"Hurry! The Priest is giving out eggs again! They'll all be gone if you're late!"
"What? He's starting again today? Wasn't it supposed to be on the fifteenth of every month?"
"You haven't heard, have you? They say Lord He'an's Divine Grace has grown in Power, so the old hens the Priest keeps in his backyard have probably started laying. I heard they're laying three eggs a day now."
"What? Three eggs? I thought I heard they could lay ten eggs a day."
In the shantytown-like slums, many people were heading south in small groups.
The faces of many who were nothing but skin and bones were lit up with excitement.
"Ten eggs? Isn't that a bit of an exaggeration? How does the Priest even feed so many chickens?"
"Hmph, that just shows what you know. Lord He'an is the great Dragon God's mortal vessel. With the Dragon God's protection, I bet those old hens could get fat and plump even without eating."
"Huh? They can get fat without eating? Is that even possible?"
