The church has the same name as Antoros, the main city of Honey Corner, which means "anti-angle". Its internal structure lives up to the name. After Uriel chased Lind Punabag and rushed out of the placement hall of the magic base, he ran into two weird curved passages. I can't waste time, but even the spiritual vision will take a second. Behind him, York and Dalton are intercepting the clergy as planned, but there is no leader of the judge in their plan.

The apprentice launched the "spiritual vision" while thinking.

He quickly regained his direction and used the shadow to increase his speed. When the wizard was busy pushing the door, Uriel had already chased him. The relief shadow was projected on the dome, extending a spider-web-like veins, providing him with ropes to climb. There was no head-on battle, no loud momentum, and the rune sword fell from top to bottom. A second before the blade was put on, Lind widened his eyes and held his breath, and the air around him suddenly became tight and hard.

The Golden Sword was blocked for a moment and finally cut through the wizard's robe. Lind Punabag fell into the gate in a mess and escaped from the shadows.

"Stop!" he roared, "Have you lost your mind, Uriel? We could have discussed. There is no one else now."

I really got to know this guy again. The apprentice blinked. "Discussion?"

"Yes, there are so many ways to solve problems except with swords. We were comrades-in-arms, no matter how you deny it, this is the truth. Listen, Uriel, I don't want to be your opponent, it's not good for me at all - it's not for you. It's not my intention to get involved in the church's destruction. You know that sometimes we don't represent ourselves."

"To be honest, I never thought of meeting you here, Lind." Ulier confessed, "The school and the church stand together? Have you given up the truth?"

“Gaia is the truth.”

"But a wizard is not a monk."

"That's it, we do our own things and do not interfere with each other." The wizard got up, his voice echoing in the empty hall. There was no one here, and Ulier noticed that there was no light. Rows of seats were placed under the ceiling, and long carpets sewn by gold thread were separated by two pieces, and countless silver lilies were clustered at the end of the carpet. Since no one would come to listen to the preaching at this time, naturally, Gaia's servants were not there. "The school gave the church full autonomy, which resulted in bitter fruit. It turned out that fanatical religious elements were far more difficult than stubborn pagans. They had to be punished, and I would like to guarantee the execution of the punishment."

"Lying. You are the key to the cooperation between the Nightingale and the Judgment. You have to take over Bishop Payton's unfinished mission. Enough, Punabag, we have nothing to discuss. Where is the Pope?" Lind didn't escape far enough, but he really didn't plan to do anything again. Ulier's rune sword stretched quickly and pressed against his throat.

"You really want to see him? Well, that's what you asked for." Lind stared at the apprentice and slowly turned his face to the podium.

"You are really your mentor's apprentice." A strange voice said, "Uriel."

This is impossible. He thought to himself, I have witnessed the scene behind the door in "Spiritual Vision". There is no one here, and Lind refuses to tell the whereabouts of the Pope. The magic and witchcraft collided over the carpet, and the ceiling was shaking, light and dark, and was pushed back and forth by the airflow. Lind Punabag is a difficult guy. In order to save time, he shortened the entire process with sneak attacks...

...But something unexpected happens now.

Someone was sitting in the nearest chair, turning his head to look at them. This man was undoubtedly a wizard. Although he described it as cramped, quick and light, he was more like a nightingale than Tdonaradu. His eyes seemed to be reunited by old friends, full of surprises and excitement. But the apprentice dared to assure the gods that he had never seen him.

"Where is your magic coming from, Uriel? I mean those shadows."

"Who are you?" the apprentice asked in shock.

"Ha! You are about to ask me where I am from poor Lind." The strange wizard shook his head and placed his legs on the handrail. "I am Gaia's servant, his agent in the sanctuary of Knox. But if you talk about these later, you must answer the questions first."

"You are not the Pope." Uriel frowned.

The air suddenly became heavy. Lind Punabag took a silent step back, looking like seeing a devil. The apprentice couldn't help but feel heartbroken. He felt a chill burst out from his palms, and he suddenly realized that it was the ring of Soren that was frozen on his skin.

"'Tattoo' Lord Jizuk" it wrote.

I really had a fortune. "Those are extensions of professional magic, sir." Ulier replied immediately. He had to take the rune sword back, and under the eyes of the law wizard, it was meaningless to take hostages or act in resistance.

"Very good, you recognize me, it helps us communicate." Jizuk walked over the chair - relying on his legs on the armrest. The apprentice was startled by his movements. "Where did your profession come from?"

"Chloita. Your Excellency. This is obvious."

"I guess you must be confused. You can't figure out why you are standing here."

Uriel doesn't like this kind of jumping communication method, but the "tattoo" is right. In any case, it is the worst case to encounter a school of law wizards in Antoros Cathedral, and he has no choice but to refute it. After all, why are school wizards in the church? He feels that he really lacks consideration.

The answer seems clear. Lind claims that Jizuk is Pope Gaia. "I'm about to ask for advice, Your Excellency."

“Our conversation should be more honest.”

Is that? You can't get a truth from me. "I hope, too, yours."

"Your thoughts are different from what you said, Uriel." The Rule Wizard seemed to see through him. "So, your knowledge of me is limited to paper? Does the tower have a higher evaluation of me than the Holy City?"

Somehow, Uriel realized a different meaning from this sentence, which made him dispel the idea of ​​using spiritual vision to peek at the content of the conversation. At this time, Sauron told him that "tattoo" Jizuk was good at using mind reading. It was said too late.

“The astrologers did not exaggerate.”

Uriel was shocked. He didn't dare to move. The "tattoo" was very dangerous, unlike all the empty realms he had seen...

"You have seen quite a lot of empty realms, Uriel. Almost no one can have your experience."

...Damn it, don't think about it. Say something. "Fate guides me, Your Excellency."

Unexpectedly, Jizuk echoed: "Otto knows everything, fate brings you here." He suddenly laughed snarling, and Ulier felt a chill. "Oh, I know very well. You are here." He elongated his tone and changed his face suddenly at the end. "His will is not sometimes passed to the world through the prophet. You have a special talent, Ulier."

"This is...my secret...you know everything, sir." Uriel forced himself to turn his thoughts into words and said it out loud. Besides, he couldn't think of any way to resist mind reading. At this moment, it might be better to rely on the instinct of dialogue. I had to distract myself.

"Distraction requires exercise, Ulier. We can be more frank. Such a relaxed chat is my dream. After all, most people's thinking is boring and there is no value for peeping. I know your purpose, and I understand your experience." Jizuk's smile is frightening. "Why resist honesty? You are a believer of Gaia."

"What about you, your priest?" the apprentice blurted out.

"Of course I am a Gaia believer, too," he said lightly.

"What if my Gaia is not the Gaia of the Church, sir, will this cause trouble for our candid communication?"

"No. I believe every God, Ulier, here you are never a pagan. Faith is nothing more than a tattoo, do you understand? They are only part of the truth. Well, I don't care about your thoughts about the Church of Gaia." Jizuk said coldly, "The school can find Protestantism in their place at any time, what about the Church of Mercury? Or the New Gaia you created?" He circled around the clearings. "What will mortal faith have on the true gods? Order is an eternal and unchanging truth."

Amazing words. "I guess I need to pay for it." Ulier said, "Is it a tax increase in indulgences, yours?"

"You are like a mortal! Oh, of course, your time to enter the mysterious realm is still short. There is no way." The wizard shook his head, "The White Envoy has no experience in choosing a profession for his apprentice, and I don't doubt this."

He would be better off suspicious. Uriel thought unhappily. "Are you very curious about my mysterious profession?"

"Of course not." This is the truth. "Of course it is the truth. What I am curious about is the mysterious item that gives you professional strength." The "tattoo" raised a straight gray eyebrows, "What is the evidence for your judgment? It is also the magic of that thing?"

Uriel felt as if he was being interrogated, and he finally realized the feeling of the person who was identified by the Book of Vows. It was better to ask questions fucking than fighting, and of course Uriel could not defeat the empty realm. Gods are above, do I have any other choice? "It is true. I called it the Book of Vows... I swear to it, and then got a priest. I lied to you before, yeah, because I promised Chloita too."

"Now you changed your mind. It's great. I'm really worried that you and your mentor are the same kind of person."

"I don't know what kind of person he is. I still don't know much about the mysterious realm, including those and things around me. What is the value of the scroll of vows, Your Excellency?"

Jizuk was happy to share his knowledge: "A thousand years ago, the beginning of the Battle of Dawn, the scroll of vows had extremely important significance. Every mysterious creature knew its existence, and it opened a new era."

『I haven't heard of it," Sauron said, 『He is lying to you, Uriel』

Even if he lied to me, it was not his fault. Uriel thought to himself, because this was from Jizuk's sincerity. He was telling me the truth he thought. "What's the point?"

"During the Dragon's Disaster, people called it the Covenant of St. Milund."
Chapter completed!