Half an hour later, a carriage hurried onto the road.
"My lord, where are you going in such a hurry?" Tom asked Priest Fukangxi, who sat inside, as he drove the carriage.
Tom had become his regular attendant and now believed in the Romon God as well.
If Priest Fukangxi officially became the town's presiding priest, Tom and his father would become the captain and vice-captain of the Temple's Guard Corps.
"Hmm? I believe I already said we were going to the city!" A clear voice came from inside the carriage, then fell silent again.
"Of course I know we're going to the city, but didn't you only get back from there yesterday? What's so urgent that you have to rush back without even resting?" Tom dared not talk back, so he merely muttered quietly to himself.
"What are you muttering about?" Priest Fukangxi's voice sounded from inside the carriage again.
Sitting up front at the reins, Tom hastily chuckled. "Nothing, nothing."
"I know you're wondering why I'm rushing back to the city when I've only just returned from the Temple," Priest Fukangxi said from inside. "It isn't that I don't want to tell you. I can't. Just drive."
"When we reach the city, drop me off at the Temple entrance. You can look around and buy whatever you want, then come back to pick me up!"
"Yes, my lord," Tom replied happily. Not bad-he could even buy a few things. Naturally, Priest Fukangxi would be paying.
"That fellow." Hearing the delighted response outside, Priest Fukangxi shook his head helplessly.
Lifting the curtain beside him, Priest Fukangxi looked out at the scenery along the road. Brilliant sunlight shone over stretches of newly cultivated farmland.
After continual expansion and cultivation, the entire Salante Fief was flourishing.
They were no longer merely