"Woof, I told you we should eat first!"
Night had quietly fallen.
Unlike the bustling dock district, the Sea Cliff District was already remote to begin with, and after nightfall it seemed even more desolate, with scarcely any streetlamps in sight.
Before a lone stone building, Bruce was gazing at He Xi with wounded resentment.
"Shut up."
After being scolded by He Xi, he could only turn to look at the dwarf, who shared the same thoughts.
Ulag smacked his lips.
Although he and the dog had heatedly debated several times on the way over about whether they could have roast meat for dinner, he did not dare speak up for it now.
After all, he was planning to mooch a meal off He Xi tonight.
And behind them, unnoticed by either of them, Trist rubbed his stomach and nodded in wholehearted agreement.
He Xi was helpless too.
The monastery before them looked utterly plain, not much different from the run-down commoners' houses they had seen along the way, aside from the broad yard enclosed before its entrance.
But judging by the symbol above the main gate—a pair of hands bound by red cords—this should be the martial monk monastery Bishop Kolfus had mentioned.
The area around it was overgrown with weeds and looked quite deserted, with no neighboring buildings.
The monastery's gates were tightly shut at the moment as well.
He Xi stepped forward and knocked several times, but there was no response from within.
The bishop had only said the monastery was here. He had never said there would definitely be someone inside.
"Let's wait half an hour and see whether anyone comes back."
He Xi said to the dog and dwarf, "Don't worry. I'll definitely let you eat your fill later, and let him drink his fill."