The old priest who had personally witnessed my grandfather's death over a decade ago had long since passed away.
His son also looked to be in his forties or fifties now—as a priest who mastered the Fire Rite Skill, such an aged appearance indicated that his real age was certainly not on the low side. Perhaps he had been in Eagle Cape Village for quite some time.
Yet, Mr. Priest was unable to provide Aiwass with much useful information.
Because he hadn't been in his father's position for very long, many things were still out of reach for him. It was possible that he knew even less than Aiwass did now.
The only piece of information he could give was probably about the village's burial traditions.
"Our village doesn't have a graveyard."
As the priest distributed pastries to Aiwass and Lily, he softly replied, "All the remains are thrown into the swamp, no unified worship thereafter.
