"The Holy One is not in the temple. ”

The young man who received them told him very respectfully, "I will tell him of your visit as soon as he returns...... But I'm afraid I'm not sure when he'll be back. ”

"Where did he go, Lockburg?" asked Naria.

"I'm afraid I can't answer that question, Miss Carvo. The young man's smile unconsciously showed a little bitterness, "The Sage didn't tell me where he was. ”

Looking at his expression, Ed suspected that Scott rarely told him where he would go and when he would be back...... He didn't have Scott's trust.

“...... What about Fili? Or Niah, aren't they there either?"

After receiving the same negative answer, Naria ran out of ideas.

"Sean, Mistress Freicher is here. The young man seemed to suddenly remember something, "If you want to see him......

“...... No need!" Ed almost jumped up in fright, "Please don't disturb his rest!"

He'd heard that Sean was recuperating here...... But it's one thing to "hear" it, it's another thing to actually face it.

He certainly had countless questions to ask Sean, even more than Scott...... Questions, anger, concerns—too many things were crammed into his mind, but at this moment, suddenly hearing Sean's name, remembering his serious face and piercing blue eyes, he instinctively just wanted to stay away.

He still thought he had matured a little bit, but in front of Sean...... He would probably never be able to shake off the nervous stiff Ed Singh of the old man, the young man who had just wanted to be a pastor.

Even if he no longer needs his affirmation.

He ...... Mistress Freche...... Is he okay?" he asked, slurring.

"I think Mistress Freche is fully recovered. The young man replied with a smile.

Ed nodded. He politely and hastily took his leave, neither deciding to see him nor asking him, as he would not "disturb Mistress Frecher's rest." Now that he has recovered his health, why is the head of the paladins of the water god still staying in the temple of Nethers?

He even began to regret trying to simply get answers to most of his questions from Scott. He believed in Scott, and while he couldn't agree with some of the things he did, he could understand it, but he should know that Scott might have more power than he did...... But he is also trapped in a deeper whirlpool than him.

By the time we got back to the city, it was already dark. Nalya never mentioned going to the Single house in Uptown, as if they had decided from the beginning that they wanted to live in the same place where she and Alan had been for half a year—a simple stone house with a small yard on the edge of the old docklands, somewhat dilapidated but clean. It's only a block or two away from the market area and the uptown, and it's easy to get around but quiet enough...... It's a great place for Alan to live.

Scott is surprisingly thoughtful and attentive from time to time.

As she was about to open the door, Nalya hesitated and turned back to Ed, "It's getting late...... Looking for a place to settle for dinner?"

Ed was a little surprised. Naria always prefers to do it herself. Moreover, they did not finish the dry food they had brought.

The place where Nalya took him was even more unexpected - it was a raucous tavern near the old port, and by any point it didn't look like Naria would have liked it...... Judging by the smell it emitted, it doesn't look like it's hiding something that Naria would have admired.

It's different from the lively but intimate taverns in a rustic village like Karnak. The "hilariousness" of the Nautilus is pure chaos. It took a while for Ed to get used to the overly strong smell of the tavern - he didn't think anyone could tell how many strange smells were mixed in. The smell was more memorable than any tavern, big or small, he had ever visited. And before they could find half an empty table, they had to step over a small man who was lying on the ground crying for some reason...... Then he watched him and another drunk, who kept hugging everyone tightly, being hurled out one after the other, who had apparently drunk a lot of alcohol.

And all of this, it seems, is completely uncared for...... They're probably already commonplace.

Nalya dragged Ed through the crowded tables and chairs, and finally drank alone with a fierce expression and a cold face, with long hands and long legs. But he sat down next to the man, who was as thin as dry wood...... And Ed felt, in a stuffed tavern. This person is the only one who has a table, and for absolute reason.

He hesitated, but politely asked, "Excuse me, can we sit here?"

The man, who seemed so thin that he seemed to have only a skeleton left, finally turned his head and looked at him lazily, and then at Naria, as if he had just noticed someone sitting next to him.

"You man?" he asked Naria abruptly and rudely.

Naria raised her eyebrows in annoyance, "...... In the eyes of you guys, all the men who have dinner with me can only be 'my men'? We can't be friends...... Or sister and brother?!"

The man sneered, waved his hand disdainfully, turned his head away, and said nothing more.

Narya stared at him for a moment, sulked, then shook her head, quickly deflated.

"This is Wrigley, the owner here...... Allen's friend. You don't have to pay attention to him. She told Ed, "He's a nasty guy, even Fili got into a fight with him and vowed never to come here again...... In short, ignore him. ”

Ed nodded—he could already see that they were on good terms, but still felt a little confused...... So, this man who couldn't tell his age was a friend of Allen's, but he didn't get along with Filly and seemed to have a bad temper, but he was able to accept her and sit next to him without saying hello, and he didn't care if he was a 'nasty guy' in front of her......

There is an indescribable feeling in my heart. He should be glad Naria made more friends, but he wasn't there for her when it all happened, and she didn't tell him anything...... That made him unconsciously a little lost.

Nalya didn't order, but soon someone threw two worn-out wooden plates in front of them, piled up with lumps of food that were completely undiscernible in color and shape.

"It's the only thing you can enter here. Naria laughed and threw a wooden spoon to Ed, "It's pretty much like chopping up any ingredients they can get their hands on and throwing them into the pot, adding a big spoonful of meat sauce and boiling them until they puree - because they've been cooked long enough to at least eat them without worrying about their legs going limp." ”

Ed carefully poked his dinner and couldn't help but be deeply suspicious of it.

(To be continued.) )

PS: I bought a good and cheap Verne, so I can't help but pay tribute...... I love Captain Nemo!