Chapter 507 - 343: That Summer Solstice (Part 1)_2
Malin had once wondered, for with the vision of an astrologer and star predictor, Malin’s was the horoscope of the king of all kings. Considering his immense reputation in the world of craftsmen, everyone said Malin would be the greatest king of craftsmen in history, those before him mere children wearing crowns of brass.
Malin could only laugh it off—they would never understand that since his youth, he had been brought up with the belief that nothing is as important as one’s own kind. In his eyes, nameless mortals had built a beautiful world with their blood and flesh as the cost.
The vision revealed by Malin’s soul was a future free of oppression, where every person was their own king.
"Alright, my children, come on in and have a seat with this old lady."
Malin followed the elderly woman into the grand entrance hall of the mansion.
Inside, people were standing on both sides, some clapping, others greeting, and Malin also saw representatives from various Churches.
Malin walked towards them smiling, first to greet the elderly lady from the Church of the Harvest Goddess, "Madam, hello."
The lady smiled and embraced Malin, "Old Hoffman’s godson, welcome to Galicano."
"I’m here, madam, may I stay at the Church tonight?" This was a statement of intent—given Malin’s status, he could only reside in the Harvest Goddess Church if he were to stay somewhere, unless this city lacked one.
"Of course, my child, the Church is always your home," the old lady embraced Malin once more, then stepped back with a smile.
"Hello, child walking upon the Golden Prairie." The Bishop of the Church of Justice in Galicano was a middle-aged man with a stern demeanor; he extended his hand and shared a firm handshake with Malin, the kind between men.