The place he stopped at was the stable where Nikolai and I had been confined.
“There is no place more vulgar and smelly than this in the temple. Although it’s not much different from a sanctuary, considering the time the saint spent here.”
As if disappointed, Akanso smacked his lips.
I didn’t know much about Akanso, but somehow, he seemed similar to my kind.
‘Is he the type to repay as received? Or the type to retaliate tenfold if harmed, like me? Anyway, I like him.’
I adjusted Akanso’s character in my mind.
From an unknown fanatic to a fanatic who might be helpful.
“Lowly servant, I greet the noble saint.”
The priests of the temple bowed deeply, their heads touching the ground.
I sent a glance to Akanso, saying, ‘Do something about those people.’
Akanso pretended not to see anything like any other visually impaired person.
He could only enter the stable with a twisted mouth.
“Oh, Saint! I have committed sins that cannot be washed away even by death!”
The substitute palace, tied next to the manger, apologized with tears streaming down.
“Kill me right away! I will repay the crime of not recognizing the saint sent by the goddess in hell!”
“It’s noisy.”
“Saint?!”
“Aren’t you sorry to others? How much money have you extorted until now?”
I glared at the substitute palace with a sharp gaze.
The substitute palace twisted his whole body and defended himself.
“I had no personal greed! It was all because of certain circumstances…!”
“Shut your dirty mouth!”
Akanso thumped the ground with his staff.
The spicy taste of the staff seemed to remind the substitute palace, and he flinched.
“Make your pathetic excuses at the religious trial. Don’t steal the precious time of the saint.”
“Thank you, Akanso.”
“Please enjoy your stay, saint. I’ll leave.”
Akanso took a step backward and disappeared.
Although he was supposed to wait outside.
‘How beautiful it is to know when to give and when to take.’
I praised Akanso’s excellent sense while glaring at the substitute palace.
“To be honest, if you answer, I’ll spare your life. I don’t know if my words will work, but…”
“I am truly the saint sent by heaven! Please do anything!”
“Do you know Sir Neville Nettleton? The apothecary who worked in the royal palace.”
The substitute palace licked his dry lips.
He seemed to know something but felt embarrassed to talk about it.
“Don’t hesitate, just answer. If you don’t want to catch the express carriage to hell.”
Did my threat work?
The substitute palace, whose shoulders sagged, answered cautiously.
“I cannot not know. Since he visited several times to pay homage.”
“You must have made a lot of donations?”
“Until Sir Neville incurred gambling debts, he often showed devotion.”
“What did he do when he came?”
“He offered prayers. It’s embarrassing to say this in front of the saint, but our temple is famous for effective healing prayers.”
“So, did the substitute palaces live long?”
“How did you know?”
The startled substitute palace opened his mouth wide.
I lowered my voice once again.
“Tick-tock, answer. There’s no benefit in delaying.”
“I, I apologize. Archbishop, and even all the priests knew about it.”
“The competition must have been fierce.”
“I also donated a lot to take this position. An unimaginable sum, according to the priests’ records…”
“That’s when you incurred debts, right? To repay them, you extorted money from people?”
The substitute palace repeatedly scratched his head.
“I noticed it from the communal cemetery. It’s not a coincidence that everyone lives so long.”
“I appreciate the wisdom of the saint.”
“The fact that there’s a cemetery means no one left here until death. It means there’s value in a temple stuck in the countryside.”
“Oh, you saw through that! I’ve never seen anyone as clever as you, like a saint for a lifetime!”
“Get rid of the flattery. It’s disgusting.”
The substitute palace’s shoulders sagged again.
He was more honest than he appeared.
I subtly pressured him.
“You also knew that there was a sacred relic here, right?”
“I truly didn’t know about the relic!”
“How can I believe that?”
“If I knew, would I have stayed still? If I dedicated it to the temple, I could have become a sub-deacon…!”
Maybe he was too straightforward even for himself; the substitute palace clenched his mouth shut.
Laughter burst out involuntarily.
“You didn’t know the location of the relic at the temple?”
“Finding the relic is a significant achievement recorded in the scriptures. It’s the fastest way to prove divine power and faith.”
“Did everyone light their eyes and search?”
“All the former archbishops and sub-deacons were devoted to searching for the relic.”
The substitute palace answered cautiously.
He frowned as if he wanted to say something but refrained.
‘Why does the white light torment me? If you want to collect relics, why not use your fanatic followers? It’s simple.’
As if he read my mind, the substitute palace slipped out a comment.
“Especially this archbishop was quite greedy…”
“What did he do?”
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced
