Chapter 138: The Knight Picked Up the Rod (3)
"Allow me to first offer my apologies. I am deeply sorry for what has transpired."
“Hmm, could you at least not bow your head? It’s making me feel like the villain here.”
Ihan looked awkwardly at the elderly priest bowing low to him. Receiving such a heartfelt apology from someone as venerable as this man—116 years old, no less—only made Ihan feel guilty.
He tried to help the priest stand, but the elder remained steadfast.
"What does age have to do with wrongdoing? If anything, it is the duty of an elder to set an example by offering a proper apology."
“...You’re truly a respectable elder,” Ihan admitted.
It struck Ihan that this priest was one of the few genuinely principled adults he had ever encountered. He found himself feeling a surprising sense of respect.
"I only put in the effort because I’d already been paid. From what I’ve heard, that holy water you provided—the highest-grade variety—takes three years to make, doesn’t it? It’s worth a fortune too."
To compare it in martial arts terms, the highest-grade holy water was akin to the Great Restoration Pill of Shaolin or Gongqing Elixir.
It wasn’t just priceless; it was a once-in-a-lifetime treasure that could purge diseases and ensure lifelong health. Equivalent to the 99.99% rarity of troll’s lifeblood, it was essentially another life for a knight.
The payment had been almost excessive for the task, and Ihan considered the trade more than fair.
"Honestly, for dealing with those greenhorns, the payment was way too much. I’d have done it for a few gold coins."