"This is our honor. Besides this, what else does the great God of Mirrors need us to do?"
After hearing that his family's only task was to spread faith and doctrine, Dorian secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hmm, I remember that the family still preserves some sacred texts of that Creator from the Third Epoch. After leaving here and returning, changing them slightly should make them usable."
"Besides spreading faith and doctrine, there is nothing else for you to do for now. Wait until the next full moon night when I fulfill my promise to your family. Then you members of the Abraham family must fulfill our agreement—believe in my doctrine and follow Nimrod's leadership. He is my earthly agent, conveying my divine oracle. Since you were able to come here, it means you have already met him. Alright, you can go back now."
After finishing his business, Nimrod raised his finger and lightly tapped the edge of the throne, making Dorian Gray's spirit body leave the Mirror Palace.
"Really... a thrilling and wonderful day."
In the room, Dorian Gray, who had regained control of his body, shook his head and silently muttered to himself. Today's experience was truly too incredible for him.
He folded the charm together with the paper bearing the honorific name and put them back in his jacket pocket. Then he removed the spiritual wall that had isolated the entire room, picked up his top hat and gold-plated walking stick from the clothing rack, and left his office.
Woo!
The piercing whistle echoed in every corner of the platform. The huge, monster-like steam train engine slowly decelerated and entered the station.
As the steam train came to a stop, car doors opened one after another. Nimrod, dressed in proper formal wear with combed black curly hair, handsome features, and wearing a monocle over his left eye, followed the crowd off the train. He stepped steadily onto Tingen, the university city of the Loen Kingdom.
Three days had passed since his meeting with Dorian Gray. During this time, he had not returned to the Southern Continent to take over the affairs of the Primordial Moon sect, but had simply enjoyed eating, drinking, and having fun.
After staying in Pritz Harbor for one day, he had taken the steam train to Backlund, and then come to Tingen.
For him, life-and-death struggles and calculating strategies didn't exist at all. Having transmigrated and landed as an angel, shouldn't he personally experience the magical world of the Industrial Revolution Victorian era?
People live to eat, sleep, and play—where do all these troubles come from?
What the hell with scheming and fighting, true gods and outer gods! If they really pissed him off, he'd directly teleport to the basements of various churches, do a 360° Thomas spin sweep through all the sealed artifacts and characteristics, then pounce on the Djinn and bite Him down. The other outer gods and true gods shouldn't think of escaping either—devour them all! He'd fucking eat eat eat eat eat eat!
Although it was approaching July, belonging to midsummer, Tingen was located in the north of the Loen Kingdom with unique climatic characteristics. The highest temperature of the year was only less than 30 degrees Celsius.
Walking out of the steam train station, he planned to first find a place to stay, play for a few days, and wait until the matryoshka was born before contacting the people in the script.
Just stepping onto the street, he first spent two pence to buy a newspaper from a paperboy selling on the roadside. Then he turned the street corner and entered a coffee shop with a relatively simple style.
At a seat by the window, Nimrod put down the coffee in his hand, spread out the newspaper he had bought, and began to see if there was any noteworthy news.
As soon as he opened the newspaper, a headline news item caught his attention:
"The Alfalfa is missing for half a month after encountering the King of the Five Seas—regrettable"
"This should be the ship that the witch Tris was on."
After paying brief attention, Nimrod continued reading.
"According to well-known grain merchant Mr. Eliot, the Kingdom's House of Commons will redraft the Corn Laws"
"Mr. Lanevus's mining company located in the Hornacis Mountain Range seeks public investment"
"Shocking! Famous opera performer Via publicly declares she likes women"
"What is all this about?"
Putting down the newspaper, Nimrod felt completely bewildered. After finishing the latte in his hand, he rolled up the newspaper and walked out of the coffee shop.
On the street, mobile vendors selling vegetables, fruits, and cooked food loudly shouted, greeting the hurried passersby. Among them, some would stop to carefully compare and buy, while others would impatiently wave their hands and hurriedly leave.
Following the direction of the crowd flow, he aimlessly came to a relatively spacious square. In the center of this square, a towering marble statue stood straight, surrounded by flower beds and fountains.
"Heh, George III."
Looking at that dignified and upright face, Nimrod's tone was somewhat mocking.
Like on the street, there were many vendors in the square. Besides that, there were also many raggedly dressed, sallow-faced vagrants.
Some of them sat on the ground, lying there lifelessly, while others wandered aimlessly, occasionally picking up scraps from the ground and stuffing them into their mouths.
Their eyes were numb and dull, only showing a trace of longing for the future when looking at the passing pedestrians, as if seeing their former selves.
Sitting on a bench in the square, just about to feed the pigeons with the bread in his hand, Nimrod frowned when he saw a middle-aged man with a walking stick, hunched body, and pale face standing in front of him.
Before he could inquire, the middle-aged man gasped and pleaded:
"Kind gentleman, could you share some of your bread with me? Not too much—just one piece would be enough. I... I haven't eaten for two days."
The middle-aged man's voice was weak, and his body kept trembling, as if he would collapse to the ground and stop breathing the next second.
"Sure, take it."
Looking at the extremely weak vagrant in tattered clothes before him, Nimrod sighed and handed over the bag containing white bread.
"Kind gentleman, your benevolence makes me feel ashamed. May the deity you believe in always bless you."
Taking the paper bag full of white bread, the middle-aged vagrant's eyes filled with tears as he kept thanking Nimrod.
"Don't rush. After not eating for a long time, eating too hastily can easily cause choking. How about this—I remember seeing a restaurant by the roadside when I came to the square. Let's go there to solve our lunch needs, shall we? Well, it's my treat. You can order whatever you want."
"This... this won't do. You giving me this bag of bread is already tremendous help. How can I ask for more from you? Besides, I... I have no money, no way to repay you..."
Hearing Nimrod's invitation, the vagrant immediately showed an embarrassed expression and wanted to refuse.
"Hehe, don't worry about it. For me, money should be spent on meaningful things. I think helping someone in difficulty would be very meaningful."
Seeing the vagrant's somewhat conflicted expression, Nimrod smiled and said in a calm tone:
"As for repayment, hmm, I'd like to hear your story..."