"Prophet Jacob..."
The two snake-men curled up in agony wore twisted, fearful expressions when they heard this.
At the disturbance, Iver glanced at them.
Clearly, they had no idea of the truth—the temple guards had no idea why Dong Ya was looking for Iver, because they were not worthy of knowing such secrets. They were merely doing their utmost to complete this "must-be-completed" mission.
Just as every member of the Desert People behaved when they resorted to any means necessary.
"A Sacred Entity... It's been a long time since I've heard that term..."
Iver sighed softly. "It sounds like Jacob is looking for me."
If it were Ring Angel, there was no way it would be on this scale or possess this level of competence.
Speaking of which, Iver was rather interested in this grandfather he had never met. As an apostle of Ring Angel, he had operated in the Material Realm for so long and laid out so many plans...
With his adoptive father dead, Jacob was probably the only person left in the Material Realm who could still be called a player.
Back then, Iver had been nothing more than a pawn unable to see the road ahead. But now, he had the power to speak with Jacob as an equal.
He raised his head and gazed at the dignified and beautiful snake-woman Priestess. In a calm voice, he asked, "What exactly does he want with me? Why not just say it directly and save both sides some time... There's no need to speak in riddles in front of me."
"Prophet Jacob is not here."
Dong Ya crossed her hands before her lower abdomen and answered with a respectful bow.
"He can be."
Iver's voice was calm yet authoritative, carrying an undeniable force. "This is Ring Angel's temple.