"Ascetic Monk?"
"Yes." The elder Damai fell into a solemn remembrance: "It was after I encountered danger on the Far East Continent. An Eastern Ascetic Monk saved my life, thus leading me into this noble hall. To cherish life is the only rule that we Ascetic Monks follow."
"Why did you choose such a desolate place for your practice?" Ning Yu was somewhat moved.
"I originally spread teachings among the human realms in the Aegean Continent, but the St. Paul Church in those realms started persecuting us monks. Hence, with no other choice, I and some monks wandered into the Bimon Kingdom. Here, the freedom of belief gives us the wings to liberate our spirits."
"Medical technology is the weakest link in the Bimon Army. Compared to the monks' 'Prayer of Comforting Light', Bimon's witch doctors simply cannot meet the needs of war. I think for the Ascetic Monks who end up in the Bimon Kingdom, this might be a perfect ending." Ning Yu warmed her hands on the cup she was holding.
