Martin couldn't laugh or cry when he heard the priest's words.

The priest in front of him is really not simple, I don't know what his ability is specifically, does it make people honest?

But what is the logic that the underground space of the church belongs to the management of the city hall, and there is a charge for entering?

Fortunately, Martin had the cheekiness to advance the first week's living allowance when he signed the contract with Pleis, which was 1 gold coin of holy light, otherwise he could only look at the entrance in front of him and be anxious.

He assumed a devout posture, thanked the priest very politely, and then said goodbye to him, and made his way to the entrance to the subterranean space.

The entrance was guarded by two guards in armor, and next to it was a small wooden box in the shape of a donation box, and Martin took out some copper coins from his pocket and counted three of them.

After receiving his salary, Martin spent some money on the Place of the Roses, buying several local fruits and snacks, so his Gold Sacred Light Coins were converted into some Silver Sacred Tree Coins and more Bronze Holy Water Coins.

The two guards on duty did not react in the slightest as Martin put the copper coin, as if they were just standing guard here.

"If someone plays tricks and gives less, will they stop him and throw him out, the guards are holding him up and saying something like 'blasphemy against the Holy Light'..."

Martin's mind began to have something unnutritious again, and he walked into the entrance as if nothing had happened, and gradually made his way down a winding staircase to the ground.

As Martin entered the side door, the tall priest with the Book of the Blessings walked to the front row of the prayer hall and sat down on a chair in the aisle.

He opened the book in his hand, and gently flipped it, the warm sunlight shining on his short brown hair, and the gold threads of his faculty robe reflected the wisps of brilliance.

The priest still had a warm smile on his face, like a priest bathed in light.

But if you look closely, you will find that in the book of the Blessed Hills, the words on each page are shaking violently, like a beast trapped in a cage.

Some of the words protrude directly from the page, almost detached from the page, but they are still entangled in the adhesive glue spreading from the pages behind them, and they cannot be freed from the desperate struggle.

The tall priest's fingers brushed lightly over the raised text, and the words were immediately sucked back into the page, solidified again, and no longer trembled.

There were always prayer people coming and going around the priest, but everyone seemed to ignore him, no one bowed their heads, no one looked at him.

Until the arrival of a man.

If Martin was here, he would be surprised, because the person who came was none other than the head of the Sunflower Carriage, a fat gentleman with a precious treasure derivative - Pleis.

He still wore the gold-rimmed glasses, black silk courtesy on top of his head, and a double-breasted tweed coat that looked slightly tight.

"Your Excellency, Bishop."

Plesis sat down next to the priest, leaning his staff against the edge of his chair, and addressing the priest in front of him with some respect.

He is none other than the Bishop of the Church of the Light in the diocese of Cavides - Thomas Norton.

"Pleis."

Thomas Norton closed the Book of Heaff and responded with a smile.

"The Sunflower Carriage has decided to donate 5,000 Gold Coins and 3,000 Gold Coins worth of Divine Light and books to the Church of Capernaum as a thank you for their help in excavating the Ruins."

With his left hand in a fist and then his right hand, with his hands crossed in front of his chest, he bowed his head to the statue of the Holy Father in the center of the church in a standard church prayer gesture.

"May the Light be with you."

Bishop Thomas made the same gesture and bowed slightly.

"Ugh."

Pleschis sighed after the prayer service and said:

"We managed to find the remains of this garden, but unfortunately we didn't have the key to open the ruins. ”

"Until now, we still have no way of knowing if the legendary [Tower of Creation] is hidden inside."

Bishop Thomas also finished the ceremony, and after a moment of silence he said:

"With the appearance of the Blood Moon, I believe that the [Tower of Life] guarded by an angel has been opened, and the [Tower of Creation] should feel something."

"So far, we haven't seen any signs."

Pleschis replied thoughtfully.

"It is said that the key to unlocking the remains of the 'garden' is hidden beneath the Cathedral of Capernaum, but the royal family and the town hall are firmly under control, and we cannot conduct a full search."

"What can the church do to help with this?"

With a grimace on his face, he looked up at the brown-haired bishop next to him.

"The current situation is the best that the Church and the royal family have achieved."

Bishop Thomas said calmly.

"The Cathedral of Capernaum means a lot to Cavides, and you know what it's enshrined here."

He glanced at the fat gentleman next to him, and there was no wave in his eyes.

"The church has done its best to gain control of the main body of the church, and the underground must be placed under the supervision of the town hall."

"It is said that this is a direct order from the Iron Emperor."

When the negotiations were fruitless, Plesches stopped dwelling on the subject, and after a while of praying, he got up and bowed and left.

Bishop Thomas was still seated, and he looked at the entrance to the left of the prayer hall that led to the underground.

Pleis's words reminded him of the young man he had just had.

Thomas was vaguely aware of the aura of the Tower of Life.

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While Plesis was talking to Thomas, Martin was walking down the steps to the ground.

On both sides of the stone steps, there are oil lamps supported by copper pedestals every short distance to illuminate the nearby steps.

After walking for a while, he finally came to a large gray stone door.

The stone door was heavy and ancient, with some intricate patterns carved on it, and he walked into the stone door and came to a wide cavity.

It's not appropriate to say that it is a cavity, but to be precise, it should be a hall located underground.

There are no excavations like an archaeological site, but rather a palace that already exists, and it is luxuriously decorated.

The hall was guarded on all sides, dressed in shining silver armor, standing straight in front of the walls of the hall.

"There are guards again, and the number of guards here is a bit unusual......"

Martin muttered to himself.

There were already a few people in the hall visiting, and everyone gathered in groups and groups in front of the huge murals, either stopping to admire or whisper discussions.

Most of them were dressed like upper-class people, with gentlemen's hats and canes, and women wearing soft hats and veils, as if they were visiting an exhibition.

This is to be expected, after all, this is not a free visit, although three copper coins are not much, but for the bottom personnel to be a breakfast.

Martin walked into the hall, making himself less visible in the crowd, and looked up at the mural on the wall.

This should be the underground that the queen said, and the most conspicuous and important thing here should be these murals, and it can be seen that the guards are also guarding them.

The huge mural in front of Martin depicts a beautiful maiden wearing a bright red dress with various colors of tassels and lace.

Her lips were bloody, her skin was snow-white, and her hair was black.

She was lying peacefully in a crystal coffin with her eyes closed, holding a brightly colored apple in both hands.

The apple has a ruddy skin, and when you bite into it, you reveal that the flesh is tender and juicy, which looks very attractive.

And around her, there were seven ugly green creatures.

It's seven goblins.

Some of them wore deerskin hats, bow ties, furs, miner-like iron helmets and dirty overalls, and all looked at the girl in the crystal coffin with sad looks on their faces.

The more Martin looked at it, the more strange it became, and when he saw the apple in the girl's hand, his eyes instantly widened, and he almost shouted the name of the painting.

Snow White!

And seven dwarves, no, seven goblins!

What's going on?

In the basement of a church, I saw a picture from a fairy tale from my past life, which was a sense of disobedience.

Martin thought of the [actor's face] on his face, which was also very similar to the story of "Pinocchio" in his previous life.

Are there similar fairy tales in this world? Or are there other traversers...

But why did the seven dwarfs become seven ugly goblins...

Martin's mind conjured up the dwarfs he had seen in his previous life, their faces full of enthusiasm and laughter, and their white beards.

Instead of being green-skinned and ugly-looking like the one on this mural.

Martin temporarily suppressed the shock and doubt in his heart, and turned his head to look at the other murals.

If the other frescoes are completely different, then it can also be explained as a magical coincidence.

He came to the left under an even larger fresco, which was the largest crowd in the entire hall.

Well-dressed men and women were staring at the wall and whispering something about something.

Martin squeezed through the crowd and approached the mural, finally looking up to see the mural in its entirety.

At the bottom of the mural is a bizarre gold oil lamp, its surface covered with hollow ornamentation, flat shape, a slender gold chain connecting the lid to the handle, and the mouth of the lamp extending exaggeratedly.

In the mouth of the lamp, a wick was burning quietly, but strangely, the wick was not burning out of curling smoke, but a huge bubble glowing with light purple.

The bubble seemed to be blown out by the mouth of a lamp, and it was wrapped in a distorted and blurred shadow that took on the form of a woman with long, soft blond hair, unnaturally twisted ears, a graceful body, and some colorful scales on her upper body.

And the lower body of the shadow turned out to be a huge gorgeous fishtail.

Mermaid?

The bearded lamp god turned into a mermaid?!

Martin's mouth opened wide, and a huge sense of disobedience hit.