Upon hearing the young man's words, Bard felt his blood rush to his head.
Crafting a seemingly valid rule over a millennium to deceive others?
What kind of lame antique Swindler is this?
Bard blurted out, "The patterns on the altar and the surrounding arrangements are also fake?"
The young man in the dark-blue deputy host robe chuckled.
"If it wasn't real, would you have been deceived?
"Furthermore, I occasionally venture out. When I do, it grants Steal powers on my behalf. Of course, with the spirituality produced by the surrounding worshippers, it can indeed only bestow once a year."
As the young man spoke, the smile on his face widened.
Bard's forehead throbbed as he listened, feeling like he had been mocked.
