Chapter 50: Gratitude

"I thought you died!" Alfred went up to Michael and hugged him, tears streaming down his face.

"Come on.. don't get my white robe dirty.." 

However, as he said that, he noticed the very bottom of his robe dyed in red, presumably from the previous trial.

'Gross..' Even with his experience, this continued exposure to gore left a bad taste in his mouth.

Alfred backed away and wiped his tears "What brings you to our humble city?"

'Ah.. here it is.'

"You see.. while I was perceived as dead.. I might have lost all my wealth..."

Alfred's expression remained the same, a smile still hanging on his face "Why didn't you say so in the first place, if you need a place to stay, this city will greet you with open arms."

He walked back to his desk and took a key out of the cupboard, it was the key to the church "Here, we did some renovations there, however, I can assure you, you won't be left disappointed."