Sure, here's the translation:
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"Welcome! Welcome, both of you!"
Seeing the flowing gloss on the badges of Leon and his companion and recognizing the unique golden cat paw of "major clients," the priests guarding the outside of the core area of the gathering place smiled like blooming trumpet flowers.
After actively opening the door for them and making way to the core area, the female priest guarding the door bent slightly, smiling as she asked Leon,
"The grain spirits who walk under the shade of rice spikes, the croakers hidden in the shadow of the bright moon, the sentinels who tread through the night... Whom would you like to pay your respects to?"
Grain spirits? Croakers? Sentinels?
