'An obscure Goddess'?
Archbishop Klimte's words intrigued Lann.
For the two words in this phrase are almost antonyms. How can one be a 'Goddess' yet remain 'obscure'?
Lann stood silently behind Fodolink, adhering to the cautious principle of 'outsiders should meddle less', maintaining his silence.
And at this moment, he slightly raised his head to look at the enormous carriage driving past behind Archbishop Klimte.
Two black horses, breathing heavily through moist nostrils, pulled the carriage, following the procession.
It seemed that in this world, even animals like horses were very silent, without a single neigh or snort, just silently pulling the carriage.
Moreover, the carriage did not host a cabin, but a large European-style bed. The luxurious bed had a frame on all sides, and light as mist, black gauze hung down from the frame, billowing in the faint breeze, making the scene inside indistinct.
It was a tall feminine figure.
