Hearing Celeste's words, Kyle could not help laughing. "Hahaha, how did I never notice you were this funny before?"
Celeste lowered his head and looked at Kyle laughing his head off, then said irritably, "Let you go out and temper yourself for three thousand years. When you come back, you won't be much better than me."
"All right, all right, enough of that. Focus on the game. Next time we meet, it might already be a few months from now."
"Fine."
That evening, inside the royal palace's Administrative Hall, Velin looked at the report Kyle had handed him regarding the wild Dawn Priests, his expression extremely strange.
As far as he knew, Dawn Priests like these, who had naturally emerged without any guidance or training, were usually born from intense faith, in addition to a small measure of divine attention.
In other words, if such Dawn Priests had been born directly because of a god, then with just a little nurturing, their achievements would not be lower than the Soul Intent Tier.
However, in regions where a church existed, it was impossible for such priests to be born. Otherwise, the local clergy really ought to be sent to the stake.
Twelve wild Dawn Priests. He wondered if he could scoop a few into his own pot.
After carefully thinking it over for a moment, Velin ultimately gave up on the idea.
Fanatics like these had already dedicated their entire bodies and minds to their god. It would be very hard for ordinary people to poach them away.
"Counting it this way, does this count as Celeste derelict in his duty?" Velin reached out and rubbed his chin, muttering to himself.
A few minutes later, Velin put down the document and focused on handling the few remaining files.
Ten minutes later,