With a face full of reluctance, David Clark drove the black pig with a wooden stick. His mother, Mrs. Clark, was holding a long black-sheathed broadsword in her arms.

John Clark and Mrs. Clark walked side by side, whispering to each other from time to time.

Brian Carter followed behind the family of three, keeping a certain distance.

Most of the people they met along the way would greet John Clark and Mrs. Clark.

Livestock were one thing, but butchering demonic beasts required special skills.

The butcher woman Mrs. Clark's skills in skinning and deboning were extremely famous in the Iron Forest Tribe.

John Clark was responsible for teaching the children to read and count, which also gave him some status in the Iron Forest Tribe.

Of course, no one would take the initiative to pay attention to a fool. As for Brian Carter, everyone simply ignored him.

Brian Carter observed from the side, finding everything around him quite interesting.

Although he had inherited the original memories of this body, with Brian Carter's experience and wisdom, his perspective on everything around him was naturally different from that of the foolish youth.

Most people here were thin and wiry, dressed simply, and spoke coarsely. Their faces were full of worry, and a few even carried a strong air of hostility. The way they stared at the black pig was as greedy and fierce as hungry wolves.

Being blocked in by the wolf tribe at the gates made everyone feel oppressed. The food shortage made the whole tribe even more irritable.

Brian Carter estimated that if the Iron Forest Tribe didn’t launch a counterattack against the wolf tribe soon, internal strife would easily break out.

Brian Carter's gaze wandered as he thought to himself, “This place is far too closed off. If the city walls are breached, there will be nowhere to run.”

He felt no attachment to the Iron Forest Tribe, not even from the original memories in his body.

As for his uncle’s family, there was nothing to say—mean and malicious. His father was gone and never returned. There was nothing in the Iron Forest Tribe worth missing.

Thinking of this, Brian Carter's mind suddenly conjured up the image of Grace Miller, and a strong sense of reluctance welled up in his heart.

“You’re really sentimental!” Brian Carter thought with a wry smile. This kind of emotion was clearly left behind by the original fool.

Brian Carter had merged all of the fool’s memories and accepted all of his emotions. In some ways, he and the fool were no different.

As for Grace Miller, Brian Carter had a particularly deep impression. After all, she was the first person he saw after his reincarnation, and also the one who treated him the best.

As he was thinking this, he saw Grace Miller.

Chapter 4: The True Martial Great Emperor

In front of the black temple hall’s main gate stood two rough black stone-carved giant tigers.

Grace Miller was standing beside the giant tiger on the left, holding a broom and gently sweeping the steps.

Brian Carter suddenly remembered that Grace Miller was the personal disciple of Elder Sang, the chief priest of the Iron Forest Tribe, and also the youngest priest in the tribe.

From this angle, Brian Carter finally saw Grace Miller's appearance clearly.

In terms of features, Grace Miller wasn’t particularly beautiful—at most, she could be called delicate. Her skin was softer and fairer than snow, giving her a touch of beauty.

Her fitted black long robe was embroidered with strange red symbols the size of tadpoles. Her smooth, black hair draped over her shoulders like silk. She was barefoot, wearing only a pair of hemp sandals.

Her simple yet profound attire gave her an indescribable sense of quiet and cold elegance.

What left the deepest impression was her deep blue eyes, pure and distant like the sea.

And the winding, snake-like red mark at the center of her brow added a touch of mystery and tragic beauty.

Even standing in the bright sunlight, Grace Miller seemed shrouded in a thin mist, giving people an unreal, ethereal feeling.

John Clark walked over and respectfully saluted, “Priestess Yue, I would like to request an audience with Priest Lin Yuan.”

The fierce shrew Mrs. Clark stood obediently to the side, head slightly lowered, not daring to let her eyes wander.

David Clark was even worse—he only snuck a glance at Grace Miller, and his big face turned bright red, not daring to look again.

The family’s cautious and respectful demeanor made Brian Carter want to laugh. He also realized that David Clark snatching the cornbread probably wasn’t just for food, but more to get close to Grace Miller.

Just like fans in his previous life buying merchandise sold by their idols. It seemed that buying something brought them closer to their idol.

Grace Miller didn’t even look up and said, “He’s inside.”

John Clark quickly nodded, thanked her respectfully, and then signaled to Mrs. Clark to go in immediately.

Brian Carter followed behind. Amused as he was, he also became more cautious. He didn’t revere the gods, but the power of the temple couldn’t be underestimated.

As Brian Carter stepped through the gate, Grace Miller looked up at him. A hint of doubt appeared in her deep blue eyes.

Brian Carter sensed her gaze, turned his head and smiled at her, but said nothing. He was proud by nature and didn’t like asking for help.

Such private matters didn’t need to be discussed with Grace Miller.

The Lin family entered the gate, walking on tiptoe as if afraid to damage the bluestone paving in the courtyard. Even their breathing was cautious.

In this world, the faith of the human race was even more devout. The priests, as representatives of the gods, wielded great power on their behalf.

The gods were distant and unreachable. The truly fearsome ones were always people.

The main hall of the temple was tall, and through the gate, several statues of deities could be vaguely seen inside.

The side rooms on either side were clearly living quarters.