A man who had never appeared in Yan'an walked into the great cathedral of the Healing Church.
Yet the church agent praying here did not seem surprised at all.
On this night, any strange thing could happen, so there was no need to be surprised.
Lann looked at the woman in the white robe who had twisted around.
She had white hair, a frail figure, and blood-stained bandages wrapped around her wrists. She was a far cry from the typical image of a powerful pope that people imagined.
Lann had once seen a portrait of the Eternal Fire Archbishop, Cyrus Himmelfat, in Gos Velen's market.
Apart from the painting techniques that emphasized pomp and grandeur, the guy looked like an indulgent, gluttonous pig.
Yet that painting was finally sold for fifty Oren.
But Amelia looked just like an ordinary helpless woman praying in front of a holy statue.
But Lann knew very well—
An ordinary helpless woman would not be so calm when a strong man unsheathes a sword and walks toward her.
