Chapter 11

Shoulders slouch, all Clifford can do was follow the two lively youths, as they went their merry way into the cathedral.

Yet his eyes remained keen on the structures surrounding them.

Within the entire town, the place stood out loud, being the only one having walls of stone.

It also had an extensive garden, filled with flowering plants, vegetables, and a vineyard.

What truly caught his sights were the murals and statues adoring it.

It was the image of a woman with a large ring behind her, arms stretched out as if enticing someone to be in her embrace.

It wouldn’t have been a cause for concern if he had not seen the sculptures and paintings.

As the picture on it reminded him of the sphere, he saw in the void. And from the looks of it, the figure could be the deity of that kingdom.

“What class do you think sir Clifford belongs to?”

Arty couldn’t help his enthusiasm and excitement. Just imagining about it was making his insides giddy. Also, there was this sense of ease within him, knowin