Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Horror Game Designer
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
I, The Dragon Overlord
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3843: Medicinal Gardens in the Skyscraping World
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 354: The Correct Day
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 275: Mistake
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1228- Foreign Race
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Gentle Snow After Story 1
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1227- Died in battle
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 341 - Turns Out The Wind God Prefers Simplicity
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 38.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 643.1: The Temple Master Isn't Invincible, the Great Sword Immortal Has Already Entered the City - Part 1
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 274: Show Starts
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 353: What is Gao Ming's Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1226- Deal if you agree
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1225- Urge to bite him
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 340 - All Monsters Cleared; Dungeon Upgraded
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 37.2
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 642.2: A Sword Is More Than Just a Sword, a Scholar Is Also a Person - Part 2
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 352: July 14
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 273: Prop
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
…
We are unable to load the verification.
Please unblock any scripts or login to continue reading.