A few days later, the bloody stench of the Bayan Mining Area seemed to have been scattered by the mountain wind, but the traces left behind and the shock it caused were like a boulder dropped into a lake, its ripples spreading to several surrounding cities.
In taverns, markets, merchant guild lounges, and even at noble balls, people were fervently discussing the great feat that had taken place in the Bayan Mining Area.
The Four Gods Church and the Light Church naturally spared no effort in promoting the matter. Eliminating the threat of the Shadow Council would greatly enhance their reputation among the public and allow them to recruit more followers.
Both the Four Gods Church and the Light Church set their propaganda machines into motion with remarkable efficiency.
They tirelessly promoted this glorious victory, focusing entirely on the joint eradication of the Shadow Council's evil stronghold and the rescue of innocent civilians who had been enslaved.
Many civilians rescued from the mining area were overwhelmed with gratitude toward the churches and became their unwavering believers.
As for how the interests of the Bayan Mining Area were divided, only the churches' upper echelons knew.
Duke had returned to his little shop. Having just finished brewing a potion, he went out into the courtyard and lay down comfortably. The teapot beside him was steaming, and a pot of hot tea would likely be ready soon.
He examined the Yellow Sand Crystal with his mental power. It already contained one hundred and twenty tons of sand reinforced by Magic Metal, more or less restoring it to its previous state.
That amount of Magic Metal was insignificant to the entire mining area. Even if the church members noticed something unusual, they could never connect it to him.
Robert came to the Astral Embers