"These little guys..."
Amberser didn't know how to describe it—it was something akin to loyalty, but far greater than loyalty. Amberser had only just met Bartle today, and he couldn't even distinguish which Mercury Avatar was which.
Yet he could feel that these little ones truly regarded him as their creator, willing to give everything for him.
No need for benefits, no reasons, not even a need for determination, for they had been prepared to dedicate everything to the creator since their birth.
When Amberser first created the Mercury Avatars, he had them worship him too, hoping to generate some gold with the Power of Faith. But he later found the efficiency too low—thousands of Mercury Avatars worshipping day and night produced less gold than he could earn from gambling at a tavern.
The initial Mercury Avatars had low intelligence, similar to naive children, so Amberser just felt like a parent duping their kid into taking medicine, exhausting effort for barely any results.
