The two left the church together. Seeing that there was hardly anyone on the street, Hobart asked Aputon, "What are your plans?"
"I plan to vacation in Dixi Bay." Aputon smiled. Having regained ten years of freedom, he was filled with hope for life.
"Didn't you want to become a merchant?"
"I'll talk about that after the vacation."
Hobart nodded. "If I need to find you, I'll ask that great existence to contact you. If you need my help, you can also pray to that great existence."
That was precisely why Hobart had brought Aputon out of Harvest Church. Bishop Utravsky could turn a blind eye if they plotted an ambush in the church or used it as a meeting point.
But if they discussed an "evil god" inside the church, the Giant bishop's greatsword would probably come chopping down on them at any moment!
Aputon nodded with an unpleasant expression, feeling as though he had just crawled out of his family's pit only to fall into another one.
But then he remembered that the Creator did not seem like the evil gods of legend. It had not caused him any negative effects; instead, it had strengthened his connection to the Masked Man before him and given him a true backer.
After they parted ways, Hobart went to lunch with Xue and Fors. During the meal, they discussed how they would contact the person selling the Sheriff potion recipe later.
A little past twelve, they arrived at the gathering place.
The gathering was likely being held in some noble's house. It was spacious, and the interior was lavishly decorated.
After finding a corner to sit in, Hobart recalled that Mr. A's gatherings seemed to have always been held during the day.
Most gatherings of Wild Extraordinary individuals were held at