West District, Abraham Church.
Compared with districts like the Southern District, where commoners congregated, this place felt like another world entirely. The streets were clean and bustling, with tall buildings rising on either side. Though pedestrians were few, those who passed were young noblemen and ladies. Even the busy servants seemed a little more respectable than those elsewhere.
Even within the Upper District, this was one of the most prosperous areas.
And Abraham Church stood at the very center of this prosperous street.
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The bells rang out, signaling the end of worship.
Beneath the church's lofty dome, the nobles rose one after another and gazed devoutly at Bishop Tyrael, who stood at the altar in golden robes. A kindly expression rested on his aged face as he touched his forehead and both shoulders, bringing the day's Mass to a close.
"That concludes today's service. May illness, poverty, and suffering remain far from you, and may the light of the Great Sun shine upon you forever."
The nobles below all bowed devoutly, accepting the bishop's blessing.
For most people here, he was undoubtedly the most beloved of all the bishops. Since he had taken up his position at this church ten years ago, the entire West District had rarely suffered disturbances from Spirit Realm Overlays. The Mass he held here at the same time every day had also drawn many noble families who had heard of his reputation.
Even many of the noble children born over those ten years had been baptized by him.
There was no doubt.
If Archbishop Ophiel returned to the Church's headquarters, he would certainly be the strongest contender to become Clockwork City's next archbishop.
"Lord Tyrael."
As the service ended and people gradually filed out, a member of the clergy hurried through the crowd and