"Lord Josh?"
"Yes, High Priest?"
Josh snapped back to his senses, only then realizing he had been lost in thought for quite some time.
Before him stood a little girl with white hair—somehow, she and a group of street children had found this place. After drinking a bowl of holy water, she now looked at him with bright, eager eyes.
Gwen stood before Josh and pointed to the street children beside her.
"Hello, High Priest. I'm Gwen. This is White, this is Book, this is Hall, this is Ellie..." The children stood obediently in a row as Gwen introduced them one by one.
"We hope to join the Hermitage. We can do odd jobs, and we don't eat much. We can also gather information for you in Blood Port. People don't watch what they say around children."
Having said that, she looked at Josh expectantly. The other street children also wore well-behaved expressions.
The oldest of these children were eleven or twelve, while the youngest were only seven or eight. It was hard to imagine how they had survived in Blood Port, where cultists were everywhere.
Children were the most suitable sacrifices. No one knew how many children's bones had been buried beneath the blasphemous altars of cultists.
Josh hesitated for a moment.
They were not true cultists with supernatural powers. In a place like Blood Port, they could barely protect themselves; taking in a group of children would clearly make things even harder.
But if he simply drove them away, these street children might not last long in Blood Port.
He closed his eyes, then finally let out a sigh.
At most, they would just have to cook a few more pots of porridge.
"You... will need to pass a few tests. I'll set aside some rooms for you