The alchemical knowledge inscribed in the notes was equally significant.

It seemed he would need to delve into alchemy himself or perhaps recruit someone well-versed in the art.

After pondering for a while longer, he finally turned and ascended the stairs to rest.

Two days later in the city of Lysis at the temple, Fong Ho accompanied by Anja hired two idol laborers by the roadside carrying 50 completed hot faith sacrian robes toward the temple.

Sir, may I assist you with something? Inquired a young sacristen, glancing at the bundles the workers bore, Fonggha regarded the sacristen and spoke softly.

I am a cloth merchant.

Last time I promised to donate garments, and fortuitously I have brought some today.

Upon hearing of the donation, the sacrian's demeanor became increasingly respectful.

Ah, please, sir, come inside.

I shall fetch the priest.

The sacrian remained cordial.

Very well.

The sacrian led Fong Hoa to a quiet room before departing to summon the priest.

The laborers set down the bundles, and Fong How paid the agreed upon price before departing with a sense of satisfaction.

Before long, the door reopened, and the elderly priestess entered, her gate hunched.

Upon seeing Fong How and the Orc Maiden seated within, her expression momentarily faltered.

It seemed as though not much time had elapsed since their last encounter.

Surely there could not be any issues.

He did not intend to withdraw the donation, did he? Such last minute changes of heart had occurred in the past.

Mr.

Merchant, it is good to see you again.

I hastily neglected to inquire about your name last time.

I am Fong Ha.

How may I address you, esteemed priestess? Despite the elderly woman's perpetually serious demeanor, Fong Hao responded with a smile.

Miriam, the priestess, took a seat opposite him and noticed the two stacks of cloth bags on the side of the coffee table.

Funha nodded, explaining that Miriam had fortuitously come to Lisa's city with 50 sets of robes, promising that he would send more during her next visit.

Upon hearing Fong How's words, Miriam furrowed her brow.

Previous donations had often taken over half a year, if not longer, and more frequently, they simply faded into oblivion without any follow-up.

Fong Ho's promptness was the fastest she had ever encountered, verging on the astonishing.

"Sir, are you speaking the truth, or is this a gest?" Miriam fixed her gaze on Fonggha.

"I have indeed brought the garments," he replied, opening one of the cloth bags to reveal a priestly robe.

as she held the robe in her hands.

The old priestess's face registered heightened astonishment.

The craftsmanship was truly exceptional.

Even the garments arranged for donation by the lord's manner lacked such meticulousness.

The fabric felt incredibly pleasant to the touch.

However, when her eyes fell upon the skull emblem on the robe's chest, a look of shock crossed Miriam<unk>s face.

Mr.

Fong Ho, what is this? Please do not misunderstand.

Lady Miriam, our cloth merchant's name is the bone fabric shop, not only for you, but the garments ordered by Lady Rebecca also bear this insignia.

Though she prefers a more discreet display for her public appearances, Fong How explained.

Hearing his clarification, Miriam<unk>s expression softened slightly.

Having a symbol was not inherently problematic.

Her concern lay in the possibility that Fong Ho was provoking the temple in this manner, given that the temple revered the god of light and the goddess of abundance.

Lady Rebecca has indeed commissioned garments from your establishment.

Miriam redirected the conversation towards Rebecca.

Yes, this year our bone fabric shop was selected to create her attire for the federal assembly.

It may not be long before our shop becomes renowned throughout the city, Fongghao replied, still smiling.

Upon hearing this, Miriam relaxed further.

The federal assembly was a significant event among human city states, and even the gowns were subject to rigorous election.

This indicated that throughout the year following the assembly, the bone fabric shop would be the most popular establishment in the city.

Soon, everyone would recognize the bone fabric shop, and there would be little issue with the temple's garments bearing the shop's insignia.

Thank you, Mr.

Fong Ha.

Once the garments are ready, I can arrange for someone to collect them.

Miriam conceded, no longer pursuing the matter of the skull emblem.

Fongghao had anticipated this by invoking Lady Rebecca.

He knew the temple would be amanable to the bone insignia.

Indeed, I shall not intrude any further.

I will inform you when the next attire is ready.

Fong Hao had no intention of lingering.

The two exited the room, accompanied by Miriam as they made their way down a corridor.

As they passed by an open room, a man's greasy voice echoed, extoling, "Praise be to the God of light.

Praise be to the goddess of abundance.

And praise to you, beautiful priestess.

May your skin grow ever more delicate, and your visage retain its youthful allure.

I am not a priestess, merely an assistant priest.

" A somewhat bashful voice responded from within the room.

As the trio walked past, they glimpsed a gaunt, middle-aged man with golden hair.

grasping the hand of a young assistant priestess, uttering his incipid flattery.

Ahem, Miriam cleared her throat softly.

Upon hearing the sound, the young assistant priestess turned to see Priestess Miriam standing at the threshold.

Her face instantly flushed crimson.

In a flurry, she withdrew her hand from the man's grasp.

Priestess Miriam, the assistant priestess, bowed her head in respect.

You shall now be responsible for the flora in the backyard.

This area no longer requires your attention.

Miriam remarked with a displeased expression.

Yes.

The assistant priestess turned pale and fled in haste.

The middle-aged man, noticing Miriam's grim demeanor, felt a twinge of anxiety and promptly declared, "Priestess Miriam, I extend my deepest respect to you.

Silence her tongue.

You may leave this place today.

" She retorted sharply.

Chapter 349.

Browning heard Priestess Miriam instruct him to leave.

The man, somewhat flustered, hastily replied, "But my injury has not yet healed.

" Browning, "I have warned you not to employ the tricks of the tavern here.

If you have not departed by this afternoon, do not blame me for being ungracious.

" Priestess Miriam stated coldly.

The temple was predominantly staffed by young female acolytes, some of whom were mere children, many hailed from nearby villages, easily susceptible to Browning's greasy and clitch compliments.

Clearly, this was not the first time Priestess Miriam had cautioned this man.

Yet, he had just been caught in the act again.

Priestess Miriam, I was merely engaging in conversation with her.

Browning defended himself.

You have 1 hour.

If you remain beyond that, your name will be known to every supplicant who visits the temple," Priestess Miriam declared, explicitly setting a 1-hour limit for his departure.

Upon hearing the priestess's warning, Browning's expression shifted dramatically.

He understood the formidable power wielded by a priestess, especially that of a high priestess.

Were this not Lysa's city, a priestess's word could easily lead him to the gallows or a fiery demise.