"You?"
The old Elf minister narrowed his eyes and looked at Jia Xiu, who had volunteered to take on the religious role.
"Yeah, me."
Jia Xiu answered with great enthusiasm.
He was a little unsure whether the old Elf was sizing him up or whether his eyes had already closed.
They were narrowed a little too much, and those eyebrows were so long. Come to think of it, why did hair grow thinner and thinner with age while eyebrows became more numerous and longer? "Do you have a thorough understanding of religion? Our original plan was to recruit an experienced Cleric to handle this part of the work," the minister said slowly.
They had actually planned to find a Cleric.
Jia Xiu could not quite understand that line of thought. According to the current plan, if he had understood correctly, were they not looking for someone to impersonate some figure from Mother of Sacred Blood worship and fool those Blood Clan descendants?
Finding a Cleric—a person devoutly devoted to some god—and having them pretend to worship a Vampire who did not even count as a demigod... no matter how he thought about it, that sounded like offending someone.
Or perhaps those Clerics' faith was actually just so-so, and they possessed a "rather" flexible way of handling things.
Interesting.
He had not had much contact with this world's Clerics. There were not many Clerics in Saint Dero, and even fewer in the Caster Association. Their connection to magical research truly was not particularly close, though there was plenty of theological research. That had led Jia Xiu to assume Clerics were mostly the stereotypically rigid sort.
Surely Newton-type Clerics were not the mainstream? Starting from theology, yet doing nothing but science.
Still, even if they were professionally suited to it, Jia Xiu