บท 265: Chapter 253: The Lanci Clan is Taking Root in the Empire_1

In the towering sanctuary, believers sitting in the church listened quietly to the preacher's explanation.

The priest they revered as the Pioneer, illuminated by a radiant light and donned in a silver robe, was standing leisurely at the forefront of the sanctuary, unraveling mysteries before his fellow clergymen. His voice and every word seemed to be harmonious echoes echoing throughout the space, providing profound comfort.

During his lecture, he would occasionally raise his arm, driving the entire sanctuary to respond with uproarious acclaim. At times, he would gently place his finger on his lips, coaxing his followers to feel, rather than communicate verbally.

All throughout, his gaze was warm. Whenever he looked towards his disciples, he conveyed nothing but encouragement and support. Even those at the very back of the sanctuary could feel the compassion and concern imbued within his gaze.

The lecture ended in less than an hour.