Before the great war broke out, Sui Xiong sent a priest to arrange a meeting with a priest of the God of Nobility.
It was not because he wanted to stage some nauseating farce of "the lower ranks bleeding until pestles floated, while the upper ranks clinked cups in merriment." He simply wanted to ask about a few things before they completely fell out.
Things... that had happened more than forty years ago.
The two priests met at a rather upscale restaurant. Inside were private rooms, none too large, suitable for five or six friends to eat and drink together, or for two or three people to discuss something in private.
Sui Xiong's priest arrived first. The moment he entered, without another word, he chopped short the legs of every stool in the room, leaving only one untouched and moving it to the northwest corner. He then took out a green-painted wooden statue of a jellyfish and respectfully placed it on the table. After devoutly worshipping the statue once, he carelessly poured wine all over the dining table, then stood solemnly at the side in front of the statue, waiting for the other party's arrival like an attendant.
After a while, the priest of the God of Nobility arrived as well.
This priest's style was utterly different from that of the Church of Void Mask priest. He wore an embroidered brocade robe so resplendent that people would scarcely dare approach him, its surface densely covered in magical runes. If someone foolishly used magical vision to look at it, feeling dizzy would be the least of it—they might be blinded outright. The man himself was fat-faced and big-eared, clearly pampered and well-fed. Those folds upon folds of double chins, at least four or five layers deep, and that round, bulging belly—who