Chapter 39: Of Course, There’s a Religion of His Own
Although the name Doran hasn’t resonated throughout the entire bicolor world, he believes that, eventually, everyone will know his great name. However, there is no evidence. It’s just wishful thinking. But who can say that his wishful thinking won’t yield results?
“Wake up, Doran,” Ron quickly snapped Doran out of his daydream.
“Oh, my lord?” Doran blinked, momentarily forgetting the previous topic.
“Are you sure you can find a blacksmith for me?” Doran forgot the indifference Ron showed earlier, expecting a reminder.
“It’s not certain, but I’ll do my best,” Doran bowed to Ron and replied.
“If you can promise a generous enough reward to the blacksmiths, it’s not impossible to get them to come to a place like this,” he explained.
Of course, Doran was being quite tactful in saying so.
“I’ll tell you when you’re leaving.”
Ron wasn’t sure what the Phylin tribe might need besides weapons and armor, “Because we haven’t figured it out yet.”
“Of course, my lord,” Doran replied. “I’ll be ready at any time.”
But after saying that, he couldn’t help but glance at the Mother Holy Tree again.
Ron noticed Doran’s gaze and said, “This thing appeared not long ago.”
He often found himself unable to resist looking at the Mother Holy Tree. It was too conspicuous to go unnoticed.
“Yeah, I won’t be able to see this Mother Holy Tree when I leave,” Doran sighed.
“Are any of you followers of the Mother Holy Tree?” Ron asked in advance to avoid misspeaking.
“No,” Doran shook his head, clarifying, “I believe in the Wisdom Eye.”
The other mercenaries didn’t respond, but judging by their expressions, it seemed none were followers of the Mother Holy Tree.
Ron really wanted to ask what the Wisdom Eye was, but in the end, he didn’t speak up.
When you have time, it’s better to ask the system or Lilian. Asking such questions in the Bi-colored Realm is simply asking for trouble.
“I heard that only a place blessed by the Mother Tree can witness the presence of the Mother Tree.”
Doran said, “I never expected the Wind Veil Basin to be blessed by the Mother Holy Tree. Truly, in this world, anything can happen.”
Doran used to think that the Mother Tree would only bless those fertile places.
“Blessed?” Ron chuckled awkwardly a few times. This was far from being a blessing.
The underground was already filled with the roots of the Mother Holy Tree, and those living in the Wind Veil Basin were nearly drained. This was no kind of blessing at all.
“This is clearly a natural disaster,” Ron remarked.
“If a place can see the Mother Tree, perhaps later the Great Tree Knights might come,” Doran suggested.
Ron frowned at the prospect of Great Tree Knights arriving, “How do they conduct inspections?”
“I’m not too clear about that,” Doran admitted.
Standing behind Ron, Lilian added, “Generally, only fervent believers can become Great Tree Knights. They possess exceptional martial skills and also engage in prayer.”
When she mentioned “martial skills,” there was a hint of disdain in her eyes.
“If they intend to come to the Wind Veil Basin, I advise you to pay attention to their movements,” Lilian suggested.
“Great Tree Knights are a unique ‘armed force’ of the Mother Holy Tree,” Doran explained. “Even the weakest has fifth-tier combat strength.”
Ron, feeling reluctant, asked, “How do they conduct inspections?”
“I’m not too clear about that,” Doran admitted.
“If you want to understand, you’ll need to find someone ‘specialized,'” Lilian suggested, showing her disdain for matters related to the Outer Gods.
In a distant temple, an elderly figure draped in robes covered by verdant leaves knelt quietly before the branches of the Mother Holy Tree.
“Another place has gained the attention of the Mother Holy Tree,” the rejuvenated clergyman said, standing up as a handsome young man. “We need to verify whether this place is worthy of the Mother Holy Tree’s attention and cleanse it if necessary.”
“If we discover the withering ailment that harms the Mother Holy Tree, the area must be cleansed,” he added, turning to a knight behind him. “This task is in your hands now. Don’t disappoint me, and, more importantly, don’t disappoint the Mother Holy Tree.”
The knight knelt and vowed, “I obey the will of the Mother Holy Tree.”
