"Contribute? But…"
"We barely have anything, Priest Khali."
"How can we—"
As the crowd voiced out their opinions one by one, Khali interrupted them with a kind smile, "My brothers and sisters, your offering, whether they be copper coins, bread crumbs, or even scraps and metals, will be used to build a sanctuary."
Hearing his words, some of the people couldn't help but get teary-eyed.
Khali continued with the same gentle tone, "Our sanctuary will be a beacon of hope and protection in this chaotic city."
He paused for a moment and noticed that he had gripped everyone's attention. Then, he added, "By giving whatever you can, you not only secure your place in the grace of the Red God but also ensure the safety and prosperity of your loved ones.
