Heine's words left Hemat silent for a long time.
After a while, the Soul Priest spoke,
"Sir, is there any way to make him gather his courage?"
Sigh, that's the right question to ask.
"There is a way. You say the outside world is dirty, but what if it isn't? If it's really as he imagines—beautiful, comfortable, clean—then he will naturally break out of his shell.
"So, are you willing to connect your 'Holy Land' to Makala?"
Heine counter-asked.
At this point, Hemat had no choice but to nod in agreement.
"But sir..." he said with a puzzled tone: "I've heard so much from your Nether Spirits, yet I still don't understand why you're so insistent on incorporating this place into the prosperous Makala... Even the most foolish Zanluo people know to plunder lands lush with water and grass, but neither our tribe nor the Holy Land are anything but barren..."
"You don't need to worry about that, that's Makala's development plan."
Heine patted Hemat on the shoulder.
