Lansendel sipped the wine floating before him with his sharp beak, chuckling as he asked Hill, "If my followers come here to build a Temple, can they stay at your place?"
Hill couldn't help but look back toward the East, saying somewhat speechlessly, "Do you plan to have your followers fly to work every day? Even by horse, the nearest wilderness is three hours away from here!"
Lansendel happily said, "I'm just offering them a comfortable living option, a grace from my position as the Main God. As for whether they want to enjoy such pleasure, well, I can't control that.
Besides, they can at least come here to rest during their time off!
Your town is more suitable for my followers than the city, devoid of some undesirable filth."
Hill fell silent. To build a Temple for the deity he worshipped, especially knowing that this deity was particularly attentive to the construction of Temples, how many would choose to rest?
