We made it to the City of Alias in three days. We stayed at two inns and managed to prevent any other expenses.
We paid the fare to enter the city and I followed Grandma as she headed towards the Temple of Light.
The Gods here are much different than my previous life. For one no one questions if they are real.
That is because of the Avatars.
The Gods officially live in the celestial plane. I don't really know what it is. I do know that if God descended upon this plane a great many people will die.
The ground would temple, Volcano's would erupt, a great many other terrible things would happen depending on the God.
So they walk among us using Avatars. A lesser version of themselves. More like a Demigod.
The God of Light is also the God of Benevolence and Charity. It's one of the main God's that Grandma worships. Mostly to do charity stuff.
Though the reason Anita sent us her is cause the God of light is the most Benevolent God. All people can go there to seek refuge from danger.
Though not criminals. There was a murderer that sought refuge in a smaller temple. They thought that the God of light would not know or care.
That was the one time that he threatened to decend to our Plane of existence. So all criminals know it is a death sentence to come to the temple to seek refuge.
Also all people seeking refuge must work as low level priests. No questions will be asked. Though you will work.
It's also pretty easy to become a priest of the temple of the light. That's probably with he is the most common god that people worship.
Honestly I'm not into the whole worship thing. It makes me feel wired. Though I might have to rethink that today. If it keeps my family safe I'm pretty down.
When we reached the temple my eyes bulged. Yeah the temple we have has absolutely nothing on this one.
This temple is at least double the size. Not to mention this one is made of marble and gold. With only a healthy amount of silver. No wonder this guy is so popular, he's rich.
My Grandma stopped me putting both hand on my shoulders. "Okay, I do the talking. You just keep your hood and head down."
She let me go pulling my hood further down for emphasis. I didn't pull it back up. I simply looked down and followed her feet into the temple.
Grandma managed to get me to let her carry her own suitcase. So I just had my own bag slung on my back, and an almost empty bag of food.
We walked up the steps and into the temple. Footsteps and voices echoing all around. The sounds were confusing so I just ignored them. Focusing on following Grandma.
Suddenly she stopped. "Me and my Grandson seek refuge from danger. We are here to serve in exchange for safety."
I don't know what happened but my Grandma turned and walked away. I followed. The sounds went quite and floor changed.
A door slammed closed, startling me. Than all the previous sounds became a dull whisper.
I listened and hear two other people walking with us on the now black marble floor. "The Grace and Benevolence of the God of Light shall reach you in you time of need. We can grant you your own room and clothes that will help cover your identity. We only ask that you share your own Benevolence during your time her, and surrender yourself to the act of charity."
I do not know who spoke but he sounds old. It's probably a priest. I mean that's what you find at churches. Gods and Gods workers. I mean it's really not a cult if the god is real.
I though that all religions in my past life were just cults. Here God will forgive you if you pay. God will condemn you if your gay. You will burn in a pit of fire cause our God is all loving. Here we have so many Gods no one really knows how many.
Here I'll tell you the rules but only the ones that are convenient to me.
Here we're have the rage of the God is we misrepresent or use the religion to our own benefit. So either get it right or get out.
I like this God though. He is very active in his own religion. He even has the Guard of light. A Guard of knights who are given small amounts of this Gods Light to vanquish evil doers.
Several years back they got rid of evil magicians doing experiments on people in the slums of my city. It was back when I lived there. Though I was never directly involved I never forgot.
"Of course. Me and my Grandson will work hard. Although we do not intend to stay long." This time my Grandma spoke.
At this point we arrived at circular staircase descending down. As my Grandma didn't hesitate neither did I.
I don't know how far we descended but the light is definitely artificial. We turned right off the staircase and walked down a hallway.
I heard a door opening. "This will be your room. Clothes and a guide will be sent after the noon prayer. There will be no work for the two of you until tomorrow. So please take this time to rest."
I followed my Grandma into a room and the door close again. We removed our hoods, finally alone. "Good job Chi Chi. We shall be safe now." She gave me a big hug. Her being more relieved than me.
The room was small. Not much in here. A dresser, bunk bed, small desk and chair. Besides that a small shelf above the desk with religious texts.
Small but clean an efficient. However, no separate bathroom. "So I guess public bath house."
I cringed at the thought. My Grandma rolled her eyes at me. "Oh get over it. It's not as bad as you think."
She can only say that cause she is a woman. Woman that are messy in bathrooms are few and far between. Men are the opposite.
Most of the times when woman are messy it's cause they got so much shit. Men have no excuse. We are just disgusting. Public bath houses are just the worse.
I'm one of the clean ones. So sorry but it's much worse than you think.
Though I just nod. "I get the top bunk. I'll unpack after the tour."
I set the bags on the floor in a corner. I take off my shoes and cloak. Than climb up to the top bunk.
My Grandma add her suitcase to the pile before going to her bottom bunk. I stare at the wood ceiling. I just lay there waiting in silence.
After awhile someone nocks on the door. Grandma answers it. It's our guide giving us our clothes.
We both change facing opposite of each other. People seeking refuge were the traditional ropes of a low level priests. But with blue stars and a cloth mask.
The robes and mask cover the entire body. While maintaining breathability. The mask is surprisingly see through. Though I know no one will tell it's me.
Me and my Grandma pull up our hoods, and leave our room.