"Yeah." Dak rubbed his head and slapped it a few times. When he felt a little more awake, he agreed:
"Which province of Cruzde you go to, you will see the remains of various old churches. Some have been renovated, while others are still abandoned. But whether intact or in ruins, as long as there are humans, they will come to worship and pray for the blessings of God."
"After all, the harder life is, the more people need spiritual comfort." Wolfya said with a little melancholy.
Then, enduring the lingering dull pain in his abdomen, he piled together some dry wood he had found earlier, lit some discarded paper with a windproof lighter, and ignited the hay at the bottom and the wood above.
Soon, bright flames accompanied by the crackling sound of burning wood appeared in front of the two people.
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