"Amulet? How could it be as simple as you say!" Old Abel scoffed disdainfully, loudly exclaiming, "This thing was personally made by the Flame King, it not only has the blessing of the Saint Heir, but it was also soaked in Holy Water for three days and three nights... It is said to have the same effects as the Holy Water!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone sitting near the bar showed surprised expressions, and the tavern's hall was filled with whispering voices; even the waitresses pouring tea and water seemed interested.

Even though they might not need it themselves, who doesn't have an elderly person in their home?

Without Holy Water, or if they couldn't afford the church's burial ground, they would have no choice but to abandon their deceased loved ones in a chaotic graveyard far from the town, unable to even pay respects to the dead.

If this cross truly had that effect, then they would be able to bury their loved ones' remains in their own backyard.

"Flame King?"

"Saint Heir?"

"What is that."

Especially Levink was scared by this fellow's boldness and quickly scolded him.

"What do you mean it has the same effects as Holy Water? You can't just say things like that!"

Looking at this bunch of ignorant people, Old Abel spoke in a storytelling manner.

"Nonsense? This was told to me by Priest Matt! If you think there's an issue, go and confront the old man yourself!"

"As for the Saint Heir... I'm amazed you haven't heard of him! Alright, I won't keep you in suspense, it's that person! The boy who received Saint Sis's blessings and survived a great ordeal..."

Which one?

Levink, who was listening intently, was totally baffled and even began to doubt whether he was really a local.

Seeing everyone's interested faces, Old Abel, who had stopped mid-story, suddenly held back and coughed before continuing.

"This story is quite long, not something I can tell in a few words... but, if you're willing to buy me something to wet my whistle, I can not only tell you the story behind this cross, but also where to get one."

After saying this, Old Abel quietly waited, and sure enough, someone took the bait.

"Bring him a bottle of gin!" exclaimed an adventurer sitting next to Levink, waving at the waitress, and a bottle of gin quickly appeared before Old Abel.

Levink, green with envy, couldn't help but make a sour comment.

"I suspect this guy is just scamming for food and drink... your money is probably wasted."

But the adventurer didn't care, grinning cheekily as he spoke.

"What does it matter? I'd like to hear what new story comes from the mouth of the old farmer."

Sniffing the intoxicating aroma, Old Abel was thrilled, almost wanting to grab the bottle and chug it down in one go.

It wasn't until he noticed the militiaman beside him giving him a warning look that he composed himself and, with a cough, carried on acting out his tale to its conclusion.

"The story begins eighteen years ago..."

Eighteen years ago, a baby who miraculously survived a disaster was born to the sound of wailing, with only spurts of lava witnessing his birth.

Eighteen years later, Saint Sis sent down an oracle to him, instructing him to save all beings and relieve the suffering of the people.

This story, of course, wasn't invented by Abel himself—what kind of literary prowess could an old farmer have?

However, Adela, Silver Pine Town's security officer appointed by the City Guard Headquarters, was an educated person.

Though his literary skills were insufficient to create any shocking classics, mimicking the tone of a minstrel and cobbling together a passable story wasn't a problem for him.

Driven by alcohol, Abel became more and more excited as he spoke, and eventually went completely off-script. From the Flame King learning 270 types of spells at the old Priest's feet, to the Flame King battling the Witch Demon at Shattered Rock Peak for 300 rounds, all to get the enchanted stone melted by the Holy Pillar Fire to make the amulet that saves all beings.

This guy just couldn't forget the Witch Demon. As he went on, he again got into the gory details of how the Witch Demon ate people and how it had boundless Mana.

The militiaman sitting beside him was full of exasperation, but seeing how engrossed the surrounding people were, he didn't stop Abel from going off script.

Forget it.

In any case, the task assigned by the security officer Adela was completed, and soon they would be able to end their shift and clock out.

The tavern owner watched Old Abel in astonishment, and for a moment, found this neighborhood villager somewhat unrecognizable.

Could this peasant, with his face to the soil and back to the sky, actually have the talent of a minstrel?

He even considered offering him a job right there!

And it wasn't just the tavern owner who thought this.

Even Levink, sitting in a corner of the tavern, was stunned by the story.

It sounded...

Just like something he had witnessed with his own eyes!

Most people in the tavern were captivated by the story.

Of course, there were some whose attention was never on the story itself but were fixed on the cross pendant hanging in front of Old Abel.

The cross soaked in Holy Water for three days and three nights.

Everyone couldn't help but wonder whether this thing could have the same healing effects as Holy Water.

From the mysterious description, it seemed even more reliable than Holy Water.

If it was cheaper than Holy Water, that would be even more incredible...

Meanwhile, in the secluded chapel, Priest Matt was sitting quietly on the bench.

At that moment, the chapel's door was gently pushed open, and Adela, Silver Pine Town's security officer, walked in under the bright moonlight, sat beside Priest Matt, casually hanging his hat on the armrest next to him.

"Everything is going according to plan... even better than I had anticipated."

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