670 Syriard’s Breath

No free food would fall from the sky.

Kieran deeply understood the saying when he was still in the welfare home.

Even though it was a welfare home in name, it needed the orphans like him to exchange labor for food and sleeping spots.

Of course, it wasn't extremely harsh, at least it was better than the church's welfare home. There wasn't anything about being caned if he couldn't gather enough donations, but if he failed to complete his work, all sorts of verbal abuse and disgusting expressions would still hurt him, physically and mentally.

Looking at the radiating statue, would the statue bless him fully without expecting anything in return?

Kieran didn't believe it.

The situation might seem taking a turn for the worst, one of the Twenty Hounds of the Elder Council was almost upon him and every second that passed, a Marulyn friar died.

But, among all the believers why Kieran? Because he was stronger?