Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Loser System and Berserker Me
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Nightmare Assault
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 922- female face
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 104: Limit
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 921- Professor He who isn't human
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 988 - Flame God Set
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 841: Giving Up
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 233 - Step Back, Or You'll Get Caught In The Crossfire
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Book 08 Chapter 112: The Purpose of the United Rule Meet
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 47: Can You Share Some Of The Good Stuff?
My Iyashikei Game
Chapter 975: Special Nightmares
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 490.2: The Two Brilliant Women - Part 2
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 136: Destroying the Soldiers in Ambush
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 920- Job
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 919.5- Taste (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 829.5- For victory (2)
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 103: Key
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 987 - Astonishing Wealth
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 840: Discovered
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 232 - Level 58 World Rank Boss; Earth Evil Centipede!
All in all, it was a difficult night for Roel.
The New Year’s Prayers was a sacred event for Sia’s believers. The event started before midnight, but every single recitation of the holy scripture and prayers lasted for around two hours—and it was repeated three times. It was only when dawn arrived that the event finally concluded.
As the guest of the Holy Eminence, it went without saying that Roel was accorded special privileges. He was given a spot in the VIP section, where the esteemed guests coming from all over the continent were gathered.
If anyone thought that being placed in the VIP section was a blessing, they couldn’t be more wrong. There were no snacks to munch and no sofa to lounge on here. In reality, it was just a fancy way of referring to the positions closest to Grandpa John.
Yes, there was no seating at all; it was just an area with dozens of large pavers placed right in front of the stage where the Holy Eminence was speaking from. Granted every single VIP guest was given their own personal floor tile to pray from—at least it was more spacious than the packed-like-sardines crowd behind—however, Roel still had to stand alongside these devout believers throughout the entire course of the event till daylight.
What kind of horrendous torture is this?!
The hardly-a-believer Roel felt extremely distressed about this situation.
In the first place, he had hardly any interest in this event at all! But as the guest of the Holy Eminence, he couldn’t afford to take his leave halfway through the event. That would be a blatant show of disrespect toward Grandpa John!
As a result, Roel was doomed to a night of suffering. He stood all the way from midnight till daylight, only receiving two short breaks in the middle. It was only at the end of the third set of prayers that he was finally liberated.
Of course, there weren’t too many people like Roel who thought of this event as suffering. Most of the believers were still quite excited about New Year’s Day.
Furthermore, after the New Year’s Prayers, the royal family wou
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