Chapter 161: One hundred and twenty-three: Deep into the Night (I)
"Pamir City, I haven’t been here for some time," the old man in the carriage sighed.
As the God of Wealth’s touring Bishop, the old man had just dealt with a debt recovery in Carterburg. Unfortunately, because of the debtor’s death, it seemed impossible to reclaim the money. As a touring Bishop, he definitely needed to inform the headquarters in Sydney, Central Administrative Province, so they could make a decision.
Moreover, the situation was far more complicated than he had thought upon departure. Thirteen Noble families in Carterburg had silently perished, four of which were already extinct, in addition to the assassination attempt on the prince, and the unsuccessful attempt on the Mischael family head. It seemed the followers of the Church of Justice in Carterburg had countless troubles.
Compared to that, the troubles of the Church of the God of Wealth were a minor issue within minor issues.
Inconsequential, trifling.
Consecutive days of investigation and subsequent traveling had taken their toll on Singer, who, despite being a Merchant of Sequence five and an administrator, was tired. The Merchant Sequence did not provide him with as much vigor as the battle-oriented Sequences might have.
Having recalled the nearby regional map in his mind, Singer tapped on the carriage door: "Milo, it’s getting late, change of plans, we’ll rest at our own Church tonight in Pamir City, and visit my old friend at the Church of Justice tomorrow."
"No problem, Your Excellency," the coachman responded.