The story was supposed to be told by Hephael, but the lad simply couldn't bear to deceive his drinking buddies, so he caught a familiar farmer from the street to come over.

Unexpectedly, the farmer turned out to be surprisingly capable, heating up the business of the tavern.

Right now, the fellow was as drunk as a puddle of mud.

To prevent him from saying anything he shouldn't after drinking, Adela had already instructed her lieutenant to drag the guy to the militia's headquarters to sober up.

"Good," Priest Matt nodded gently, "Lord Demon King will be pleased."

Sheriff Adela placed a hand over his chest and humbly said,

"It is my honor to serve that great lord, the only thing I don't quite understand... why does a cross only sell for ten silver coins?"

He believed.

If that thing really could be compared to Holy Water, then it should cost at least 100 silver coins to match its noble status.

No.

Even a hundred silver coins would be too cheap, they should at least demand half a year's income from those farmers, right?

Priest Matt glanced at him and then shifted his gaze away.

"Lord Demon King's intentions are not to be guessed by us mere mortals, what you see is merely worldly money and power, whereas his vision has long transcended all of that, reaching the very core of all the powers of this world."

Adela raised his eyebrows.

"What is that?"

"It's faith."

Ten silver coins, that was just how brilliant that Lord was.

What he cared about wasn't the coins of this world, but to let everyone feel his grace.

The Church doesn't care where ants go after death, because it's neither trouble nor an issue.

But now, someone cared.

Priest Matt looked towards the statue of Saint Sis standing in the shadows and continued in an even tone,

"Perhaps before long, we'll be able to add another statue here."

...

The next day.

The morning bells had just rung at the church in Silver Pine Town when a throng of believers trampled over the threshold.

Looking at Priest Matt standing at the entrance, the man in the lead asked eagerly,

"Priest Matt, please tell us... is the matter of the Saint Heir true? That Saint Heir known as the Flame King!"

The story that Abel told in the tavern yesterday had spread, and everyone wanted to know if what he said was true or false.

Priest Matt slightly furrowed his brow, then asked the man leading the group meticulously,

"Who told you this name?"

"It was Abel! The 'shoe-thrower'!" Levink raised his hand, without hesitation, and sold out his fellow villager.

If the guy dared to fake the name of God, then he would deserve the punishment coming to him.

Or rather, he hoped what the guy said was false!

However, Priest Matt's reaction surprised most of those present.

He fell silent for a moment, then let out a sigh as if harboring an unspeakable secret, and said slowly,

"I can't presume to guess the will of Saint Sis... but that amulet does have some use."

That was enough.

As a servant of Saint Sis, he had no right to nod in the bishop's place, saying too much might be overkill.

This was the "way of the world" taught to him by Sheriff Adela.

Sometimes, as the executive arm, they didn't need to take a clear stand—they just needed to turn up two minutes early or late at critical moments... that was stronger than anything.

Just as Sheriff Adela had predicted, the faces of the believers present all revealed excited expressions, as if they had witnessed the birth of a miracle.

While some faces showed doubt, that doubt was insignificant when everyone believed in the same thing.

A villager stepped forward, his voice trembling as he asked,

"Respected Priest Matt, may I ask... how can we meet that Saint Heir?"

Matt shook his head slowly, his tone filled with regret,

"You can't meet him; he's deep in the Ten Thousand Ridges Mountain Range, and only occasionally does he come here."

Another villager quickly followed up,

"Then the amulet he made... are there any more? Our father just passed away recently, and we've been worrying about whether we should send his body up north... sorry, it's not that we don't want to buy the Holy Water, it's just that we can't afford its price."

Halfway through his words, the man had already embarrassingly lowered his head.

But Priest Matt had no intention of criticizing him, speaking instead with a gentle tone,

"There are no more amulets, but if you need one, I can ask for you when he next visits."

Looking at each other, the crowd's faces lit up with joy.

"Is, is that really okay?"

"Thank you so much, Priest Matt! By Saint Sis, you... you're such a good person!"

"When will that Saint Heir return? Can I meet him?!"

Matt said in a gentle tone,

"He told me, when the residents of Silver Pine Town need him, he will appear."

"I think it won't be long before we see him again."

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