"Speaking of idiots like that, I happen to know one."
After commenting on Fu Qian's words, Bernard took another swig of liquor and suddenly added, "Her name is Loretta. If you really do go to the monastery, you could consider visiting her and chatting about your experiences."
As he said this, his face was full of barely contained mockery.
Once he had finished, Bernard leaned back, making it clear he was done with the conversation.
Loretta? Never heard of her.
At any rate, this counted as a reward from the side quest, right?
Fu Qian nodded to himself.
Judging by Bernard's manner, there was even a hint of regret beneath his scorn. He had no idea what the relationship between the two of them was.
Seeing that Bernard had clearly lost all interest in talking, Fu Qian didn't pester him any further. He simply left.
It wasn't that he hadn't considered torturing the man for information.
But his intuition told him the chances of that working were probably slim.
Bernard gave the impression that he wasn't afraid of death at all.
After leaving Bernard's bookstore, Fu Qian didn't waste any more time. He reached his destination before long.
The monastery stood at the foot of a mountain, built entirely of red brick and stone.
Its weathered exterior walls looked even older than he'd expected—or perhaps shabby was a better word.
The building was open to visitors, except for the residential quarters. With the weather so fine, there were quite a few people around.
Naturally, Fu Qian headed straight for the residential quarters and asked for Loretta by name.
Disturbing someone's peace and quiet was undoubtedly asking for trouble.
But it was common knowledge that people who devoted themselves to spiritual practice were broad-minded and humble. Surely they wouldn't mind