Negris and Anthony exchanged a glance, then looked at Silver Coin, who nodded.
The few were accustomed to cooperation; a single look was enough to understand each other's intent. Anthony smiled and said, "I am indeed the reincarnation of the Omniscient. Are you still my priest?"
There was much significance in that sentence. The old priest seriously scrutinized Anthony. After a long moment, he bent over and put his hand on his chest, saying, "I am the priest of the Omniscient. As for who the Lord of Omniscience is, it doesn't matter. If you can provide food for ten million people, I am your priest."
"Very well." Anthony nodded in satisfaction. "I can supply food for ten million people, but how it is brought out is none of your concern. Can you cooperate?"
The old priest hesitantly looked toward Silver Coin.
