Kyle had long since grown accustomed to the unreasonable things that happened to his lord.
Even if a god descended before his lord that day, he would only have been surprised, not particularly shocked.
As for O'dor, he had something on his mind and seemed somewhat distracted. Paying little attention to the outside world, he followed behind his nephew toward the rear of the main hall.
They passed through a coral corridor and arrived outside Pontiff Shirley's residence.
Before the gates, four Gold-rank temple guards held tridents and blocked their path.
A moment later, a mermaid priest swam out through the gates, lowered his head, and replied, "The Pontiff has granted permission. Guardian Sandora and the three guests from the surface world, please follow me."
"Thank you."
Velin thanked him quietly and followed the mermaid priest into Pontiff Shirley's private residence.
Led by the mermaid priest, the three men and one mermaid arrived at a room built from coral. Compared to the surrounding stone structures, it looked distinctly out of place.
"The Pontiff is already waiting for you inside. Please enter." The mermaid priest pushed open the doors, then stepped aside and spoke with great courtesy.
Velin thanked him again and entered the coral room first.
The room was very plain.
At its center stood a red coral table and four red coral chairs. A tea set rested atop them, including a teapot, a tea tray, and six teacups. It was clearly not made by merfolk.
On the left stood a mirror, with two sets of armor beside it: one set of red soft armor and one set of black plate armor.
On the right was a six-tiered bookshelf. The fourth through sixth shelves were filled with books. From the writing visible on them, they were written not in Deep