In the eyes of the children, Priest Fiotto was as before, silently watching the last one of them finish their meal.
Then, the old priest stood up, as always saying: "Dismissed, clean up the bowls, and then go rest."
"Kebo, Harry, wait for me at the door."
As the children responded in unison, the old man got up and walked to his own room.
There, he took out a map and marked all the important information he knew in detail.
"These are the things," the priest put down the pen tiredly, "Recently, several tribes' armed forces have been completely depleted in battles, the Jiamu Sect has absorbed all their population and land, and started to construct many strange buildings—I suspect they are Alchemy Workshops, but I do not know exactly what kind of Alchemy Workshops they are. Many people have been summoned for hard labor, of course, all from other tribes."
