"Praise Noah!"
Just newly freed and having shed his identity as a slave, Pompey devoutly bowed to the Holy Mountain in his heart. From the crowd by the roadside, a few echoed his words, but most people remained indifferent, as it was a common sight. Only the foreign merchants cast curious glances.
After earnestly completing the ritual of bowing to the Holy Dragon, Pompey, who had become a freeman, stood up again, with a look of slight bewilderment in his eyes.
As a slave, he only needed to do three things every day—eat, sleep, and farm. But having become a freeman without any land to farm, he suddenly didn't know what to do with himself.
Pompey actually knew that there were many job opportunities in Elisium City specifically provided for people like him, who were without a home or occupation.
