Chapter 320: Chapter 314, Donating to the Temple_l
Translator: 549690339
Looking at the bodies below, a sudden sense of danger welled up in Fang Hao’s heart.
He had no idea where Rebecca had gotten these bodies.
But the physical features of the bodies told him that they were all transmigrators like himself.
Damn it.
Fang Hao cursed inwardly.
Someone was capturing transmigrators and subjecting them to some form of execution and torture.
Down below.
Rebecca was having a conversation with a captain of the guard.
From the stern looks on their faces, it was clear they were discussing something serious.
The hall was not lit by Nightstones, but by lit candles.
Under the dim candlelight.
Fang Hao flew from the top and hid behind a flag hanging against the wall.
At the same time, he overheard the conversation between the two.
“Did you not capture anyone?” Rebecca’s voice was tinged with anger.
“No, it seems our actions were discovered. There was nothing left when we arrived,” the soldier’s voice was subdued, but his suppressed anger was still detectable.
“Damn it.”
Rebecca cursed.
She took a deep breath and asked, “Are these the only bodies?”
“There’s another person who’s heavily wounded and unconscious. We’ve sent them to the temple, but it’s uncertain if they can be saved.” the guard spoke in hushed tones.
Hearing that there was a survivor, Rebecca’s expression improved considerably.
If this survivor could wake up, they might provide some useful information.
After a brief moment of contemplation, Rebecca continued, “Keep this information confidential. Have someone guard him. No one else is allowed to approach him except for me.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
The two ended their conversation.
Rebecca turned to leave without giving a second glance at the five bodies on the ground.
Fang Hao lingered behind the flag for a while.
Seeing no other leads, he controlled the skeletal sparrow to fly back to the window he had entered from.
The candlelight cast a large, dark shadow on the wall.
Before the soldier could turn around to look, the sparrow had already flown out the window, disappearing into the night sky.
Withdrawing from his avatar state, Fang Hao woke up in his room at the inn.
Sitting on the bed and gazing at the star-studded night sky, he remained silent for quite some time.
The next morning’s dawn.
Fang Hao woke up from his bed.
Demitrija had already fed the horses, and Anjia had packed some food for the road.
“We’re not leaving today. Anjia, come with me for a little while.” Fang Hao stepped outside at a leisurely pace.
The two were taken aback, surprised by Fang Hao’s decision.
The sudden change of plan suggested that something unexpected had come up.
“What happened? Aren’t we going back? The food here is so bad…” Anjia grumbled quietly.
A snort from the innkeeper echoed from inside the inn.
“We’ll go back first thing tomorrow morning. Get ready to eat now,” Fang Hao said.
“Oh.” The two agreed, and made their way back into the inn.
After breakfast.
Fang Hao took Anjia out of the inn.
Strolling along the main road, Fang Hao bought some unfamiliar fruits. Seeing that no one was looking, he quickly put them in his storage space.
Anjia held some snacks in her hand and continued walking while stuffing her mouth full.
She also kept talking non-stop.
The two walked along the main road and gradually came upon a grand temple.
Watching from a distance, they saw residents entering and exiting freely, with no guards stopping them.
They continued up the stone steps.
There was a round flower bed.
Acolytes wearing religious robes were busily doing their work.
Acolytes were believers from various human cities. They came to the temple to act as messengers of God, receiving donations and faith from believers.
But whether the gods would hear the voices of the people was debatable.
Perhaps if your prayers weren’t answered, your faith wasn’t devout enough.
The temple housed two statues of gods.
The God of Light and the Goddess of Harvest.
It seemed that most living creatures of different species had a significant number of believers in the Goddess of Harvest.
“Sir, howmay I assist you?” A young woman wearing an acolyte’s robe approached.
Fang Hao examined her attributes.
Just an ordinary person, with the attributes of a Tier 1 farmer.
The acolytes are non-clergy personnel who assist with various tasks within the Temple.
Most of these acolytes are women who possess knowledge related to midwifery and healing skills.
“I’m a new cloth trader from Lyss City,” Fang Hao slowly walked forward with the woman acolyte curiously following behind him.
“About me, well, I have a peculiar…,” he began.
“Oh, are you here for treatment?” said the woman acolyte, realizing his point.
“My peculiar thing is that I have money…and I plan to donate to the Temple to affirm my faith,” Fang Hao finished his talk in one go.
Hearing about the temple’s donation, the acolyte’s eyes lit up instantly.
People like Fang Hao are most welcomed at the temple.
Having faith is important, but the best part is their willingness to donate money.
“That’s wonderful. Please come in, I’ll immediately call our High Priest,” the acolyte hurriedly said.
She led Fang Hao into a building next to the temple.
It was a clean and tidy corridor with individual rooms on both sides.
In one of them, there were four guards standing by the door.
“Is there some important person here?” Fang Hao asked.
The acolyte glanced at the guards and whispered, “The person brought in last night appears to be from a significant family. I heard that their injury is quite severe.”
“Did they not die?”
“Huh? If they died, wouldn’t they have been carried away already? Why would they still be here?”
“That makes sense,” Fang Hao agreed.
The acolyte guided them to a separate room, asked them to wait a while, and went out to find the Priest she mentioned.
Fang Hao didn’t bring Skeleton Grey Sparrow with him.
No matter how brave he was, he didn’t dare to bring the Skeleton Grey Sparrow into the temple.
Fang Hao casually strolled down the corridor, apparently appreciating the temple, his eyes occasionally glancing towards the guarded room.
When the guards threw him a wary look, Fang Hao casually walked back to his room.
After a while, the door opened, and an elderly crone came in.
Leaning on her tree-root cane, she seated herself across from Fang Hao.
“Sir, I heard that you intend to donate to the temple?” the old woman asked.
[Temple Priest (Tier 10)].
Fang Hao’s eyes slightly narrowed; surprisingly, she was Tier 10.
“Do you have the final say here?” Fang Hao curiously asked.
“I’ve been in charge here for a long time, so naturally, my word carries weight,” the old woman nodded. Despite her age, her voice didn’t hold any fluctuations.
Fang Hao nodded. It seemed a Tier 10 Priest was the strongest force in this temple.
It should be legit, there was no Temple in Pruell City.
As Pruell City’s neighbor, the fact that Lyss City had a Tier 10 priest in their temple was quite impressive.
“Alright, I wanted to ask, what kind of donations does the Temple accept?”
“Are you a trader? Many traders would donate items they produce. Of course, we also accept gold coins,” the old woman continued.
The Temple did not discriminate against donations.
Whatever you’ve got, they’ll take it.
Donating your products was fine, giving them cash so they could purchase what they needed was also acceptable.
“I’m a cloth merchant. Does the temple need clothing?” Fang Hao asked.
“Yes, it’s been a long time since the temple received a clothing donation,” the elderly priest immediately answered.
“One more thing, if I added some advertisements on the donated clothing, that wouldn’t be a problem, would it?” Fang Hao suddenly had a new idea and asked for confirmation.
“What is an advertisement?” the old priest asked, slightly furrowing her eyebrows.
Fang Hao pointed to his chest, “well, here, there’d be the name of our cloth store printed, showing that these clothes are made by us.”
“That would be fine,” the old priest nodded.
“Oh, then could you count how many people are there in the Temple and give me the clothing styles? After I get back, I’ll arrange for the clothes to be made,” Fang Hao said.
This time, the idea of donating clothing came to Fang Hao on the spot.
By then, both officials from the City Lord’s Mansion and the Temple would wear clothes from his cloth shop.
Probably, his cloth shop’s name would be known across the city overnight.
It just depended on when the cloth shop would be officially started.
“Okay, wait a moment, please. There are not many people in the temple, so it won’t take long to count,” the old priest said with a hint of a smile visible on her weathered face.
“Can I take a tour around the Temple?”
“Of course, you can.”
The two of them went out together.
Just as they stepped into the corridor.
Suddenly, a terrified wail came from ahead.
“I don’t know, I’ve told you all already, let me out, let me out.”
Following that, a person dashed out, shoving aside the guards.
He charged out of the room towards them.