"Are you going to deliver firearms to the town guards?" Harbinger Song He was a little surprised when he heard Jiang Baimian's words.
His room was very spartan. It was about the same size as the one Shang Jianyao and the others had stayed in at the hotel camp. There was no additional furniture; there was only a bed, a few chairs, a set of cabinets, a bookshelf, and a table with pen and paper.
What reflected his clergyman characteristics the most was the Sacred Emblem of Eidolon Nun on the wall opposite the bed—a darkness behind a white ajar door that seemingly hid a faint female figure.
This arrangement made Long Yuehong's scalp tingle because he couldn't help but imagine the scene when he slept: The Kalendaria hid in the darkness while quietly watching him.