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Chapter 44 – Silver mines (5)

The room was quiet after Brendel entered, but he did not mind the situation and walked between the small gaps available before sitting down on the only empty bed. Everyone’s eyes followed him, especially Maher who continued to frown as he stared at Brendel.

[Why are they on their guards? Do I look terrifying? Or is it because there’s another reason?]

Brendel shook his head inwardly. For some reason, their muscles were stiff, and their hearts pounded loudly. However, he did not want to remove their anxiety. While they had agreed not to report his strange behavior, but who knew if their minds changed? It would be better to observe their movements.

The strange tension continued to the evening because of his presence.

Due to the number of workers pouring into the silver mines when they returned, the work usually started on the second morning, which gave Brendel much time to familiarize himself with the mines.

He had passed on the frightening meal offered for dinner. There was no possibility of identifying what was cooked in the pot, and the green-like paste looked like it was some kind of witch’s potion as it carried a rotten stench to it. Brendel nearly emptied the contents of his stomach, not to mention eating it.

He was secretly thankful for Jana’s reminder to bring sufficient dry rations. At the same time, he wondered if she had done similar related work to foresee the necessity of carrying his own food.

He stealthily confirmed several locations in the other camping areas after touring the valley once before returning to the place he was assigned to. He immediately saw the slightly malnourished youth when he entered the place.

The other young men in the group had gone out for their meals, with the exception of the girl who was also sitting beside the malnourished youth.

“Are you not going to go for your meal?” Brendel asked, wondering if their relationships with the group were bad. It was common in some groups after all, but the youth shook his head.

“I don’t eat dinner.” The young man replied. He did not seem like he was afraid of Brendel like the other youths were.

[Don’t eating dinner? Perhaps he’s a follower of the Temple of Silver Lily?]

In his memories, only the suffering believers who lived in poverty had this strange habit. The reason the believers did not take the evening meal was to pay tribute to the King of Fire, Gatel, at his worst period in his life. The humans led by him in that era desperately tried to escape the assault from the Miirna by going into the wilderness, and countless people starved to deaths as a result.

The youth nodded to Brendel’s question.

[The Temple of Silver Lily branches off from the Holy Cathedral of Fire. It’s quite common in Arreck, but the typical believers don’t fast, and the ones who do are apprentices taught in the religion’s ways.]

“Did you learn their ways as an apprentice?” Brendel asked.

“Yes, and no.

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