A Man Like None Other

Even though the path on the way up was steep and challenging to traverse, they soon conquered the mountain. The father-and-son duo was amazed by the spectacular sight when they reached the top.

A resplendent and majestic monastery occupied almost the entire area atop the mountain. They were so near the clouds that they could extend and touch them while the refreshing air helped to clear their mind.

“Dad, is this Kusch Monastery you talked about?” Sherman asked astonishingly, his eyes glued to the building.

I thought monasteries were small and run-down.

This is certainly not what I expect!

Pascal nodded. “Yeap. That’s Kusch Monastery standing before you, and my senior, Yosef, is the abbot here. Please call him Mr. Jenkins when you see him later.”

Pascal and Sherman arrived before Kusch Monastery as they chatted.

With thousands of disciples present, loud voices resonated across the halls of Kusch Monastery.

Sherman was noticeably surprised to realize that many of the disciples were average citizens.

to climb the steep hill even though we’re

to their faith. They dedicated their whole life to God, wanting him to protect them…” Pascal sighed, watching

our life. If they really thought these entities could help

Sherman, nothing was more dependable than having true, powerful strength. However, the moment Sherman

as his face twitched

Kusch Monastery. This action is intolerable!” A

plopped to

when he spotted Sherman’s peculiar reaction. He used internal

me. Pascal Schneider from Crafting Clan. I’m here for a quick visitation. Please forgive my

Sherman vanished, and he could breathe easier after Pascal

priest in his seventies or eighties strolled out

white, and patches adorned his robe. Yet, there was whistling

was none other than Yosef Jenkins of

forward, tears rolling down his face when he saw

forward quickly in response, greeting, “Mr.

swept his eyes over