Fifteen days later, northwest of Canaan, in the waters of Partic.

The red-bearded man closed the drive valve, and he couldn't wait to leave the broken ship to enjoy some of the food humans should eat. But the mysterious female passenger had been sitting on the deck since early this morning and reading some books, all in Misarianic script, and the slightest glance made him feel dizzy.

"Miss Vicky, we're finally here......" he stepped out of the cockpit, the sea breeze reminding Vicilik of the heat that was bothering him a little.

She closed the book, got up and placed it on her chair, and slowly stretched out against the rising sun.

"Got it, Mr. Jones, it's been a hard journey."

This red-bearded Uncle Britton's name is Aldrich. Jones, the captain that Glori introduced to Vickyly, like Glori, had to rely on fishing to make ends meet when he first arrived in Vlactu in the early years. Probably because of the sympathy of her fellow villagers, Glori lent her first income to the fisherman soon after her employment at the Redwood Hotel, and asked him to find a way to rent a decent house to settle in, and to buy a more convenient steamboat with a little luxury, at least more decently than living in a broken fishing boat every day.

Perhaps due to the innate talent of the inhabitants of the island, Mr. Jones took up the work of shipping with his research in navigation and the financial support of Glori, and the main goods were luxury goods that could barely be regarded as "phoenix tails", and it was inevitable that he would transport some special products such as spices in special situations.

But this was the first time he had encountered the situation of transporting passengers, after all, for the Canaanites who smuggled into Vlaktu, this small place that could barely be called a continent was simply a paradise to see and touch, and both the medical conditions and the level of scientific development were far beyond their imagination, so almost no one wanted to leave here.

But the young lady in front of her, who did not even want to reveal her full name, was the opposite, she did not explain the reason and purpose of leaving Vlactu temporarily, and the firm attitude of "must go" was inevitably a little suspicious. During the fifteen days they were together, the other sailors on the ship also talked about it, and there were speculations such as "she was a member of the royal family of Nikanlos".

"It's okay, it's ......my pleasure to take money and do things for people," Jones replied with a smile showing a mouthful of tobacco-smoked yellowish teeth.

However, at least she is well-informed, and there should be no trouble on the way back......

"You have twelve hours of free time, and it's best to be back before sunset, we'll go somewhere else."

"Hmm."

Vicilico straightened her outfit, took the spear wrapped in white cloth behind her back, and nodded to the captain.

Jones beckoned to the sailors, motioning for them to lower the gangplank and send the mysterious traveler to find what she wanted.

……

Less than three hours later, when the backpack had run out of food and water, Vikiriko arrived in a village, barely able to pronounce the name "Iriviska" according to the map markings.

The village was small, after all, it was just a small pasture on the outskirts of the city, with sparse houses perched on hills, almost all cows with brass bells around their necks, and it was rare to see one or two women with white turbans.

Vicilico deliberately put on her hood and walked slowly towards the hill without making the other party suspicious, intending to ask for directions.

"Good afternoon, ladies, do you know where the Ludwig church is?"

A few curious heads poked out of the herd, and several women smiled at each other and talked in a language she had never heard before.

Also, Lapland has its own language, so what am I still looking forward to...... Vicky shook her head, intending to try her luck on the way. Suddenly, a little boy emerged from under the belly of a cow next to him, wiped the milk from the corner of his mouth, patted his clothes and stood up.

"The Ludwig Church? Where do you go and what are you doing? The boy wondered.

"You can speak Dorican! Belch...... Yes, I went to find an old friend. Surprised, Viklico quickly turned around and nodded to the boy, as if he knew how to get there.

"Old friend...... Do you have an exorcist among your friends? You look about my age, don't you? "Read the book

The boy raised an eyebrow and looked the stranger up and down in front of him, his eyes and tone full of suspicion.

"At least that's the address I know, please, I'll pay, someone needs to show me the way."

As she spoke, Vicheric pulled out two gold coins from her pocket, vintage Hibby still circulating in parts of Nikanlos, carved with the head of her grandfather, Frews the Great, and a very precious antique for royalty.

But a little boy didn't think about it that much, he quickly snatched the two gold coins, gently twisted the edges, and looked at the sunlight carefully for a moment.

"This can't be fake, right...... Anyway, my dad is going to buy some furniture near the church, and I can try to convince him to give you a ride, come with me. ”

……

Twenty minutes later.

"Miss, you said you came from the western island, where are you?"

The coachman looked back into the carriage, which had lived for more than forty years, and this was the first time he had received a real gold coin, and the girl seated in the carriage, although she spoke Doric, did have a strong accent, like a Latin, but also like she came from some more ancient civilization.

"It's a small place close to Britton." Vicilico prevaricated that the inhabitants of Lapland are more simple and naïve than they think, and they are not like most people who can be gaged with money as long as they do, after all, many problems are still not known.

"Britton...... Ahem...... "It doesn't look like it at all!" Is there still a red-eyed race in that island nation?

The coachman feigned a few coughs to ease the awkwardness, but it wasn't long before he suddenly tugged at the reins and brought the carriage to a halt.

"I'm sorry, miss, but we're going to have to get you here. See that church? "This is the headquarters of the Ludwig church, and there are not many people in Lapland who speak Dori, so you'd better prepare your questions in advance and I'll translate them for you." ”

Vikliko stepped out of the carriage, put her backpack on her back, and smiled and declined the coachman's enthusiastic help.

"Thank you very much, but not for now, language is not a barrier."

So saying, she walked through the narrow streets of the bazaar toward the great church that stood on the top of the hill.

The bazaar is less than two kilometres from the cathedral, and its crumbling walls and huge clouds and pines that obscure the sky suggest that it is on a par with the history of the Campana Fort. Vikliko walked out of the woods and followed the brick road with inconspicuous ruts to the entrance of Ludwig Cathedral.

There were no guards, no protection, not even the gate locked...... This is very different from the fortress image of an exorcist in my imagination. But it all seems to make sense, after all, the people who live here are never afraid of wild beasts, and even more so they are just strangers from a foreign land.

Bang bang bang!

Fingers pulled up the knocker and knocked it three times, in fact, she could push the door open with a little force and walk straight in, but the minimum politeness was still necessary.

Squeak-la-la-

A door on the left was pulled inward, revealing a man in a clergyman's robe, holding a brush to wax the stone floor with one hand and gently lifting his hood with the other, revealing a bald head covered in scars.

"I am ......"

Before Vicky could introduce herself, the priest had already turned around, stood the brush in the doorway, and walked towards the corner of the church courtyard.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, he's here."