Diego Montoro warmly invited the three into the hall. Wherever he went, the villagers would lower their heads, not daring to look him in the eye, as if he were some kind of sacred and untouchable being. Erin noticed this and felt more questions and speculations about Diego Montoro's status and authority arise in her mind.
Diego Montoro led the three across the hall to a prominent round table at the front of the community center. It was an eye-catching and beautifully decorated table, laden with various delicacies and drinks. Four people were already seated around the table, two men and two women. One of the women was the same one Erin had seen that morning at The Hall of Great Achievements; she still wore a command baton at her waist, a slight smile on her face, but her eyes revealed a certain coldness and mystery.
"Please, have a seat," Diego Montoro said with a smile, gesturing for them to sit in the empty spots. "These are the most important people in our town; tonight we will enjoy this wonderful dinner together."
Erin, Mark, and Lisa sat down as instructed by Diego Montoro, feeling both excited and nervous. They knew that tonight's dinner would be an important moment for them to understand the inner workings of this small town.
"These are our guests from afar, Entomologists," Diego Montoro introduced them to the people at the table. "And these are our four Martyrs; they hold important positions in our congregation."
The three looked at the so-called Four Martyrs seated before them, feeling a subtle sensation. Each of these four individuals exuded an unusual aura that was hard to ignore. The two men had serious expressions and cold gazes; the two women each possessed different mysterious qualities, one of whom was the woman Erin had seen that morning at the Sanctuary.
At that moment, the woman suddenly stood up and gracefully walked toward Erin, taking her hand. Her movements were gentle yet strong, her eyes sparkling with an unusual light. "Oh... lost lamb... how is your health now?" she asked warmly, her voice carrying an irresistible allure.
This woman had golden hair that shone like sunlight. Although her face bore traces of age, those marks did not diminish her beauty; instead, they added a sense of maturity and mystery. Her skin was fair, her features delicate, revealing white teeth when she smiled. Her eyes sparkled like stars, filled with an extraordinary light as if radiance could overflow from them at any moment. Her hand held Erin's tightly, transmitting a strong energy from her palm.
Feeling somewhat awkward, Erin replied, "I... I'm feeling much better, thank you."
The woman smiled and said cheerfully, "That's wonderful... While you were unconscious, I prayed for you, hoping that God would bless you."
Erin felt a bit uncomfortable but politely responded, "Thank you for your concern and prayers."
The woman nodded slightly and returned to her seat, her eyes filled with enthusiasm and faith's glow. After sitting down, she seemed to remember something and stood up again to say to Erin, "I forgot to introduce myself; I am Isabella Lopez, Music Priestess."
Eileen secretly observed Isabella, filled with doubts and vigilance. She sensed a strange power emanating from the woman that sent chills down her spine. Isabella's demeanor matched her title, exuding a mysterious charm as if her very existence was a captivating melody.
Mark and Lisa also noticed this, exchanging glances that conveyed their understanding that this woman was not just an ordinary believer; she likely held a special status and power in this small town.
Isabella then turned gracefully, pointing to another woman. This woman wore a monocle over one eye, with her left eye covered by a black eyepatch, giving her an air of mystery and authority. Her skin was slightly darkened, showing signs of prolonged sun exposure, and her long black hair was streaked with a hint of white, appearing particularly unnatural. The strands of white seemed to hint at the hardships and trials she had endured.
Isabella smiled as she introduced, "This is our 'Wisdom's Envoy,' Sophia Esteban."
Sophia Esteban's right eye, visible through the monocle, sharply scrutinized the three of them, sparkling with the light of wisdom. She leaned slightly forward as if to draw closer to them. Her right eye excitedly scanned the trio, the corners of her mouth lifting slightly in enthusiasm. Her voice was deep and powerful, carrying an indescribable allure: "Oh... fellow bearers of wisdom... welcome to your arrival."
Sophia Esteban possessed an exceptionally unique aura; every movement she made was imbued with a certain mysterious power. The eyepatch and monocle lent her an air of seriousness and enigma, as if she concealed some unfathomable secret. Her penetrating gaze sent shivers down one's spine, as if she could see into one's soul. Her fingers lightly tapped on the table, producing a rhythmic sound that created an inexplicable pressure.
Eileen, Mark, and Lisa were awestruck by her gaze, feeling a chill run through them. Sophia Esteban's unique presence—imbued with knowledge and mystery—was utterly irresistible.
Eileen politely responded, "Thank you for your welcome, Sophia Esteban."
Sophia Esteban's eyes sparkled with a strange light as she smiled and said, "Here, we pursue the true essence of wisdom and explore the mysteries of the unknown. I hope you find the answers you seek here."
Mark looked at Sophia Esteban, filled with both caution and curiosity. He noticed that although her left eye was covered by the eyepatch, it seemed more than just an ordinary accessory; it appeared to symbolize something deeper. He tried to glean more clues from her words and actions.
Sophia Esteban continued to observe them with her sharp right eye as if assessing every movement and reaction they made. She took a gentle sip of her drink before setting down the cup, her voice low and powerful: "You have come here in pursuit of the light of wisdom. Many secrets await revelation here. May our light of wisdom guide you to find the truth."
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