Shouldn't the question be what's good about this place?

"Do you think it's not developed here?"

Herbert understood his gaze and shook his head with a smile:

"This is not something you need to worry about. Soon someone will come here, and it will soon take on a different appearance."

Steven blinked, wanting to speak the truth in his heart.

No matter how well you develop here, it has nothing to do with me... but obviously, he couldn't say that.

In the end, Steven bowed his head deeply and pleaded:

"... Lord, I beg you to let me go. I just want to go home; my daughter is still waiting for me."

He pleaded humbly, hoping the other party would be merciful and let him leave.

Then, Steven heard the calm voice of the young man.

"You may leave."

!!!

"My lord!" Steven raised his head excitedly, not expecting the other party to be so agreeable.

"However, let me make it clear, once you choose to leave, you can never come back."

Herbert looked calmly at the wide-eyed Steven and said softly, "Besides, I won't provide you with any help."

"If you want to leave, then leave on your own."

Leave on his own?

The excitement on Steven's face froze.

He turned his head and looked towards the mist beyond the Elda Territory.

The all-consuming deep mist, like a nightmare he could never forget.

"I..."

"Alright, think it over yourself." Herbert interrupted coldly as Steven attempted to say something.

The opportunity has been given to you.

Life or death, you choose.

Respect others' fate.

Yet Herbert didn't act completely heartless, empathetically advising, "But before you make a firm decision, you better rest well here first."

"Even if you want to leave, you should heal your injuries first, right?"

"Ah! It's just that I'm too kind-hearted and can't bear to see you die tragically in this mist."

Herbert sighed, moved by his own compassion—while Nenasha despised him in her heart.

Steven, meanwhile, gazed tensedly at Herbert, unsure of how to thank this lord.

Not only did he not stop him; he even offered help.

How kind of a person is this!

Steven became even more humble, gratefully asking, "Lord, can you heal my wounds?"

"I can't, but there's someone who is very skilled at it."

Herbert, thinking about the Priest Order mentioned by the Ice and Snow Goddess earlier, smiled, "By the time, they should already be on their way and should arrive soon."

.

.

Frost Crystal Royal City, Ice and Snow Goddess Divine Hall.

Here is the manifestation of the Ice and Snow Goddess's power in the Mortal Realm; it can be considered a part of the Divine Kingdom, naturally having uses unknown to outsiders, aside from offering prayers.

In the underground of the Ice and Snow Divine Hall, a secret place entirely cast with ice was constructed.

At this moment, a dazzling light in the underground chamber illuminated, as a massive array slowly emerged.

Buzz ——

Accompanied by a slight buzzing, the array emitted a deep blue glow, with the space above slightly distorting.

Soon after, a team of ten hooded figures walked out of the teleportation array slowly.

They were uniformly dressed in blue and white priest's robes, embroidered with intricate ice and snow runes on the hem, glimmering under the reflection of the divine hall's ice and snow.

Among them, nine appeared to be maidens, with delicate features, graceful postures, and pure and pious eyes, like exquisite dolls unsculpted by worldly dust.

Leading these nine maidens was a woman looking just over thirty, whose priest's robe was tailored to fit, emphasizing her graceful body curves.

She bore a mature and charming smile, with eyes exuding confidence and composure gained from myriad experiences.

Before the leader spoke, Laila, the Snow Elf Bishop, who had been waiting, excitedly called out:

"Joanna."

Bishop Laila's eyes shone with joy at the sight of the leading woman, stepping forward to embrace her firmly.

"It's only been a short while since we last met, and you've come to see me again so soon!"

Embraced, Joanna gently returned the embrace, shaking her head with mild helplessness, "Laila, what are you talking about? We've not seen each other for over forty years."

"And that's not long?"

"Short? Ah, you elves and your sense of time..."

"What are you saying? Aren't you a half-elf too?"

"We don't lose track of time like you do... haha." Joanna chuckled helplessly as she teased, her laughter ringing in the end.

After parting, Joanna bowed to Laila, respectfully saying, "Bishop Laila, thank you for your assistance."

Laila nodded in acknowledgment, then smiled at the other young priestesses:

"Hmm, you are all sisters of the church, there is no need for thanks. The Divine Hall has arranged food and lodging; please follow me."

After Laila finished instructing them, the guards who had been waiting stepped forward to lead the way, leaving Joanna and Laila alone in the secret place.

Once the others left, Joanna visibly relaxed, accepting the cup of wine Laila handed her.

Tink.

They lightly clinked their cups and drank the fruit wine brewed from icy raspberries.

The Ice and Snow Goddess's church does not prohibit alcohol.

On the contrary, He encourages his followers to gather ingredients from the winter snow to brew the most delicious fruit wine in His honor.

"Ha..."

Laila exhaled slowly, looking at her half-elf friend of many years, curiously asking: "Where are you all heading?"

The Snow Elf Bishop had only received the task from the church to activate the teleportation array to receive this Priest Order, yet she didn't know their precise mission.

Suddenly arriving in this remote part of the Frost Crystal Kingdom, did the church have some operations?

Do they think my previous works weren't satisfactory?

But concerning this question, Joanna shook her head, giving an apologetic smile:

"I'm sorry, we are on a secret mission. I can tell you it's unrelated to Frost Crystal, but I can't disclose specific information."

Laila understood the impropriety of her question, acknowledging her friend's difficulty: "I see... that's really unfortunate."

As she was about to change the topic to discuss her experiences over the years, especially her recent "glorious achievements," a voice like a nightingale's suddenly resonated in her ear.

"What's there to hide? We're going to the Misty Mountains."

!!?

Laila was startled momentarily, then looked sharply to the side, noticing a maiden who had inexplicably appeared in the secret chamber.

No, that's not right.

That maiden priestess hadn't left with the guards from the start.

"Why are you... uh."

Laila was about to question why the maiden stayed to eavesdrop on their conversation when she realized something, changing her attitude to probe:

"Who are you?"

Before the maiden could speak, Joanna softly coughed, proactively answering for her:

"Laila, I forgot to introduce you earlier, this is the new Divine Favorer blessed by the Goddess, Lady Yunier."

Indeed, a Divine Favorer!

The Divine Favorers hold an exalted position within the Divine Spirit Church hierarchy, and even if they are weak, they stand above others due to the Divine Spirit's favor.

"Lady Yunier..."

Laila was about to bow in greeting but was stopped by the maiden's cheerful smile: "No need to be tense, I'm here just to ask you a question."

"I heard you recently encountered a white-haired young man? And received some help from him?"

Laila paused slightly, nodded: "…Indeed, that happened. Is there an issue? I've submitted the detailed report to the church."

She was somewhat confused, not understanding what the maiden meant.

Does the church think she did a poor job, wanting to investigate her?

"Oh, I said there's nothing wrong, don't be nervous. I just want to know your opinion of him."

Yunier waved her hand, smiling, languidly asking: "I purely want to ask for your opinion, what kind of person do you think he is?"

"You can express any view, feel free to speak your mind."

An opinion of Herbert?

Laila blinked, tilted her head for a glimpse of Joanna, receiving a nod of reassurance.

No underlying significance, she truly only wished to inquire about this.

"..."

She furrowed her brows in contemplation, quickly arriving at a conclusion.

Laila recalled being startled by the Saint and even forced to make the Goddess's presence, biting her lip slightly:

"In my view, he's... just someone who relies on the strong to swagger and boast."

"A weak, yet arrogant, human!"

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