An old priest in a church robe, surrounded by church knights, walked slowly to Field, casually dipped some holy water in the golden cup, and sprinkled it on Field: "Lost lamb, holy light bless you."
"Thank you very much." Field nodded with a smile, guessing the purpose of their visit, "Hello, what can I do for you?"
"The pagans are wantonly ravaging the pure land of the Holy Goddess of Light. The church needs to form a divine punishment army to defend the people and freedom. We need your strength. Please provide gold coins, food, soldiers or God's chosen ones to join the war against the pagans."
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