Finally, with one big thud, it abruptly stopped. Only one man appeared behind the door after that—a man less than six foot, bald on the head and hairless on the face too. One could easily fail to recognise the man as he looked ordinary and uninspiring.
"May the Holy Light Enlighten us, my brothers of the faith!"
Sylvester walked forward with a frown. This was the man he never liked and perhaps never will, for he knew that if anyone, he needed to be careful with him the most.
But still, he bowed his head and greeted, for the latter was too high above him. "Greetings, Saint Seer. What brings your esteemed self so far from the Church? These little menial tasks are too beneath you."
