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"Dungface?" 

When Sylvester exclaimed, the man turned around and recognised him in a heartbeat. Dungface didn't speak much, however, so he just walked to Sylvester and knelt as if he prayed to god. "Dungface thank big lord."

Sylvester knew that the man was mentally slow, so he didn't try to correct him. Instead, he forced him to stand up as he felt nothing but pure unadulterated worship from him. "Thank me? Why?" 

"Dungface dirty. Big lord give money for new clothes." 

'Ah! I remembered ordering the last Archpriest to get him new clothes. But this much gratitude? This is craziness.' Sylvester thought and tried to guess what Dungface was thinking. But soon gave up as it was impossible to read someone like him. 

"It's good to see you. I hope you're eating well and living well." He patted the man's shoulders. 

Dungface smiled ear to ear, appearing more innocent than a child. "Dungface work, eat, pray and sleep. Very happy."