In the evening, after no more followers of Mother Earth came to the cathedral to pray, Emlyn urged Father Utravsky outside for a while.
Two or three minutes later, Father Utravsky returned to the hall with a calm expression, sat before the Holy Emblem of Life, lowered his head, and prayed silently.
Another half minute passed before Emlyn limped out of the lounge. Bruises still lingered on his cheeks, and his right hand trembled slightly and unnaturally.
Hiss...
How was that possible? I actually couldn't beat him...
I'd clearly taken a potion that could temporarily enhance my physical strength, and another that would stop dawn from restraining me.
Why did I feel like Father Utravsky understood the Sanguine's attack methods and habits better than I, a Baron, did? Just how many Sanguine had he imprisoned before coming to Backlund?
If my vitality hadn't become strong enough after I became a Baron, I would have had to lie on that cold floor for at least half an hour before I could get back up.
Emlyn grumbled inwardly as he walked toward the cathedral's main entrance.
His movements gradually became smoother. The bruises on his cheeks quickly faded, and his slightly trembling right hand steadied again.
He had already taken a potion, and his injuries were rapidly recovering.
West Borough, No. 7 Pinster Street, near Saint Samuel Cathedral.
Wearing a brown cleric's robe, Emlyn followed the address given by "The World" to the detached house at No. 7 Pinster Street. After hesitating for two seconds, he raised his hand and knocked on the door.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
After knocking several times in succession, he withdrew his hand.
The Sanguine's keen sense of smell and hearing told him that the person inside had already reacted and was approaching the front door.
After several