Xiwalka returned to the shantytown in the Lower Seventh Ring with frostbite medicine.
As he carefully applied the medicine to Aili's wounds, the group from Sika City entered the city.
After passing through the gate corridor and the guards, the group from Sika City entered the shantytown.
Eileen had already been waiting there.
Roget and the missionaries from the Church of Mist immediately stepped forward.
She and they had both received the orders of their respective deities.
With the decree of Mist, everything became much easier to discuss.
After a brief exchange, an area of the shantytown was set aside specifically for the new lord, while the missionaries entered the crowd and began making contact with these brothers and sisters from Aitandinburg.
The rest began building fires and cooking.
Food was always the best way to bring people closer together.
When bowl after bowl of steaming food appeared before them, the already amicable atmosphere grew even warmer.
Xiwalka held his food and looked at the vegetables and meat inside.
Without hesitation, he quickly finished it.
When Aili picked up the bowl to serve him another helping, Xiwalka waved his hand. After signaling her to wait, he stood and quietly walked toward the Upper Evil Spirit.
"Bishop."
Xiwalka bowed in greeting.
"Hello, Mr. Xiwalka."
The Upper Evil Spirit returned the greeting.
He could tell that Xiwalka did not believe in Mist.
Therefore, "Mr." was the most appropriate form of address.
Moreover, Xiwalka's identity was somewhat sensitive.
He was a deacon of the Dark Hall of the Temple of the War God.
Of course, the Upper Evil Spirit was certainly not afraid.
It was merely worried that Xiwalka might not provide more information for it and its Boss.
Its Boss had been extremely concerned about last night's "anomaly."
It did not believe