A gust of wind blew across the square in front of the temple, lifting the black robe off Muria and revealing the magnificent armor concealed underneath.
"Hiss!" A collective gasp echoed in front of the square. The reason was none other than the blinding armor hidden under Muria's black robe.
The exquisite design that could be deemed perfect, along with the heavy spirit light covering it, all proclaimed that it was a highly precious and immensely powerful extraordinary armor.
"Your gold!" Seeing the dazed boy before him, Muria once again extended his hand and reminded him verbally.
Seeing the warm smile on Muria's face, the boy Solon's emotions collapsed at that moment. Large tears fell from his eyes, releasing all the earlier repression at once.
He and his sister were orphans without a father and mother to look after them. If they died, no one would even collect their bodies. Just like ground mice, they hid in slums, surviving on leftover food scraps, gradually growing older.
