Thirty minutes later, at the Trinka Village church.
"I never thought that I'd rely on mysticism on the battlefield," said Wang Zhong, as he watched the "folklore researchers" set up the site for the ritual, speaking to Popov.
Popov looked surprised, "You hadn't thought of it?"
Before Wang Zhong could answer, Popov found the answer himself, "That's right, you're not a devout believer. I've followed you for ten months now, and you've never prayed even once."
Wang Zhong was astonished. As a Ceris person, he had never been in the habit of praying. He would just occasionally pass by temples, it didn't matter whether they belonged to God or Mazu, and he would go in and worship.
When worshiping, there wasn't even the mention of praying, let alone any connection to devoutness.
It was just, when you see a temple, you've come all this way, why not light some incense, right?
