Fissman had visited the church branch once before, but the first and second floors were now worlds apart, completely different from what he remembered.
All kinds of uniquely styled decorations filled the second floor, making it seem as though he had suddenly entered another civilization.
Klein, walking ahead, moved quietly. Under the guards' watchful eyes, he softly announced, "Your Highness, I've brought the person you wanted to see."
Fissman felt the guard's gaze sweep over him from head to toe. Those eyes seemed capable of seeing through every secret he had, making him nearly turn around and flee.
"Go in!" the guard said coldly.
Fissman felt himself let out a breath of relief as the oppressive feeling vanished.
The moment he entered the room, all negative emotions were swept away.
His entire body felt at ease, and his gaze was drawn to Gwen, who was leaning back in a chair and playing a game.
Just as he wanted another look, the maid beside her gave a soft snort. Fissman's eyes immediately stung with pain, forcing him to lower his head at once.
He did not dare look again. This string of encounters made him realize that the person before him was no ordinary individual.
If gods truly exist, then this world may really be different from the one I once knew. Fissman told himself this, and his mindset had already changed without him noticing.
After waiting for a while, Gwen put down her game console and complained, "So boring. There's no challenge at all."
Her gaze settled on Fissman, and she was clearly interested. "Fissman, you're from the Mixed-Blood Scalekin, right? Tell me about the myths from your homeland!"
Fissman froze. He had not expected that question.
But awkwardly enough, the Mixed-Blood Scalekin truly did not have any myths.
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