Lorne pushed open the door to the Harvest Church and walked inside.
Compared with outside, the church was much dimmer. Rows of neatly arranged seats stretched into the depths of the hall. There seemed to be few worshippers inside, making it especially quiet.
He did not see the oddly behaved, black-haired young man from earlier.
A huge Holy Emblem of Life hung high above the church hall. On either side, candles burned in their holders, giving off a gentle glow.
In one of the seats in the front row sat an exceptionally tall man in his forties or fifties, dressed in a brown clerical robe.
He was like a small mountain, almost as though he did not belong to this era.
My God- Lorne could not help exclaiming inwardly. He glanced over the man a few times, trying to estimate his height.
He must be at least two meters tall-no, he's sitting down. Wouldn't that make him at least two meters twenty when he stands? Even a Feysac man shouldn't be this tall!
People in this era were generally malnourished, and this was the tallest person he had seen since transmigrating. No, even before transmigrating, he had hardly seen anyone taller than the man before him.
Just then, the man seemed to notice his arrival and slowly turned his head. His face was weather-beaten, with rugged features, yet his gaze was unexpectedly gentle.
"Welcome. The Mother Goddess's church turns no one away."
When he got a clear look at Lorne's face, a trace of surprise appeared on his own. "Mr. James Scott?"
"You know me?" Lorne asked in puzzlement.
"You've been appearing in the newspapers quite often lately," the bishop replied. "A hero who single-handedly saved an innocent young woman."
It seems I'm more famous than I thought- Lorne mused