Mystery: Becoming a Creator Through the Doorway

In conclusion, the bishop's words at this moment were improper, and could even be described as somewhat impolite.

But in this urgent situation, he couldn't afford to worry about that.

"it's me."

An Ruowang glanced at the bishop, and her intuition had already given her the answer.

The bishop was dressed in a double-breasted black clergy robe. He looked to be just over forty years old, with short black hair, deep blue eyes, and a thin face. His features weren't particularly handsome, but he had a strangely pleasing appearance and an aura that made it easy for people to entrust him with their trust.

When Bishop Elektra saw that Anruwang had acknowledged his identity, a warm smile immediately appeared on his face.

He did not immediately answer An Ruowang's question, but instead raised his right hand and tapped four times clockwise in front of his chest, drawing the shape of a crimson moon:

"May the goddess protect you, Mr. Aleister."

He lowered his hand and gestured for someone to enter through the side path:

"If you don't mind, please come with me. Archbishop St. Anthony would like to see you."

As he spoke, he looked around apologetically, nodded to the believers who were still paying attention to the area, and then smiled at the believer behind An Ruowang who was preparing to donate.

The believer quickly waved his hand to indicate that he understood and did not mind.

Bishop Elektra beckoned, and another young priest quickly came over and took his place.

He then turned to An Ruowang, made a guiding gesture, and walked towards the corridor on the side of the prayer hall:

"plz follow me."

"Please wait a moment."

An Ruowang raised an eyebrow, turned around, and gave an order to her personal male servant who was waiting not far away:

"Wait for me by the carriage."

The servant paused slightly, his gaze quickly sweeping over the bishop before returning to his own.

He didn't ask any further questions, but simply bowed respectfully.

"Yes, sir."

As for why An Ruowang was accompanied by a male servant instead of a female servant?

While the term "male servant" is used, a more accurate translation would be "personal assistant."

In Loen, it was considered extremely undignified for women to provide personal services to male nobles in formal settings.

The daily life of aristocratic men, especially highly private matters such as changing clothes, tidying clothes, and grooming, was considered to be handled by servants of the same sex in order to maintain the dignity of the master and the purity of social etiquette.

Allowing maids to enter the master's private bedroom to provide such services would cross the strict bottom line of gender boundaries and "decency" in Ruen society.

Moreover, the work of personal attendants went far beyond serving tea and water; it also included carrying sedan chairs, guarding, delivering confidential documents, and handling heavy physical labor.

Men have a physical advantage and are better able to perform tasks that require strength and endurance, which is partly why eunuchs were created.

Furthermore, at aristocratic banquets, male servants were required to serve food and pour wine; female servants were absolutely forbidden from being near the table, let alone sitting on it.

Even in the most primal sense, it is far more effective for a man to demonstrate his power and status by subduing another equally aggressive man and making him serve him than by conquering a woman.

This concept that "women should not perform service work in front of men" is part of the entire servant culture of Ruen.

Let alone the issue of personal maids, in present-day Ruen, women don't even have the right to vote or be elected, and it's also very difficult for them to be regarded as the legitimate heirs of noble families and become the head of the family.

Although An Ruowang found the female personal maids more pleasing to the eye, he also acknowledged the rationality and necessity of the existence of male personal maids.

He turned around and met the friendly gaze of Bishop Elektra:

"Let's go."

Bishop Elektra nodded and continued leading the way.

After leaving the prayer hall, the kindness in his eyes as he looked at An Ruowang became even more direct and undisguised:

"My name is Elektra. It is an honor to meet you, Your Excellency."

An Ruowang also returned the courtesy:

"No need for that, just call me by my name. I'm no different from other devotees of the goddess. In fact, before I learned of your visit yesterday, I wasn't even sure of my own status as a follower."

Bishop Elektra was slightly taken aback, somewhat surprised.

But soon, that slight surprise turned into a friendly smile.

"I see."

He slowed his pace, turned sideways to walk alongside An Ruowang, and spoke with undisguised intimacy:

"That means the goddess's favor has a deeper meaning. Please don't underestimate yourself. You must have something special about you that makes the goddess notice you."

He paused, then continued:

"If you encounter any problems in Backlund, you can come to St. Samuel's Church. You can make yourself at home here and don't need to be polite to us."

An Ruowang nodded:

"I won't stand on ceremony."

There's a saying that goes something like this.

Once you've thought about how to give back, you'll have a better idea of ​​how much you'll get in return from others.

Similarly, some people with low self-esteem feel uncomfortable when faced with the kindness of others because they know they cannot repay it.

Seeing Aleister's attitude, Bishop Elektra's smile deepened.

He continued to lead the way, his pace neither hurried nor slow, as if he were taking a walk with an old friend. He also took the initiative to start a conversation, chatting and asking about An Ruowang's recent life in Backlund.

An Ruowang naturally didn't resist, and chatted casually, asking the local bishop some questions about Backlund, so the host and guest had a pleasant time.

After walking for about a few minutes, Bishop Elektra stopped in front of a dark door.

He turned around and nodded slightly to An Ruowang:

"Mr. Aleister, please wait a moment."

He knocked on the door.

A deep voice came from inside the door:

"Come in."

Bishop Elektra pushed open the door and entered the room.

An Ruowang waited a short while, and then Bishop Elektra, who had finished his report, came out.

He opened the door and stepped aside to make way for An Ruowang.

"please."

As soon as An Ruowang entered, his gaze bypassed all other decorations and landed on an old man with a clean-shaven face and deep-set eyes.

He was extremely clean-looking, and even in his black and red archbishop's robes, he did not give off a gloomy feeling.

"It is an honor to meet you, Your Excellency."

Saint Anthony rose and bowed in prayer to An Ruowang:

"I am Anthony Stevenson, the Archbishop and Head of the Church of the Night in the Diocese of Backlund, the 'Bishop of Fear' of Sequence 3. If this has made you uncomfortable, please forgive me; it was not intentional."

The power of the "Bishop of Fear," the "Aura of Fear," is a sub-manifestation of the authority of fear.

Anyone who looks directly at the "Bishop of Fear," or is actively influenced by him, will involuntarily tremble in body and mind, unable to control or conceal it, greatly affecting their own state.

Some less powerful extraordinary individuals might even be scared to death, or driven to a loss of control and madness.

Therefore, it is best for a newly promoted "Fear Bishop" to avoid appearing in front of low- to mid-level extraordinary individuals or ordinary people when they are unable to conceal their terrifying aura.

Even though Saint Anthony was very skilled at this ability, anyone who faced him would still tremble from the bottom of their heart, as if their spirit was dominated by fear, or as if they were facing an unknown being watching them from the depths of darkness.

An Ruowang shook his head:

"It's okay, I didn't feel uncomfortable at all."