When Naria burst into Sean Freyche's reception room again, the light in her eyes was no longer anger, but eagerness and excitement.

"Xiao ...... Where's Mistress Frecher?"

She didn't care about being rude, she just nodded hurriedly to everyone and couldn't wait to ask.

"Obviously," Icabold replied blandly, "he needs a rest." ”

Narya's sarcasm and impatience were unheard.

"But," she said, "I may find a way to get Ed back!"

"What's the solution?" said York Tracy, blushing slightly in embarrassment.

He stood behind Hoyt Laval and another gray-haired old priest, and did not sit down like the others because of humility. As the only young man here before Nalya rushed in, he had always been quiet and composed, but now he couldn't help but reveal his true nature.

"We're talking about this. Laval smiled disapprovingly, and even thoughtfully introduced the old man to Naria: "This is the priest of the goddess of the earth, Brina Goya. ”

Nalya saluted more respectfully, her cheeks flushed with shame.

"I'm sorry. She apologized to everyone, "I'm kind of ...... A little rushed. ”

Pastor Goya waved his hand, and there was no expression on his chubby face.

"Let me guess. Balk, who casually stretched out his legs and sat on the other side, rubbed his chin and said with interest, "Is your 'method' from the three-storied pagoda?"

Naria nodded without hesitation - she hadn't tried to hide her whereabouts anyway.

"I ...... I don't know what to do. She was almost a little incoherent, "So I went to the three-storied pagoda." That tower, somehow connected to Ed, I can't tell...... I just asked it, 'Where's Ed?' and I didn't expect to get an answer...... But it answered me!"

Surprise and hope brightened her eyes: "There are runes on the ground!" Although I don't quite understand, why it seems to be a dwarf text, I can't understand it...... But there must be some meaning to that! If we can find the answer, we might be able to find Ed!"

"The tower...... It's a miracle indeed. Laval looked at her thoughtfully, "Is it because of Ed?"

Naria nodded proudly.

"That might be a clue. Laval said, smiling at Balk, "Actually, I've always wanted to take a good look at that tower." Just ......"

However, although the gods knew no borders, the power of the Temple of Anduch was very clearly biased towards Anktan, just as the power of the Temple of Water was clearly biased towards Lutgar in the past. As the high priest of Anduhe, it was inconvenient for him to make such a request, even if it was difficult for the master of Lockburg to refuse. And while the master of Lockburg was gone...... It's even more inconvenient.

"At least for now, I think we have a common interest. Balk didn't hesitate to decide, "How about we go and see?"

"I beg your pardon for leaving here at this moment. Icabold replied.

No one refused, except for him.

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The three-storied pagoda is imposing.

What used to be a little weird has now become very majestic. The base of the tower is square and heavy, and the towering tower body is full of pride and fierceness. The dark black stone bricks of the night still glow with magic, but they blend wonderfully with the bright sun.

It was like a giant holding up the sky, silently looking down on the city that was too quiet.

Everyone involuntarily stopped and looked up at the bottom of the tower, and for a while no one spoke.

Naria pushed the door open. She could even see her hands trembling slightly, but her nervousness was concealed in eagerness, and it seemed to be a matter of course.

Although there are no windows, the air inside the tower is not silent. The light falling overhead was like the light of heaven, and even the stubborn and gloomy faces of the statues on the four walls showed a bit of solemn and noble atmosphere.

The runes on the floor still shimmered, flickering and disappearing, but enough for them to see clearly.

“...... Time. ”

Laval said softly, a hint of doubt in his eyes, "This is indeed the dwarven text. ”

When Balk, who was at the end of the line, walked in slowly, the door closed silently.

Goya's fingers, hidden in his long wide sleeves, moved, and he glanced back.

His gaze met Balk's, and there was a glimmer in his eyes that had begun to cloud. Balk smiled calmly and walked slowly with his hands behind his back.

York had already crouched down, and in amazement he pressed his hand to the rune, feeling the strange power—the power of the three-storied tower. It was steady and surging, undulating like a wave, gently lapping on his palm, and unconsciously, even his breathing and heartbeat...... Even the blood flowing in his body seemed to have the same frequency.

The waves crashed against everyone, like a welcome, like a temptation. Ripples of light spread out from beneath their feet, as if they were not standing on a solid, stone floor, but on the rippling water.

There is only one place, and the water waves disperse and then shrink rapidly inward.

Goya looked down at the light curling up into his legs like ropes, still with no expression on his face.

"It's ...... What's going on?" York asked, but there was already a vague guess in his mind.

Narya shook her head blankly: "...... I do not know. ”

It wasn't that she was deliberately pretending to be stupid, she really didn't expect that it would be this inconspicuous old priest who had the problem.

"Lord Goya. Laval's tone was still cordial and polite: "We've known each other for many years, haven't we?"

Balk looked at him quietly.

The High Priestess of Terecia, the goddess of the earth, was a native of Anktann and spent most of his time in Llewellyn. Every year on the Trine Festival, Brina Goya, who handles all things Ruttger, also appears at the festival. Laval has known him for a long time...... But it's not familiar.

If he can't detect anything wrong with Goya, it's actually reasonable - a person's soul is not something that is so easy to see.

Balk and Laval stood still, but York stopped in front of Naria, motioning for her to step back. Naria stepped back obediently, though she was sure she was perfectly safe.

She still felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't say it. The three-storied pagoda made its judgment, and the priest of this earth goddess must have something wrong. But this is also ...... Too easy, right?

"I have never betrayed my gods. ”

Goya finally spoke. His voice is actually quite good, with a little hoarse because of old age, but it is not harsh, but has a unique charm.

The overly calm tone sounded less like an excuse and more like a statement of fact.

Laval frowned slightly, but York blurted out his guess:

"Are you a follower of Nesses?"

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