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"If you want the truth so much, then go to Ojivich, and if you can impress the prophets there, then you can get whatever you want to know. ”

When Newgate Ionclay turned to leave, Salina seemed to lose all her strength, her double-edged axe came out of her hand, her feet were unsteady and her body was shaking, but fortunately Louie and Arthur were holding her up.

"I'm fine. After looking at the crowd, Salina repeated as if talking to herself, "I'm fine, really, I'm fine." ”

As Salina regained her footing and Arthur put his sword back into its sheath, Martin looked at Louie and placed his hand on Louie's shoulder.

Louis looked at Martin, his expression was dazed, he looked at his sword, he didn't understand his move, he thought his sword was going to stab his father.

The pain only appeared after a while, and Louie wiped his neck and saw some red on his palms. He looked at Arthur and saw that Arthur was still focused.

Did you anticipate this? Or did you want to see it? Louis looked at Arthur and asked in his mind, and he began to think that maybe Arthur had a mind that was not appropriate for his age, mature, and immature.

That evening, everyone returned to the inn to rest. Faced with her companion's worries, Salina kept saying that she was fine, that she was tired, and that she wanted to go to sleep first.

Werther asked Arthur what he meant with his eyes, Arthur shook his head slightly, Nayin lowered his head, nodded his chin to Victor, and both of them went back to their rooms to rest.

Arthur stood outside Salina's room, and after some time, Arthur reached for the doorknob, and then he realized that the door was hidden.

He pushed the door open and walked in, and saw Salina sitting on the edge of the bed, her body curled up, her head buried in the crook of her arm coiled in her knees, her double-edged axe leaning against the bedpost, looking like she was going to fall at any moment.

Arthur walked up to Salina, knelt on one knee, and looked at Salina, he stretched out his hands, little by little, guided Salina to raise her face, put his palm against Salina's cheek, and said softly but firmly: "Salina, tell me what you want to do, tell me, and then we will do that." ”

At first, Salina just looked at Arthur and did not speak, so Arthur repeated, "Salina, tell me." ”

"I can't bother you anymore. Salina frowned and said helplessly, "I've delayed your trip for too long. ”

"What are you talking about? Arthur made an incredulous look, "We never thought of dragging down, delaying this kind of word, let alone thinking that you would think like this! Our trip has no fixed route, Salina, with you, it gives us a goal, every time I go to a new place, I can sense whether there is a spirit shadow I am looking for, this is exactly the purpose of our trip!"

Salina pursed her lips and whispered, "That'...... Ojivich ......"

Arthur smiled: "Martin told me that Ojiwich is the city of sages, it is the birthplace of magic and divination, and it is the place where the prophets live, and if there is hope to find the answer, if you want to go, then we will go, okay?"

Salina took a deep breath, then suddenly fell to Arthur, her forehead resting on Arthur's shoulder, as she closed her eyes and whispered thanks in the boy's ear.

Arthur knew that Salina was tired, and he patted the woman on the back to let her relax and rest before the new journey began.

They left the convoy early the next morning, and Martin and Louis rode out for a long time, during which everyone was silent, even Martin, who had always liked to tease Arthur.

In any case, in the eyes of the young people, Martin and Louis were of great help, until at last they provided five horses, four for riding and one for carrying the equipment and luggage. They also provided food rations for at least ten days and gifts of weapons and equipment.

Before parting, Martin told the group: "We will stay in St. Mielque for a while, and if necessary, come to us at any time with the Knights of the Palace." ”

When Louis and Salina looked at each other, Martin looked at Arthur, raised his arm, and struck his heart with a clenched fist, but Arthur did not understand the meaning of Martin's action at that time.

Located in the east of the kingdom of Rufia, the young people of Ojivich set off on their horses in pursuit of the rising sun.

Ten days after the convoy and Arthur left Josiah, the small castle of the House of Ionclay welcomed the messenger. In the afternoon, Ionclay put on his cloak and walked to the shores of the most famous lake in the territory of Josiah, Lake Champinota. Many devotees gathered around the lake, kneeling or standing, clasped their hands together, and closed their eyes in prayer.

Newgate Ionclair looked out at the lake, where a boat was moving at a slow, near-stationary speed. The ship was magnificent, with a striking church sign on the bow.

Newgate made his way through the crowd to the edge of the lake, occupied by clergymen in robes, tall and stern-faced. As soon as he approached, two men approached him, stood beside him, and guided him on, until he boarded the boat docked at the lake. A clergyman rocked the oars, and a clergyman still stood upright, his hands clasped and hung low in front of him, his whole body motionless, as if the boat was not waddling on the lake, but moving smoothly on land.

After the boat had reached the stern, the two ships were connected by cables, and Newgate boarded the large ship and, guided by the ship's clergy, into the most palatial rooms in the cabin.

The head of the Twelve, the priesthood of the Church, the provocate, Lucas Lector, sat behind the desk in the center of the room, a fifty-two-year-old man of short stature, with a pronounced middle-aged hair, a round belly, and a slight hunchback. Because it was an informal travel activity, and it was outside the scope of the Great Holy Capital, he wore a purple-patterned robe on a black background. In the center of the robe, a silver church symbol is half inlaid and half hung.

As Newgate entered the room, Lucas reached out and smoothed the papers on the red-clothed table, slowly raising his head to look at the passer.

As a figure above almost one person in the church, Lucas's face was not majestic and stern, but somewhat ridiculous. His eyebrows were thick and thick, and they looked like two black clouds perched on his small round face, and several stiff, thick eyebrows protruded at the end of the eyebrow bush, as if they were about to break free from the black clouds and run to a higher sky. His eyes are small, his mouth is small, and because of his age, his skin and flesh are a little rough and rough, but because of his fixed beard, his small round face looks clean and neat.

Without a robe, Lucas Lector would have looked like an elder on the street, perhaps a kind neighbor, perhaps a shrewd businessman, perhaps a hard-working groom. But Lucas Lector never had a worldly identity. Like most church leaders, he was born, raised, and eventually took charge of the church, and was foreseeably buried in the cemetery of Vegajgit Chapel after his death.