Chapter 156: The Missing Years

The old man's tone was very calm, as if he was telling a story with which he just happened to have been involved for a while.

"Sorry for being talkative, old age makes one prone to chattiness," the priest smiled and said to Fenna, "Do you have friends from other religious sects?"

"...I have a good friend who is a cleric at the Academy of Truth," Fenna thought for a moment, "but she doesn't talk to me much about the precepts of the God of Wisdom Rahm."

"Believers of the God of Wisdom, eh... That's normal. Their creeds usually require a college degree to understand, and sometimes even a passing score in higher mathematics," the priest nodded as if it were a matter of course, "By contrast, the followers of the Death God are the easiest to deal with—after all, we all have to die."

With that, the old man paused and looked curiously at the neatly arranged files behind Fenna, "Judge, can you tell me, what are you looking for?"

Fenna suddenly hesitated.