Just moments ago, Ficklin was like a lion with its mane bristling, but in the blink of an eye, he transformed back into a silly dragon, making Maggie unable to resist curling the corners of her lips into a smile.
Thank you.
Upon hearing Maggie's thanks, Ficklin frowned, seemingly dissatisfied.
"You've saved me twice already, and I helped you get rid of some trouble, and you're thanking me? Aren't we still friends?!"
Maggie paused for a moment, then her smile widened.
"Okay, then I won't say thank you next time."
Ficklin then patted Maggie on the shoulder with satisfaction, giving her a look that said, "I'll take care of things from now on."
"That's more like it. I'm a loyal friend. If I said I'd protect you, I definitely would."
He was still basking in the joy of becoming sworn brothers, unaware that his two heavy blows had almost caused Maggie internal injuries.
After all, he was a dragon, whose strength and physical abilities far surpassed those of humans. He did not realize that the strength he habitually used was not suitable for a frail girl like Maggie.
After only a couple of moments, Maggie felt as if her internal organs had been shaken up by an earthquake, and she started to ache.
Although Ficklin had been away from the dragon realm for a long time, his lifestyle remained almost like that of a beast. He did not interact with humans often and did not know how to restrain his strength.
Maggie forced a smile, suppressing her urge to punch Ficklin twice and let him experience the pain of internal injury.
"I have a sincere suggestion."
She spoke to Ficklin with a serious look in her eyes.
"It's no big deal, just tell me!"
Ficklin waved his hand, acting as if he didn't care at all.
"I suggest you don't take pictures of other people casually in the future, as it might be seen as a provocation."
Maggie said from the bottom of her heart.
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Fickling's mind was a bit slow, and he clearly didn't understand what Maggie was trying to say.
"...It's just that you're too strong, you almost beat me to death."
If Maggie's inner expression were visualized, it would be sweating like soybeans, but to maintain her image, she still wore an awkward yet polite smile.
"Oh, oh, I'm so sorry."
Ficklin's expression froze, and he awkwardly withdrew his hand and scratched the back of his head.
"Okay, just remember not to do that next time."
Maggie calmly agreed.
When dealing with a simpleton, beating around the bush is pointless; just say what's on your mind directly, and the results will be surprisingly good, like right now.
...
On the first day of each month, as the Holy Maiden of Light, she is required to go to the prayer room to pray. The content of her prayers is roughly to report to the Lord on what she has been doing recently, how many good deeds she has accomplished, and how many believers she has helped to resolve their worries.
There was also information about the current state of the Confessions Temple and other matters.
The Temple of Light is theoretically a lawful good faction, so it has many more charitable businesses under its name compared to other factions.
This includes numerous orphanages, monasteries, and relief homes, which not only provide accommodation, medical care, and food, but also offer basic education regularly by nuns and priests each month if one wishes to study.
In theory, given Maggie's status and position, she doesn't need to go directly to such places to 'bless' the gods with their blessings.
But after Maggie got a list of several nearby orphanages, she decided to visit them whenever she had time.
The temple only provides the most basic living necessities, and the children in the orphanage cannot avoid hunger and disease, which are their constant companions most of the time.
Maggie knelt devoutly before the statue in the prayer room, her hands clasped together in front of her chest, her eyes closed, appearing sacred and inviolable.
Little did she know that her mind was filled with wild imaginations, and she hadn't actually reported anything to the idol at all.
Even the gods aren't on their divine thrones, so why should she talk to thin air?
Rather, if you really want to tell the God of Light, you could go directly to Harun and whisper it to him – that would be a good option.
Praying here, where no one can hear you, is purely a psychological comfort.
Suddenly, Maggie felt that her surroundings had changed. The air around her nose was no longer fresh and pure, but instead carried a faint smell of darkness and death.
Maggie's heart tightened suddenly, and disregarding the rules, she opened her eyes immediately.
Her first thought was that her enemies had come knocking!
Although theoretically no one would dare attack her in the temple, she wouldn't risk her life.
But when she opened her eyes, she found herself in a gray, misty world, with sandstorms swirling around her, making it impossible to see anything in the distance.
Just moments ago, she was in the prayer room of the temple.
An ominous premonition arose in Maggie's heart. She cautiously and slowly stood up, tentatively taking two steps forward. The sand was deeper than Maggie had imagined, and her feet were buried halfway down.
"..."
For some reason, Maggie’s intuition told her that she had returned to the dream in which she had met the God of Light. Even though the circumstances and time were different, she was very certain of it.
However, these memories cannot be recalled after leaving the dream; they can only remain in the dream.
Maggie wasn't going to wait in place. Instead, she slowly and laboriously moved outwards from the near-desert ground, trying to find something useful.
Last time she met the god of light, Nophiel; this time she might encounter a different god.
All I could see was sand; the sky was completely obscured by sand, and I couldn't see the sun or the moon. I could only roughly tell that it was daytime.
Suddenly, an area that looked like an oasis appeared in her eyes, with a large lake in the middle that would attract any traveler who had been walking in the desert for a long time, except for Maggie, of course.
Maggie is here, seemingly a physical being, but she doesn't actually consume any energy, nor does she feel thirsty or hungry.
She's like a frozen NPC in a game; she can't be selected and won't change, she just exists objectively.
"That's really strange."
Maggie muttered to herself as she walked forward, until she reached the lakeside, where she could vaguely see what appeared to be a thick snake tail submerged at the bottom.
Looking up from the snake's tail, its body was covered in glossy black scales that grew thicker as it went higher, making it impossible to find the snake's head; it was simply too enormous.
It lay motionless in the water, as if it had lost all signs of life. Her intuition told her that this might be the God of Darkness.
She wasn't usually one to meddle in other people's business, but at that moment, Perkin's face involuntarily appeared in Maggie's mind, and she paused in her tracks.
Forget it, I'd better go check what's going on.
Besides, this happens in a dream, and you might get a lot of useful information. It would be a real shame to miss it.
Once she made up her mind, there was no time to hesitate. Maggie acted immediately, following the snake's body to find its head.
The deeper Maggie went into the oasis, the longer the snakes she saw became, and the more astonished she became.
The current Dark God is probably at his peak. With his enormous body, if Maggie hadn't known he would become a god, she would definitely have thought of him as a terrifying monster.
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