The burning during the process of receiving the legacy consumed much of his stamina, yet this pace perfectly synchronized with the Snow Rabbit People.
Receiving the legacy made the Yak People very happy, but their hearts were full of confusion.
He scratched his head, his rough fingers brushing over the black lines on his arm.
"Is this... is this really the divine inheritance?"
He muttered to himself, "But why did the Lord say he is not a messenger of God?"
The Snow Rabbit People, who were responsible for translation, paused, turning to look at the manor behind them.
He had lived in Frost Leaf Town for quite some time and had heard many rumors.
The Snow Rabbit People thought for a moment and then asked Bain in a lowered voice, "What do you think a god should be like?"
This question made Bain pause for a moment.
He scratched his head, "I... I don't know either."
"Alright then."
