In the modest monastery hall of Scenic Monastery, simplicity prevailed with no extravagant adornments. A statue of a saint, towering at ten to fifteen feet tall, was placed right in the center.

Despite its unassuming appearance, the hall was lit by the warm glow of candles. The area surrounding the saint statue was impeccably clean.

In front of the saint, a slender middle- aged monk sat with closed eyes. He was adorned in the distinctive attire of his order. Holding a strand of rosary beads, he quietly recited passages from the scripture in silent devotion.

The yellow-robed monk approached, whispering, “Abbot Lumen, Mr. Rhys has arrived.”

Donovan ceased his activities, stood up slowly, and greeted Dustin. “Greetings, Mr. Rhys. It’s been a while.”

“Indeed, ten years have passed.” Dustin nodded. “Should I call you Abbot Lumen or Prince of Carsonne, Your Highness?”

titles behind. Just Lumen is fine,” Donovan

come today with some questions that I hope you can help me

related to events from ten years

in Aylka. You possessed information that could shed light on certain matters. I was hoping

cling to the

a mix of

happened, but seeking the truth isn’t

are better left unknown. Pursuing them might bring

for whatever consequences may arise,” Dustin asserted with

let go of the past. Ten years

but I can’t let go of this matter,” Dustin said, shaking his head. “And it seems even

why would he suddenly become a monk? Ultimately, it was

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