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The doors of the Harvest Church opened and closed.
"Bishop!"
The assistant, who had been pacing anxiously inside the church, hurried over when he saw Emlyn return. He brought him a cup of warm flower tea and asked with concern, "Bishop, you're finally back. Was that Archbishop at the Holy Wind Cathedral giving you trouble? Did he keep you locked up until now?"
After speaking, the assistant noticed that the Archbishop's expression was even worse than he had imagined. His face was positively twisted, like a vampire in a horror story or play who was about to eat someone.
Others might only think that to themselves, but before coming to the Harvest Church, the assistant had known that his future superior was a genuine vampire. Still, that was nothing unusual to the Feynapotter people. There were many Sanguine in the Church who believed in the Earth Mother, and most appeared in public frequently. Their age and experience also often gave them a certain standing, and they were quite respected.
Emlyn's expression and mood were both terrible. He accepted the flower tea and murmured his thanks.
"Bishop..."
Emlyn neither spoke nor responded. He walked straight to the first row of prayer benches and sat down. Beneath the Earth Mother's holy emblem, he clasped his hands and closed his eyes in prayer, calming himself. Seeing this, the assistant sat on another bench across the aisle and quietly prayed with him. Only the ever-burning lamps near the altar still illuminated the Harvest Church. A rich herbal fragrance filled the air, creating a reassuring atmosphere.
Only after a full five minutes did Emlyn finally feel the abnormal emotions within him subside. He opened his eyes and said:
"We should set up a few confessionals later, and ask the Church for some clergy from