"What happened?" the middle-aged man leading the group asked with a slight frown.
The moment Conis saw their uniforms, she became respectful. "Gentlemen, are you here to buy liquor too?"
She immediately recognized their uniforms as those worn by the subordinates of Gan Fall, the current God, who had come from Upper Yard, God's Island.
Normally, people from the Temple did not come to Angel Island without reason. Even when they came to collect supplies, they did so at a fixed time each month.
And it was still a week before the Temple's scheduled supply run.
Their early arrival meant they must have been on a mission.
The middle-aged man leading them glanced at the liquor shop owner, whose head had been drenched in liquor, then at Lin Mo. He turned to Enel and asked expressionlessly, "You don't look like Skypieans. Are you from the Blue Sea?"
A vein bulged on Enel's forehead. "I, the Thunder God, am a true-born Skypiean! That fellow is the one from the Blue Sea! Get it straight!"
"We don't have time to concern ourselves with who you are right now." The man from the Temple shifted his gaze to the shop owner. "You're the owner of this liquor shop, Mr. Hase, correct?"
The shop owner nodded and said casually, "That's right, that's me. What can I do for you, priests?"
The middle-aged leader said indifferently, "Someone reported that the liquor you sell is highly poisonous. Take a few bottles of your liquor and come with us to the Temple."
Hearing this, Conis asked in mild surprise, "Sir Priest, many people on our island have drunk Mr. Hase's liquor. It smells awful, but everyone enjoys it, and nobody has felt unwell. How could it be highly poisonous?"
The middle-aged man continued, "Physical discomfort isn't the