Chapter 699: 698. Little Green Frogs, But Bigger
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Chapter 699 698. Little Green Frogs, But Bigger
Sylvester did pity them. They were normal humans, but because of their stature, they were deemed unfit to possess complex intellect. He never recalled seeing a Clergyman from this social group.
"It won't be wrong to say that I am also an entertainer." Sylvester cheered up the mood. "I have been singing for the pleasure of the faithful. Perhaps you can do the same. The new faith is different, and people from all walks of life are welcome to become its working members. Be it as a Priest or a Bright Mother."
"We can?" Maddy beamed with newfound hope—a hope to live life with dignity.
"I didn't know you couldn't before. But now, I am allowing you to," Sylvester declared openly. "I do not discriminate against you for your stature or species. As long as you have Solis in your heart, you are my brothers, sisters, sons, and daughters."
Sitting on the other side of the table, Gabriel nodded vehemently. The Church was in the middle of expansion, and there was a greater need for more Priests at the lower levels. This time, the plan was to include various species from Beastaria as well.
"Now, go on and tell me about your adventures." Sylvester changed the topic and uplifted the mood of the dinner. "Let me start with my own. Let me tell you about the time I caught a man masquerading as me right in this castle. He didn't look like me from any side, and yet people somehow believed him because of his blonde hair and eyes..."
Like that, the dinner went by with little laughter, and stories shared. It was perhaps the best for the ten-member jesting troupe. They had never felt this honored in their lives before, and in all honesty, they wanted to become a part of what Sylvester was now. He was charismatic, kind, and powerful; a perfect combination for a man worth following. "That was needless," Gabriel muttered as they watched the troupe leave on their carriages. "But they will never forget this event for the rest of their lives."
"That's what we all should strive for, Gab. You must learn to treat people while rising above any prejudice. No matter the species, or looks, a life is a life." Sylvester taught his Saint Wazir and patted his shoulder before making his way toward the main monastery in the city. "The Church must always remain impartial."
"Where are you going?" nOve.lb(In
"To rest at the monastery, Gab. I'm the Pope. I can't be staying in a King's castle as it'd send the wrong message."
"B-But you lived in Queen Xylena's castle."
"Because she's my adopted daughter, it's not the same. Now move your slow ass—the last to reach the monastery will sleep on the floor."
"What?!" Gabriel's pupils shrank in amusement at the sudden task. "I already got my own room. Why would I sleep on the floor."
"Because you'll lose the bet."
"Finally! Yes, yes... this is it! This is the sea, isn't it?" Castell Gralith, the Prince of the Giants, roared at the sky at the sight of endless water before him.
"No, it's just the Merkins' lake. It's so big that one can confuse it for the sea," the talking eagle, Bajj, responded exhaustingly from his shoulder. "What?!" Castell couldn't believe it. "We walked for so many days and slayed so many of those little green frogs. How did we go deeper into the continent? Why didn't Father give me a good map?" "Because he wanted you to explore and learn everything on your own," Bajj explained. "Who wants that? I have a divine message to deliver to the Pope of humans. How can I accomplish this task if I can't even reach the western shore? We should have already met him by now..." Castell blabbered without stopping, voicing his displeasure. "Bajj, go into the sky and guide me." "Can't do that. His Majesty made me swear in the name of the Gods," Bajj refused, remaining lazy on Castell's shoulder. "But I can give you a little advice." "Please!"
"Where does the sun rise from?"
"West."
"Where do we want to go?"
"West... Wait!" Castell connected the dots and looked at the sky. "It's evening now... then that means that side is east? My mighty gods, I am such a fool. I kept following the sun without caring if it was sunrise or sunset."
"That's why your father sent me with you." Bajj threw some salt on his wounds. "But you don't do anythi—" Castell abruptly stopped talking and looked behind at the mighty, tall green mountains and forest with a strange green mist in them. "Did you hear that? It feels like... a giant is walking." "Orcs," Bajj blurted.
"B-But we were in the land of those green frogs!"
"Wraaaaaaa! Who dares enter the realm of Chiefking?!"
Castell nervously raised his metal club and looked at the wide treeline behind him near the shore. He heard countless footsteps getting louder, and the roars were now clearer.
"Who dares—"
BOOM!
As soon as the first Orc appeared, Castell jumped with his mighty legs and slammed his metal club on the Orc's head, turning it into a filthy mush of flesh and blood. "Wait!" Castell exclaimed as soon as another Orc appeared. "They're like those little green frogs... but bigger!"
"Those were Goblins, but these are Orcs," Bajj corrected him. "But... they're so easy to kill."
"You're a giant, Cas. Most things are easy to kill for you." "No, I lost to a dragon once," Castell corrected the eagle. "You were just a year old back then, Cas." Bajj rolled her eyes and jumped from his shoulder to fly and spot enemies, or more like playthings for him. _________________
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Chapter 699 698. Little Green Frogs, But Bigger
Sylvester did pity them. They were normal humans, but because of their stature, they were deemed unfit to possess complex intellect. He never recalled seeing a Clergyman from this social group.
"It won't be wrong to say that I am also an entertainer." Sylvester cheered up the mood. "I have been singing for the pleasure of the faithful. Perhaps you can do the same. The new faith is different, and people from all walks of life are welcome to become its working members. Be it as a Priest or a Bright Mother."
"We can?" Maddy beamed with newfound hope—a hope to live life with dignity.
"I didn't know you couldn't before. But now, I am allowing you to," Sylvester declared openly. "I do not discriminate against you for your stature or species. As long as you have Solis in your heart, you are my brothers, sisters, sons, and daughters."
Sitting on the other side of the table, Gabriel nodded vehemently. The Church was in the middle of expansion, and there was a greater need for more Priests at the lower levels. This time, the plan was to include various species from Beastaria as well.
"Now, go on and tell me about your adventures." Sylvester changed the topic and uplifted the mood of the dinner. "Let me start with my own. Let me tell you about the time I caught a man masquerading as me right in this castle. He didn't look like me from any side, and yet people somehow believed him because of his blonde hair and eyes..."
Like that, the dinner went by with little laughter, and stories shared. It was perhaps the best for the ten-member jesting troupe. They had never felt this honored in their lives before, and in all honesty, they wanted to become a part of what Sylvester was now. He was charismatic, kind, and powerful; a perfect combination for a man worth following. "That was needless," Gabriel muttered as they watched the troupe leave on their carriages. "But they will never forget this event for the rest of their lives."
"That's what we all should strive for, Gab. You must learn to treat people while rising above any prejudice. No matter the species, or looks, a life is a life." Sylvester taught his Saint Wazir and patted his shoulder before making his way toward the main monastery in the city. "The Church must always remain impartial."
"Where are you going?" nOve.lb(In
"To rest at the monastery, Gab. I'm the Pope. I can't be staying in a King's castle as it'd send the wrong message."
"B-But you lived in Queen Xylena's castle."
"Because she's my adopted daughter, it's not the same. Now move your slow ass—the last to reach the monastery will sleep on the floor."
"What?!" Gabriel's pupils shrank in amusement at the sudden task. "I already got my own room. Why would I sleep on the floor."
"Because you'll lose the bet."
"Finally! Yes, yes... this is it! This is the sea, isn't it?" Castell Gralith, the Prince of the Giants, roared at the sky at the sight of endless water before him.
"No, it's just the Merkins' lake. It's so big that one can confuse it for the sea," the talking eagle, Bajj, responded exhaustingly from his shoulder. "What?!" Castell couldn't believe it. "We walked for so many days and slayed so many of those little green frogs. How did we go deeper into the continent? Why didn't Father give me a good map?" "Because he wanted you to explore and learn everything on your own," Bajj explained. "Who wants that? I have a divine message to deliver to the Pope of humans. How can I accomplish this task if I can't even reach the western shore? We should have already met him by now..." Castell blabbered without stopping, voicing his displeasure. "Bajj, go into the sky and guide me." "Can't do that. His Majesty made me swear in the name of the Gods," Bajj refused, remaining lazy on Castell's shoulder. "But I can give you a little advice." "Please!"
"Where does the sun rise from?"
"West."
"Where do we want to go?"
"West... Wait!" Castell connected the dots and looked at the sky. "It's evening now... then that means that side is east? My mighty gods, I am such a fool. I kept following the sun without caring if it was sunrise or sunset."
"That's why your father sent me with you." Bajj threw some salt on his wounds. "But you don't do anythi—" Castell abruptly stopped talking and looked behind at the mighty, tall green mountains and forest with a strange green mist in them. "Did you hear that? It feels like... a giant is walking." "Orcs," Bajj blurted.
"B-But we were in the land of those green frogs!"
"Wraaaaaaa! Who dares enter the realm of Chiefking?!"
Castell nervously raised his metal club and looked at the wide treeline behind him near the shore. He heard countless footsteps getting louder, and the roars were now clearer.
"Who dares—"
BOOM!
As soon as the first Orc appeared, Castell jumped with his mighty legs and slammed his metal club on the Orc's head, turning it into a filthy mush of flesh and blood. "Wait!" Castell exclaimed as soon as another Orc appeared. "They're like those little green frogs... but bigger!"
"Those were Goblins, but these are Orcs," Bajj corrected him. "But... they're so easy to kill."
"You're a giant, Cas. Most things are easy to kill for you." "No, I lost to a dragon once," Castell corrected the eagle. "You were just a year old back then, Cas." Bajj rolled her eyes and jumped from his shoulder to fly and spot enemies, or more like playthings for him. _________________
Chapter 699 698. Little Green Frogs, But Bigger Sylvester did pity them. They were normal humans, but because of their stature, they were deemed unfit to possess complex intellect. He never recalled seeing a Clergyman from this social group. "It won't be wrong to say that I am also an entertainer." Sylvester cheered up the mood. "I have been singing for the pleasure of the faithful. Perhaps you can do the same. The new faith is different, and people from all walks of life are welcome to become its working members. Be it as a Priest or a Bright Mother." "We can?" Maddy beamed with newfound hopea hope to live life with dignity. "I didn't know you couldn't before. But now, I am allowing you to," Sylvester declared openly. "I do not discriminate against you for your stature or species. As long as you have Solis in your heart, you are my brothers, sisters, sons, and daughters." Sitting on the other side of the table, Gabriel nodded vehemently. The Church was in the middle of expansion, and there was a greater need for more Priests at the lower levels. This time, the plan was to include various species from Beastaria as well. "Now, go on and tell me about your adventures." Sylvester changed the topic and uplifted the mood of the dinner. "Let me start with my own. Let me tell you about the time I caught a man masquerading as me right in this castle. He didn't look like me from any side, and yet people somehow believed him because of his blonde hair and eyes..." Like that, the dinner went by with little laughter, and stories shared. It was perhaps the best for the ten-member jesting troupe. They had never felt this honored in their lives before, and in all honesty, they wanted to become a part of what Sylvester was now. He was charismatic, kind, and powerful; a perfect combination for a man worth following. "That was needless," Gabriel muttered as they watched the troupe leave on their carriages. "But they will never forget this event for the rest of their lives." "That's what we all should strive for, Gab. You must learn to treat people while rising above any prejudice. No matter the species, or looks, a life is a life." Sylvester taught his Saint Wazir and patted his shoulder before making his way toward the main monastery in the city. "The Church must always remain impartial." "Where are you going?" nOve.lbIn"To rest at the monastery, Gab. I'm the Pope. I can't be staying in a King's castle as it'd send the wrong message." "B-But you lived in Queen Xylena's castle." "Because she's my adopted daughter, it's not the same. Now move your slow assthe last to reach the monastery will sleep on the floor." "What?!" Gabriel's pupils shrank in amusement at the sudden task. "I already got my own room. Why would I sleep on the floor." "Because you'll lose the bet." "Finally! Yes, yes... this is it! This is the sea, isn't it?" Castell Gralith, the Prince of the Giants, roared at the sky at the sight of endless water before him. "No, it's just the Merkins' lake. It's so big that one can confuse it for the sea," the talking eagle, Bajj, responded exhaustingly from his shoulder. "What?!" Castell couldn't believe it. "We walked for so many days and slayed so many of those little green frogs. How did we go deeper into the continent? Why didn't Father give me a good map?" "Because he wanted you to explore and learn everything on your own," Bajj explained. "Who wants that? I have a divine message to deliver to the Pope of humans. How can I accomplish this task if I can't even reach the western shore? We should have already met him by now..." Castell blabbered without stopping, voicing his displeasure. "Bajj, go into the sky and guide me." "Can't do that. His Majesty made me swear in the name of the Gods," Bajj refused, remaining lazy on Castell's shoulder. "But I can give you a little advice." "Please!" "Where does the sun rise from?" "West." "Where do we want to go?" "West... Wait!" Castell connected the dots and looked at the sky. "It's evening now... then that means that side is east? My mighty gods, I am such a fool. I kept following the sun without caring if it was sunrise or sunset." "That's why your father sent me with you." Bajj threw some salt on his wounds. "But you don't do anythi" Castell abruptly stopped talking and looked behind at the mighty, tall green mountains and forest with a strange green mist in them. "Did you hear that? It feels like... a giant is walking." "Orcs," Bajj blurted. "B-But we were in the land of those green frogs!" "Wraaaaaaa! Who dares enter the realm of Chiefking?!" Castell nervously raised his metal club and looked at the wide treeline behind him near the shore. He heard countless footsteps getting louder, and the roars were now clearer. "Who dares" BOOM! As soon as the first Orc appeared, Castell jumped with his mighty legs and slammed his metal club on the Orc's head, turning it into a filthy mush of flesh and blood. "Wait!" Castell exclaimed as soon as another Orc appeared. "They're like those little green frogs... but bigger!" "Those were Goblins, but these are Orcs," Bajj corrected him. "But... they're so easy to kill." "You're a giant, Cas. Most things are easy to kill for you." "No, I lost to a dragon once," Castell corrected the eagle. "You were just a year old back then, Cas." Bajj rolled her eyes and jumped from his shoulder to fly and spot enemies, or more like playthings for him. _________________
