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Hearing Aitelinna's suggestion, Qin Ran did not refuse immediately.
Before this, Qin Ran had never considered building a so-called temple.
He knew all too well how troublesome it was to build a temple. On top of that, he had to consider the enemies lurking in the shadows. He simply had no energy to deal with such a matter.
However, with the disappearance of a great enemy, along with words such as, "You will surely surpass the fallen old gods of Navia City!" and "Everyone, myself included, believes so," Qin Ran was somewhat tempted.
After all, Qin Ran had never given up on gathering Faith Power.
And what could be more suitable than building a temple?
Of course, time also had to be taken into consideration.
Thus, after pondering for a moment, Qin Ran gave his answer.
"I need a temple that is as simple as possible."
"I do not need more decorations."
"Nor do I need a grand, magnificent hall."
"That place... will do."
Qin Ran pointed at the small wooden cabin in the barracks.
"That place?!"
Aitelinna stared at the wooden cabin and froze.
Although the priestess had expected to encounter some difficulties before this, she had never imagined the problem would be this great.
Such a shabby temple would be inferior even to the dwellings of those "False Gods" on the Yote Plain, would it not?
Let alone becoming the temple destined to surpass Navia City's Thunder God!
How could that be acceptable?
People would laugh their heads off!
"Ryan, are you sure you are not joking?"
The priestess asked anxiously.
"No. I am serious."
Qin Ran answered with certainty.
"But a temple like this simply does not fit—"
"There is nothing it does not fit!"
"Whether a temple is great and worthy of reverence is not