Qin Ran stopped in his tracks and stared straight at the building a short distance ahead.
It was a sprawling four-story building, built in a style from an earlier era. Visible columns and curved arches lined the exterior of every wall, forming a projecting ledge above each window. They were not only attractive but also kept out the rain.
The columns and curved arch above the main entrance projected even farther, almost five meters.
They formed an oval doorway.
Passing through it would take him into the Aitland City Library.
A sign bearing that name hung on one side of a column.
Qin Ran, however, was looking at another column.
In front of it stood a stone tablet two meters high, four meters long, and two palm-widths thick.
Time had left obvious weathering on the tablet, but its inscription remained clearly legible.
It read-
Our thanks to the Marilin Church for building this public library and donating 1,192 books.
Following the charitable deeds of the compassionate sister and head friar, the Marilin Church has once again performed an admirable act, one that will undoubtedly be remembered by the world.
Year 81 of the war calendar
"The war calendar?"
"The years of war before the Federation was founded?"
Qin Ran froze for a moment, then focused his gaze on the words "sister" and "head friar."
With the Marilin Church named alongside them, those two could only be Sister Reed and Head Friar Gannett.
And according to the markings on the map in his mind, this was where the statue belonged.
Did the Marilin Church preserve its last hope here?
As Qin Ran pondered this, a gleam of eagerness rose in his eyes.
What would a church do when it faced destruction?
Besides fighting back in its dying struggles, it would