"Sorry to intrude."

A man with a stern face, wearing a medium-high silk top hat, walked into the church. Quinn and Snow quickly switched to a welcoming mode, no longer chatting with Old Bob.

He didn't rudely look around but instead walked unhurriedly towards Quinn, who was dressed in a bishop's robe.

"Hello, sir. I'm the bishop here. Have you eaten?"

Quinn approached, adjusting his bishop's hat, greeting him in his unique way.

"... Yes, I have." The man paused, seemingly surprised by the opening, but quickly recovered.

"The Mother cares for each of her children. What brings you here?"

Quinn smiled and asked the strange man in front of him.

Oddly, it seemed that when he greeted the stranger, the man's eyes momentarily showed a complex expression.

The man paused and replied calmly, "I was passing through this town and noticed that the faith here seems different from other ports. I was curious."

In truth, that wasn't the real reason for his visit. He didn't know why he had come here, subconsciously choosing to seek help at the local church.

"Well... this is the Church of the Earth Mother! I'm Bishop Quinn Fry here, and that child over there is Priest Snow White. If you don't have a faith yet, are you interested in learning about the teachings of the Mother?"

Quinn's eyes lit up, quickly responding.

How rare! It's been so long since we had any new believers here. Apart from the residents of this town, all the sailors who pass through invariably worship the Lord of Storms, making it extremely difficult to develop new followers. After all, it seems the Mother has no jurisdiction over the sea.

"A potential follower right in front of me, I can't let him slip away!" Quinn thought, quietly straightening the hem of his robe.

Meh? Is that a peculiar catchphrase of the people here? The man wondered, trying to keep his expression neutral.

The man removed his hat, placed it on his chest, and introduced himself, "Gehrman Sparrow, an adventurer. I'm sorry, but I already have a faith."

"However, I'm still very interested in your church."

"After all, I've never heard of your church on the lands of the Ruen Kingdom."

To be precise, it was only a few weeks ago that I fought a bishop from the Church of the Earth Mother. Gehrman thought to himself.

This book's true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience.

An adventurer! That sounds interesting, definitely more exciting than me being stuck here every day! Too bad he already has a faith... Quinn's face immediately showed obvious signs of envy, longing, and a slight disappointment, but he didn't forget his duties.

He pulled Gehrman to sit on a bench, enthusiastically introducing the church while reaching inside his white robe: "Hey, we and the people of this town all worship the symbol of life, the Mother of all spiritual beings, the Earth Mother. We believe life is like a plant with an inherent mission... Want some sunflower seeds?"

Huh? Gehrman's stern face stiffened slightly, the topic change was too abrupt.

He was about to politely refuse but saw Quinn take out a handful of golden sunflower seeds from his robe, popping one into his mouth. He vaguely heard a crunching sound, then saw Quinn's throat move, swallowing the seed whole!

Quinn sensed Gehrman's seemingly puzzled gaze, paused, and recalled his actions.

Come to think of it, the sunflower seeds outside are different from the ones I grow? He showed Gehrman the "sunflower seeds" in his hand—golden, plump, and round, easily reminiscent of certain cute little critters of the same color. He smiled and said, "A gift from the Mother... actually, I grew them myself."

Why does the bishop carry a handful of sunflower seeds with him? Gehrman kept his face expressionless, reluctantly took a handful, and placed a seed between his teeth, gently cracking it.

"No spiritual warning, probably safe... This chatting over snacks style is quite different from most residents of this continent, more like my homeland." Gehrman thought.

Then he suddenly found that the shell cracked easily, but the inside seemed empty, and the shell had a slightly sweet taste?

What is this? You call this a sunflower seed? Gehrman couldn't help but complain inwardly.

"Where was I... Oh, our faith is mostly concentrated in the Feneport region..."

Gehrman listened attentively to the introduction when Quinn suddenly interjected:

"Oh, by the way, I crossbred several generations to get it close to my ideal standard, but it still doesn't have the taste I remember."

"Actually... it tastes good."

This bishop seems quite unorthodox...

The stern-faced adventurer Gehrman listened quietly, responding with a sentence, his suspicions growing stronger.

When Quinn finished his introduction, Gehrman stood up, picked up his hat next to the seat, and said:

"Thank you for the explanation. I have some matters to attend to. See you next time."

Quinn sat on the bench, smiling and waving:

"See you next time~"

Gehrman put on his medium-high silk top hat and slowly walked out of the church.

"Snow, did you hear? He said he's an adventurer!"

As Gehrman stepped out, Quinn couldn't wait to excitedly tell Snow.

Adventurer, the term conjures up images of treasures, crises, battles, and encounters that make one's blood rush, something Quinn, who detests monotony, naturally longs for.

"What does an adventurer have to do with you? Don't forget you're the bishop of this church! Unless you succeed in spreading the faith, you can't leave your post."

Snow easily saw through Quinn's intention to abandon him and wander off, mercilessly shattering his illusion.

"Well... that's why I have you, Snow!" Quinn said confidently.

"...I really don't know why they assigned you here..."

Meanwhile, Gehrman exited the church, quickly entering an inn and renting a room.

He stood in the middle of the room, walked four steps backward, then seemed to fall into a trance, his eyes becoming hazy.

Before long, his eyes cleared up, showing some indescribable confusion and doubt, but a slight smile formed on his lips. He couldn't help but mutter joyfully:

"Quinn Fry is an Extraordinary of the mid-sequence..."

"His priest is on the Moon Pathway..."

"He is not a native of this continent..."

"He... comes from the same place as I do..."