"If I make it in the end, I'll definitely promote my wise brother. Where there's a plate of meat for me, there will be a bowl of soup for you,"
An Su felt that the Brother of the Stairs had a knack for dealing with life, even planning how to arrange meals.
"Waste of time."
The Hierarchical Holy Daughter was aware of every action and word of the believers, and upon hearing the conversation between the two men under the stage, she found it absurdly amusing. Her crimson eyes flitted across the two, seeing right through them—a man called the Brother of the Stairs was brashly boasting without even sobering up from his drunkenness.
And the other youth seemed quite unremarkable as well.
His Rank was even lower, merely at the Third Order.
Yet, the comical performance of these two also counted as one of the few amusements in what was otherwise a boring ceremony.
The Hierarchical Holy Daughter leaned on her pale cheek, observing the performance with interest.
