A raven's size is about a circle larger than an ordinary crow, completely black, but its head is snowy white.
Each raven can contribute less than 100 milliliters of raven's blood, but each large wooden basin doesn't need to be filled; about ten centimeters of raven's blood is sufficient, requiring the blood of over a hundred ravens to complete one basin.
Raven Saintess Shafuri's method of slaughtering these ravens is skillful: cut the throat—exsanguinate—toss aside, forming a routine.
These bled-out ravens are not wasted; villagers quickly collect them into wooden baskets under the supervision of Cold Crow Halberd Warriors, taking them outside the village for processing, plucking feathers and gutting, then splitting them in half to prepare for tonight's dinner.
Soon, Wang Xuan was brought beside the Tower of the Raven, where Church Deacon David glanced at the busy Saintess Shafuri before leaning toward Wang Xuan's ear and speaking softly.
