Chapter 349, Browning_1

Hearing Priest Miriam tell him to leave,

the man panicked a little and quickly said, "But my wound isn't healed yet…"

"Browning, I've warned you before not to use those tavern tricks here. If you're still around by this afternoon, don't blame me for not being polite," Priest Miriam said coldly.

The temple was mostly staffed by young female acolytes. Some of them were even children.

Most came from nearby villages, making them easy prey for Browning's greasy, clichéd sweet talk.

Evidently, this wasn't Priest Miriam's first time warning the man.

Yet once again, he'd been caught red-handed.

"Priest Miriam, I was just chatting with her," Browning argued.

"One hour. If you're not gone, your name will be known to every person who comes here to pray," Priest Miriam said, shrinking his departure deadline down to a single hour.

Hearing the priest's warning, Browning's face changed instantly.

He knew well the power of a priest's words, especially the chief priest's.