As a port city that is supposed to be full of prosperity due to maritime trade, Yasqi's scale is really not large, perhaps because of the topography that limits its development, or it may be for other more esoteric reasons. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 InfoOn the way to the church with More, Troy realizes that the city is not even a third the size of the lighthouse capital.

"Church, ......"

The boy had some impression of the word, and at the same time, he remembered the "Order" that Christopher had mentioned. The last time I heard the word church was a few years ago, I can't remember exactly when it was, but I remember that one day a few people in white robes came to the village, well, it seemed to be exactly the same as Theodor's dress, could it be that he was the same as those people, right...... What is it?

Memories were inevitably missing, and Troy didn't remember the words in the description he had overheard that day, and the men were actually the "priests" that Moore had mentioned not long ago.

Well, I remember that after that, a different building from the wooden house in the village was built on the hill behind the village, but there seems to be no follow-up progress, so what is that for?

Troy, who spends most of the day chopping wood, is not clear about the function of the church. And this time, the boy who followed Moore to Yaski's church finally understood-

"It turns out that this is ...... 'garden'. ”

The church is certainly not a garden.

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Among the many churches of various sizes that have sprung up in the southern coastal region of the Republic of Gloriland over the decades, the Yaski Church is one of the most elaborately conceived and richly decorated. After careful selection, the whole body of pure white, without the slightest texture of the marble to create a clear visual perception, can carve out the retro pattern highlights the overall atmosphere and solemnity, simply look quite "momentum".

More importantly, the "breath", I don't know if there is magic attached to it, the open three-story complex church is enveloped by a subtle atmosphere that can intuitively experience the "holiness", which makes people close to it feel relaxed and happy.

As for the garden seen by Troy, the square in front of the church, with some random patterns of white stone bricks and straight marble columns extending from the entrance to the door, cut the small open space into four pieces, and the four-colored flowers neatly planted in the flower beds show signs of careful care.

The flower branches are not enough to show, but they have their own awe-inspiring arrogance, and the fragrance of the flowers is not very strong, but it is elegant and extraordinary.

"Don't run! that toy is mine!"

"Haha-come after me!"

The moment Troy and Moore stepped onto the brick floor, which was different from the rough ground in front of them, the sound of children playing and playing reached their ears.

A child's innocence is something that can easily melt the cold hearts of battle-hardened warriors.

This also applied to Moore, and even Troy could feel that his companion, who always had no expression on his face, relaxed the moment he entered the place, as if he had changed as a different person.

An immaculate child always reminds him of something unforgettable.

Of course, Moore will never forget the purpose of coming here. Looking around, the warrior saw that in addition to the children running and frolicking, there was also a "big child" dressed in a priest's robe, which could also be called a "priest's robe", sitting leisurely in a corner of the courtyard filled with the atmosphere of nature and joy, reading intently the heavy books on his lap.

He probably knows where the chief priest is.

This was Moore's idea, and just as he was about to step forward to ask, Troy, who had been following him, suddenly stepped forward and walked towards the man who looked younger than him.

Then, the next conversation made Moore, who didn't know what was going on, but still followed closely, was stunned on the spot.

"The wine, icy, was delicious. ”

This way of speaking seems to go back to the time when I had just "had" to get out of the village.

"Whew...... Let me think where I want to complain from, you don't want to come here to me to say this, do you?"

And judging from the other party's response, Troy and he knew each other. This made Moore on the side angry and speculated, of course, he was already drunk at that time, he didn't know that there was a time between the boy and the "big child" that didn't seem like a chance encounter, and he didn't know that they even became friends.

There was no suspense, and the man who was stunned for a moment in the face of Troy's comments as soon as they met, and then showed a friendly smile was Theodor.

"Also, I asked Moore about them, and they didn't know what 'hiccup' meant. ”

"Oh, do you remember this?"

"Of course, should I forget?"

"Ha, that's not what I meant. Hmm, who is that?"

The conversation continued, and after three back and forth questions, it seemed that Theodor, who had come and gone from more than a young man, had turned his pretended surprised gaze at Mohr.

It was obvious that the gaze was sent after the words, and this had already revealed that he had long been aware of the existence of a third party.

"I am ......"

"Wait, don't open your mouth yet, let me think, ah, you're the 'Warrior' who lasted until the end in the bar that day, right? Looks like a Troy companion?"

There was no pretentious deference in the tone, but the content was clearly sarcastic. Indifferently waved his hand and closed the book, putting it aside, Theodor got up suddenly, and his every move was no different from that of an "adult".

Even, Mohr actually felt an inexplicable majesty and pressure from this "child" who was a head shorter than himself, and even the little "anger" that had just risen to be ridiculed was immediately dissolved.

This should be a "big shot".

"Ha, it's me, I'm smiling. Thinking of this, the warrior's response could only be a wry smile, and Moore, who was not lacking in experience in meeting big people, knew that saying too many polite words in private would only cause them to resent it, so he chose to cut straight to the point, "In Lower Mor, I came here from the lighthouse capital of the peninsula, and was entrusted by the lord of the lighthouse capital, Lady Shaparina, to hand over this letter to the priest of Yaskipau, I don't know ......."

Sticking his calloused palms to the outside of his hidden pockets, Moore did not reveal his identity as a "member of the association" in front of Theodor, which should be meaningless, and opening his mouth indiscriminately is more likely to lead to disaster.

Not everyone is happy with the existence of associations.

"Oh, it's the letter from the one, I'll see...... Hmm?" the leisurely look on his face did not disappear, and he stretched out his right hand with a jade bracelet but did not receive what he wanted, Theodore's face changed slightly, and when he looked at it, he found that the other party was also a little surprised.

"I'm sorry, but Madame Shaparina specifically asked me to give this to Father Theodore, I wonder if you can ......"

Trying to make his attitude as respectful as possible, Mohr, who bent down slightly, was unexpectedly interrupted from speaking.

"Isn't he?"

"That's me. ”

It was Troy and Theodor who interrupted the warriors, and their speeches were so tacit that they were stunned, and then—

"Hahahaha......! We're really fated to do it, boy. Such a hearty laugh came from the mouth of the young priest, who looked to be only twelve or thirteen years old. Looking at Troy, who didn't know how to respond, Theodor, who was snickering in his heart, straightened his entire tight shirt, turned around, but said to Moore, who was far more surprised than the two of them:

"I would like to introduce myself, I am Father Theodore, the 'bishop' of this church and a mid-ranking member of the Order...... Now, can you give me the letter?"

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