"And their guild leader Robert, he’s not an ordinary person. He was a famous rich player before. We casual players are just not in the same league." The warrior player continued.
Another mage player sighed, spinning an empty glass in his hand: "Then what do we do? We can’t get in touch with Star Embers, and we can’t enter the Light Sect either, so do we just wait around?"
"Let’s wait. After all, these NPCs aren’t going anywhere. Maybe some major event will happen soon, and we’ll have our chance." The rogue player pulled down his hood and stood up. "Alright, let’s disperse for now. See you on the forums if there’s any news."
The three of them got up and left one by one.
A player with glasses in the corner of the tavern did not participate in their discussion at all, simply looking down at his notes, occasionally glancing through the window at the three-story stone building under construction.
He closed his notebook, adjusted his glasses, and a faint smile played upon his lips.
...
Half a month later.
Duke stood on the city wall, gazing at the three-story stone building under construction in the distance.
The headquarters of the Star Embers Guild had already taken shape, with most of the first-floor hall and the second floor completed, leaving only the third-floor surface and the top to be finished.
Workers unloaded stones and wood from carts, continuously transporting these building materials to the construction site.
The productivity in the Extraordinary World is truly remarkable, easily handling the massive stones and timbers, with construction speed far exceeding expectations.
Even players from Star Embers were roped in for labor; it’s the perfect time for manpower, and naturally, such resources cannot be wasted, especially since a lot of investment has been made.
The Divine Hall of Light was already completely finished, building on the unfinished structure left by the Four Gods Sect, speeding up the process considerably.
Additionally, with unprecedented enthusiasm from the Light Sect members, construction progressed swiftly.
The four divine halls originally belonging to the Wind, Water, Fire, and Earth sects gradually lost the marks of the four deities, chiseled away by the craftsmen.
The feather patterns carved on the stone columns were smoothed out and replaced with sun patterns.
The four-colored gemstones inlaid in the dome were removed and replaced with milky white crystal stones, emitting a gentle glow under the sunlight.
The niches that once housed sculptures of the four deities were transformed into the divine position of the God of Light, with a divine statue of Light carved from white stone standing prominently at the center of the main hall, hands crossed over the chest, the expression compassionate yet solemn, the flowing lines of its robes seeming to gently drift in a light breeze.
Dali stood at the entrance of the divine hall, dressed in a formal white robe adorned with intricate golden patterns, the collar and cuffs lined with silver threads, and the light golden gemstone at the center of her crown shining softly under the sunlight.
Her golden hair gently swayed in the morning breeze, a few strands brushing against her cheek, which she lightly tucked behind her ear with a gentle gesture.
Dali’s gaze fell on the distant city wall, where a white figure was slowly descending along the steps.
When Duke arrived in front of the divine hall, he stopped and looked up at the remodeled building.
The stone steps in front of the entrance had been widened twofold, with two stone pillars standing on either side, each topped with an unquenchable sacred fire, the flames being white and gently flickering in the wind.
Dali slightly bowed: "Lord Duke, the divine hall has been fully renovated, please have a look."
Duke nodded, stepping into the divine hall.
The main hall was grand, with a high dome supported by four robust stone columns.
The dome was painted with a fresco of the advent of the God of Light to the world, its colors vibrant, the characters lifelike, with sunlight streaming in through the skylight, casting over the mural and making it seem as if the figures were coming to life.
The floor was paved with milky white stone tiles, each polished smooth as a mirror, reflecting the image of anyone who walked upon them.
The tiles were intricately inscribed, not with patterns, but with some ancient runes, glowing faintly in the dim light.
Tall arched windows lined the walls, adorned with stained glass depicting saints and angels of the Light Sect.
Sunlight poured through the stained glass, casting a kaleidoscope of color onto the milky white stones.
The end of the main hall featured the central altar, carved from a single piece of white stone, semi-circular in shape, with its edge engraved with golden sun patterns. In the center of the altar stood a divine statue of the God of Light, its hands crossed over the chest, holding a milky white crystal stone, within which tiny points of light flowed, resembling a miniature galaxy.
On either side of the altar sat stone platforms, each with an incense burner atop, from which a faint white smoke rose, drifting in the air with a subtle fragrance.
Dali stood by Duke’s side, giving a soft introduction.
"The main hall can accommodate five hundred people for simultaneous prayer, and the luminous crystal stone on the altar was sent here by Bishop Ambrose from the central altar. It is said to be a sacred artifact left by the third-generation bishop, containing abundant light energy." She paused and added, "The corridors on either side lead to two auxiliary halls, with the west auxiliary hall being used for the offices and accommodations of the clergy, and the east auxiliary hall serving as a medical center and apothecary. Your area is on the top floor of the east auxiliary hall, with a private passage to ensure no disturbances."
Duke nodded, following Dali towards the east auxiliary hall.
The ground floor of the east auxiliary hall housed the medical center, where several physicians dressed in white robes were organizing the medicine cabinets. Seeing Duke and Dali, they all stood up and bowed.
Dali nodded slightly to acknowledge them, leading Duke further upstairs.
The second floor was the apothecary, filled with the scent of herbs, where several apprentices were busy grinding medicinal powders. Upon seeing Duke, they hastily set down their tools and stood against the wall, heads lowered.
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