"In front of the statue of our Mother Goddess, I swear that gnomes and humans can coexist peacefully, without harming each other!"
"Wait, this is your Mother Goddess?"
Following the gnome tribe into an underground palace, Owen stared at the statue being worshipped. It felt oddly familiar, like he had seen it somewhere before...
Frowning, Owen pondered for a moment before suddenly recalling something. He took out a scroll from his storage ring and asked with doubt, "So, is this scroll yours, the gnomes'?"
The man leading the group of gnomes widened his eyes instantly upon seeing the scroll in Owen's hand.
He rushed forward but dared not snatch it away.
After carefully examining it, he unexpectedly knelt on one knee before Owen and respectfully said, "Master Owen, please forgive my previous rudeness!"
Seeing such an intense reaction from the gnomes, Owen felt a bit confused about the situation.
