If he became the bishop, like now, there would be extremely large cases where Weed would have to live for others. Even though reputation and influence might increase, Weed thought money was more important and thought that it was not worth losing the money.
“Then enjoy.”
As Weed poured out the soup and rice he smiled a bit.
With sad eyes he shed a tear but forcefully spread a smile on his face!
Pain and frustration, and resignation. Resentment and anger in a rotten smile was a step forward.
Nevertheless, to people it looked like he was a person who liked a lot of people.
Then a resident who was wearing red, came holding a bowl and said.
“Have you ever made clothing of the Niflheim Empire?”
“Pardon?”
“Empire clothing are clothes that you wear when you enter an empire. It’s suitable for working, and for fighting in. It is complicated to create, and you also need special material. I know the method to create the clothing.”
The villager handed to Weed a book.
“I only give this to benefactors.”