Nick gave an embarrassed, sheepish smile. "I originally thought you'd need time to grow, and that fighting evil creatures might leave me distracted while looking after you, so I came up with this arrangement."
"As it turned out, you're more than capable of holding your own. If you hadn't been there last night, I doubt many people would have escaped this church."
"From now on, we'll split the spoils from our battles fifty-fifty." The priest leaned forward. "You'll also have to contribute toward expenses like the ones for Geralt. The church's affairs will be decided by the two of us."
Kraun hadn't expected the priest to give him this pleasant surprise, and his expression turned a little awkward. It wasn't exactly honorable to pocket the spoils on his own.
His embarrassment didn't last long before the priest continued, "All the Spirit Essence from this time is yours. I'll teach you how to make Spirit Coins in a bit."
Nick's expression was solemn. "Don't refuse. I owe you my life, and I don't have much to give you. I hope you won't think it's too little."
So he'd become the number two man. How could Kraun refuse? Tying their interests together really did work. He accepted gladly. "Thank you for thinking so highly of me, Father."
"According to the recently deciphered documents Hamfa sent over, the first few years after the Gray Fog descended were the darkest and most chaotic. If we make it through, things will gradually get better. Let's face the tides of this age together. It's both a danger and an opportunity."
Nick rose to his feet and stood at attention. "May the Lord of Flame light the way before us."
The one downside to the church was having to chant slogans so often. Kraun hurriedly stood as