The oppressive atmosphere in the city hall didn't last long.
When Velin calmly accepted the decree and politely asked when the church's artisans would arrive, the gentle smile on Priest Fabian's face froze for an instant.
He had anticipated Velin's anger, indignation, and even a vehement public protest.
But he had not expected this calmness.
"The church's artisans will arrive with the Lord's gospel." Fabian bowed slightly, his posture impeccable.
"Very good."
Velin nodded, then handed the Scroll to Tristan, who was standing behind him, for safekeeping.
He turned to the crowd in the hall, their expressions a mix of emotions, and his voice carried clearly to every corner.
"The decree has been read. The glory belongs to every builder of the Grey Marsh Territory!"
"Tonight, there will be a celebration in the city hall square! Everyone can use their merit points to redeem double the food and ale!"
After a moment of silence, a cheer erupted, even more thunderous than before.
