136. Tree Has Seen Some Bull****

Sylvester left the Pope's Palace and headed to the Bright Mother's housing on his horse. He needed to plan things out for the coming years and find a way to get stronger fast. 

"Chonky, you're supposed to be a thousand years old. Don't you have some secret technique worth learning? Some funny drunken master, monkey art, or swan dance martial art or something?" He jokingly asked the cat, who enjoyed the wind while sitting on the horse's head. 

Chonky looked back at him and nodded. "I do…. Eat banana, and you will get strong." 

"Of course, lord Chonky, what else could I even expect from your wisdom," Sylvester muttered and rode in silence. That was until he was stopped by another man on a horse, wearing clothes not akin to a clergy. Instead, the white-haired, tanned skin and bearded old man was wearing a noble's attire, a super wealthy noble, above all. 

"Respected clergyman, can you point me to Saint Wazir's house?" The old man asked.