"Ferreiro, those old bastards in the central parish are discussing again how to convert Malin to the Church of the Goddess of Harvest," old Hoffman said as he ate his dinner, addressing the Ferreiro before him.
The latter snorted, "Does a kid who makes over a hundred thousand a month care about that bit of money from growing vegetables? They don't think about who gave them the Divine Arts they enjoy now, a bunch of idiots, trying to compete with the God of Justice for people."
"You can't say that; after all, it was our church that discovered Malin, and his foster father is Gaiate," old Hoffman said with a sigh, "Has he been to your place recently?"
