"Thank you, thank you all! Thank the great Dark Moon!"
Leima's father knelt prostrate on the ground, expressing his gratitude to Ophelia.
"You should thank Order too," Ophelia reminded him.
"Yes, yes! Thank the great God of Order, thank the great God of Order! Those Reincarnation bastards deserve to die! Kill them!"
In Ophelia's account, the man from the Reincarnation Church had intended to traffic people and extract their souls for an evil ritual, and his daughter Leima had been his chosen target.
Fortunately, the Dark Moon Guards, who had always worked to protect Dark Moon Island, had discovered this and rescued her along the way. An Order cleric had also played a major part.
As far as this restaurant owner was concerned, that was all he needed to know.
As for the gold coins paid out, they were hardly worth mentioning compared with the pendant Kallen had obtained.
The Gatekeeper had also said that the pendant's remaining value would serve as compensation. In other words, I'm giving you this pendant, and you handle the aftermath and compensation for me.
After all, one could hardly expect an esteemed Gatekeeper of Reincarnation to carry large amounts of secular currency in her pockets at all times. Kallen guessed she might not even have the habit of carrying point vouchers.
After leaving the restaurant, Ophelia closed her eyes, her expression somewhat solemn.
"Where should we go for a late-night snack?" Kallen asked. He could more or less guess what was on Ophelia's mind.
As a member of the Dark Moon Clan, which protected the people of Dark Moon Island, she had been unable to act earlier and could only rely on Kallen to fight. Yet in the end, she had still had to accept the girl's father's thanks.
Although this had been a