Chapter 579
After leaving the refugee camp, Rowen headed towards the Temple of Ouen, located on the outskirts of the capital.
“Is that where you stay?” Ludwig asked.
“I prefer to rest at the temple closest to where I need to be the next day, so I don’t have a fixed residence,” Rowen replied.
The capital was as vast as the refugee camp, and Rowen did not have a permanent residence, instead choosing to rest at whichever location affiliated with the Church of the Five Great Gods was most convenient.
“Please be here by nine tomorrow at the latest. If you’re late, I’ll leave without you. Got it?” Rowen said playfully.
Ludwig scratched the back of his head awkwardly. “Yes, I’ll make sure to be here by then.”
Tomorrow, he would visit the headquarters of the 17th District Guards to make his report to the captain, confirm that the epidemic had truly been eradicated, and then escort Rowen to the next area.
Helping Rowen was merely a temporary assignment, but it was a necessary task. Just being able to assist in such work seemed to alleviate some of the burden and pressure Ludwig felt about having to make judgments.
Would he know what was right If he had been smarter or wiser? In the face of these difficult tasks, Ludwig had to confront his own limitations in order to overcome them. In that sense, Ludwig was wandering about, lost, while Rowen was nothing short of salvation for him.
The Temple of Ouen exuded an aura of decline. Its surroundings were desolate, with not a single passerby, as if people feared to get close lest they contract something awful. The guards at the gate also looked visibly fatigued.
Moreover, the temple’s stone walls seemed damaged, and were marred with illegible graffiti. Both the temple’s dilapidated state and the graffiti scrawled on its walls were clear markings of the anger and hatred towards Ouen and his believers.
Other temples of Ouen and Alse on the continent were likely in similar states.