"Mr. Alton, Mr. Lin Mo, you're here."
Feney greeted them first, then made an introduction. "This is Grandpa Fletcher, the Bishop of the Church in Silver Stream City."
'A Bishop?!'
Alton was startled. This was a very important person, someone whose standing was only slightly below that of City Lord Ravel and on par with the chairman of the Adventurer's Association.
"So, has something happened? …Could there be a problem with this tiger pelt?"
Lin Mo looked at the tiger pelt spread out on the mat.
Feney shook her head. "No, no…"
"The problem isn't the pelt itself… It's this wound here."
Bishop Fletcher pointed to the wound on the pelt's abdomen. "You weren't the ones who made this, were you?"
"We weren't."
Lin Mo nodded, also recalling the various strange things about the Crimson Flame Tiger. "The location where this adult Crimson Flame Tiger appeared was strange in itself."
"Priest Feney has already told me all of that."
