After chatting with the male deacon for a few moments, he quickly became quite familiar with me. I told him about what I had seen after entering the city, and the male deacon immediately launched into a torrent of explanations. "How could our Endgod Sect not know about the things you mentioned? But you've seen it yourself. Although some people have completely lost their dignity and dress in shabby clothes, and some have even stayed here for years until they've spent their last coin, all the Endgod people who come here to worship are devout believers. We can't bring ourselves to drive them away, so we let them wander around the markets at the foot of the mountain. Occasionally, a few of them go mad, but as long as they don't barge into the mountain, we leave them be. As for the rest, those who gather here to do business—we can't control them either. As long as they don't go up the mountain, that's all that matters."
"Oh, so city planning isn't your responsibility, right? What about unauthorized construction? For example, those pillars over there with strips of dried meat hanging from them?" I pointed toward a cluster of pillars draped with dried meat. They certainly made for a spectacular sight.
"Heh heh, we don't care about those either. As long as they don't obstruct anyone's path, it's fine. If some vicious passerby gets smoked by them, they'll just throw a few punches. Anyone who dares do something like that is usually a vicious character," the male deacon explained.
"Then if I set up an iron pillar here, it shouldn't be a problem either, right?" I pointed to an empty patch of ground in front of the stairs leading up the mountain.
The male deacon smiled, then said smugly, "Naturally,