Norman left the chieftain's hut with an unusual surge of excitement filling his heart.
He looked up at the sky. Even the gloomy weather seemed somewhat brighter, filling him with an uncontrollable sense of joy.
From an ordinary slave to a slave captain.
Although he was still a slave, without the human rights of a normal resident, everything that had unexpectedly happened today had suddenly given him hope of living well in the Flame Fist Tribe.
Even though everything here seemed strange.
The priest never considered himself superior to others. Every day, he stood at the tribe's entrance on time and greeted passing residents and slaves.
The chieftain was Mysterious and Elusive, and no one knew what he tinkered with in his hut every day, but his authority in the tribe was clearly much greater than the priest's.
Moreover, the deity of the Flame Fist Tribe could actually send people dreams.
That was right—the deity!
At the thought, Norman looked up at the Divine Shrine, a clear trace of doubt flashing through his eyes.
Before this, his faith in the gods had been optional at best. Like everyone else, he had merely followed the crowd.
But everything that happened today had clearly exceeded the limits of his understanding.
Could it be that the gods worshiped by all the priests truly existed? Could it be that the prayers he had offered before the idol yesterday had really been heard by the god? Norman drew a deep breath. Regardless, he decided that from now on, he would visit the Divine Shrine to worship every day.
Perhaps if the god sensed his devotion, it might even bestow more rewards upon him.
"Eh, Norman, you—you're back?"
The slaves were still squatting on the ground, drinking thin gruel. When they saw Norman swagger back, they