The next day.
At nine in the morning.
The wooden door of the Generous Church had already been opened wide.
Today is Monday, and it is also the worship day of the God of Covenant. The residents of Cold Leaf City flocked to the church with devout smiles, walking in from the outer court in an orderly manner.
Men and women, young and old, eagerly anticipated today's mass, hoping to hear the new Priest convey the gospel of the God of Covenant to them, thus shielding them from injustice and betrayal.
A black-clad Missionary stood at the entrance of the outer courtyard, nodding and smiling as each believer entered, handing them a newly printed flyer.
"Good day, Miss Jenning, this is a new service provided by the Generous Church for all residents. Please share this gospel with your family and friends in need..."
"Good day, Mr. Harir, please be sure to take a look."
"Good day, Mrs. Tatum..."
