After lingering for a moment, perhaps influenced by the memories of Robert Miller's past, all of this brought a sense of familiarity. This familiar feeling diluted the fear and strangeness. Robert Miller stood quietly for a while, finally revealing a bitter smile, and completely accepted the reality of having transmigrated.

Robert Miller slowly walked down the cobblestone-paved street. The familiar yet unfamiliar blacksmith shops, general stores, as well as the craftsmen’s shops and the mill, all deeply attracted the newly reborn Robert Miller.

In the distance was a huge wagon—that was the troupe’s traveling carriage.

Troupes were made up of pitiful people. They performed magic tricks, sang and danced, and played clowns to entertain the crowd and earn a meager living. In such troupes, the girls were all prostitutes. According to scattered memories and local gossip, Robert Miller understood that this was very common.

Not just troupes—even ordinary mercenary groups, the young female warriors among them, were all prostitutes. They had to earn a sum of money before their strength declined, or else life would become even harder in the future.

Robert Miller glanced at the sun. Judging by the time, it was still early before the official start of the Harvest Festival.

Unconsciously, he arrived in front of the Temple of the Goddess of Agriculture. Looking at the stone temple, with its mottled colors showing signs of age, the joy of rebirth welled up in him, mixed with a bit of melancholy.

He strolled into the temple. On the high platform stood a statue—this was the Goddess of Agriculture, Isidis.

On the walls were bas-reliefs of bulls, trees, and flowers. The statue of the goddess was entirely carved from white marble, about five meters tall. She wore a crown made of flowers and grass on her head and a green dress. Her face was beautiful, her feminine curves faintly visible, exuding great feminine charm. Only her eyes were especially vivid, filled with a compassionate gaze that looked down upon all beings.

In the past, Robert Miller habitually came here to pray. This was a town custom—basically, every child over twelve would come to pray with their parents.

Previously, Robert Miller would not have noticed the holy light usually hidden and invisible to the naked eye on the statue. But now, with the power of the Shennong Horn, in Robert Miller's eyes, it was a mass of green light, like a giant cocoon, enveloping the statue, flowing and shimmering, with firefly-like green lights occasionally fluttering around the temple.

Just as Robert Miller stood in front of the statue, lost in thought, a young girl slowly walked up to his side: “Robert Miller, why are you here? Usually, you’re having so much fun outside!”

Robert Miller was startled by the call. He turned to look at the girl.

The girl was about fifteen years old, just coming out of the temple, dressed in a priestess’s long robe with a high slit, revealing her slender, snow-white thighs, her delicate waist cinched with a green floral sash, and her gentle eyes clear as water.

“Miss Ellen Miller…” Robert Miller naturally called out her name. The rush of memories told him that this girl was the secret object of every man’s dreams in town.

She was the pride of the town, possessing a devout heart and keen perception, able to connect with the goddess’s power. Thus, she became an apprentice priestess at the town’s Temple of the Goddess of Agriculture—if nothing unexpected happened, she would likely be the next priestess of the temple.

“Robert Miller, why are you still so dirty? Come, wipe your face here so you can attend the Harvest Festival this afternoon.” Ellen Miller saw the dirt on his face and clothes from his fall, and as she spoke, she led him to the back of the temple, where there was a pool of clear water.

This was one of the temple’s blessings—a channel from an outer realm that Robert Miller could not yet comprehend, ensuring the temple always had fresh, delicious spring water.

Robert Miller took the towel and washed his face with the spring water. Soon, his face was clean. Looking at the freshly washed Robert Miller, Ellen Miller suddenly blushed for some reason.

The boy before her was still so familiar, nothing had changed. Although it was predictable that he would become a handsome man in the future, before, Ellen Miller had never felt anything. But now, a heroic spirit between his brows suddenly made this young boy shed much of his childishness and gain an indescribable charm.

“Thank you, Sister Ellen Miller. I pray to the goddess for your health,” Robert Miller said.

“Ah, thank you, Robert Miller. We need to get ready to leave. Come with us!” Ellen Miller said. Her gaze had already spotted Pastor Dennis. Pastor Dennis came over, and when he saw Robert Miller and Ellen Miller together, his expression darkened.

“Ellen Miller, let’s go,” he said.

“All right, just a moment. Come, Robert Miller, come with me!” Ellen Miller said.

A trace of malice pricked at him. Robert Miller frowned slightly. After becoming a druid, he was very sensitive to this, but there was nothing he could do, so he followed along.

As soon as they reached the square, a young man wearing a tall black top hat ran onto the stage: “Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for waiting. Next, the Carter Troupe will bring you a wonderful performance to accompany you through a joyful afternoon. Please give them a warm round of applause!”

A woman dressed in tight black leather, holding a whip, stepped out of the carriage.

A large parrot flew behind her, squawking, “Welcome, welcome!”