An old priest in ecclesiastical robes, surrounded by church knights, slowly stepped up to Phield. He casually dipped his fingers into the holy water inside a golden cup and flicked a few drops onto Phield. "Lost lamb, may the Holy Light protect you."
"Many thanks." Phield smiled and nodded, already guessing their purpose. "Hello. May I ask what brings you here?"
"Heretics are trampling upon the sacred land of the Goddess of Holy Light. The Church must assemble a Divine Punishment Army to defend the people and their freedom. We need your strength—provide gold, food, soldiers, or Divine Chosen to join the war against the Heretics."
"Hiss… just as I thought."
He had barely received his money, and already someone had their eyes on it.
"Sorry, but I require the Empress's order before I can supply military resources." Phield shrugged with a helpless expression.
