Although the current work of the Inquisition is very different from what one might have imagined, there is a particular advantage to being a member of it: the whole of Tunling, including the surrounding village estates, is rarely explicitly unwelcome except for a few areas.

Much of this is due to the church's long-standing presence in the region, where residents generally respect the clergy and often receive additional trust and privilege when wearing a white robe with patterned wings and rings.

As a doctrinal man, Green never took it for granted, and responded to strange greetings with a salutation.

This is where the foundation of the church comes from, the gospel of the Father is difficult for ordinary people to understand, but the Father's attitude toward people without discrimination is embodied by earthly communicators.

For those who are stubborn, kindness and gentleness will not only not be transformed, but will encourage their arrogance.

Of course, this doesn't mean doing something immoral. Just lifted the burqa slightly, revealing a weapon that ordinary clergy would not carry with him, and the operator who had just turned a cold face quickly corrected his attitude.

An antique shop in an alley, two turns off the street. This is where Morrison's manuscript in the informant's report comes from.

Apparently it did not think about attracting customers from the normal route, but from a small circle of people in need by word of mouth.

Wadin glanced at the boss and followed Green into the cramped interior.

Two rows of three-tiered wooden shelves against the wall occupy most of the space, and a thick long table sits in the center. Many objects are scrawled and stacked on the table and shelves, and the common feature is that they all look old.

Uncommon clay bottles, metal castings with blue and red rust and no distinguishable primary color, large and small stone carvings, coarsely polished gemstone ornaments, and box storage, all uncleaned or deliberately kept in an antique state, and a choking smell of dusty tombs floated between breaths.

Probably the most valuable are a few books that are placed separately, and lime bags are placed around to dry.

Ignoring the shopkeeper's insistence on stopping him, Green pulled out a copy and opened it.

The charred paper almost snapped with this rough movement, the spine cracked slightly, and some of the pages were glued together and could not be separated, or were so dry that they could not be bent.

It is not even called medicine for dealing with diseases, because in addition to the various drugs that are drawn from various forcibly related imaginations, there are also acts of placing their trust in external forces such as "candles that are placed in a specific position at a fixed point in time".

If it was to attract medical school clients, it would be completely wrong, and given what he knew about the professors, he wouldn't necessarily be interested.

This undoubtedly falls within the realm of "superstition" that the Church opposes, and is on the periphery of mere verbal admonitions, sometimes confiscated and sealed if it is not for a medical edge.

The reluctance of the proprietors to let the clergy in is probably for this reason.

In fact, they don't stop there, they know that some similar stores, as long as it is likely to arouse the interest of buyers to collect, it looks like it is old, and the source of a large variety of goods is suspicious.

The most direct and guaranteed source of goods is from underground.

Blasphemers who disturb the eternal sleep of the deceased for money, many of the stolen goods come here after changing hands, and are put on the counter in a grand manner, and the seller will quibble that he does not know the origin.

Picking up a ring, Green explained to the boss in detail the unswept remnants of the soil between the gems and the setting, and explained to the boss that the soil was inextricably linked to a cemetery, and that it was too fresh.

The other party's heart rate soon began to rise, and beads of sweat oozed from the disgusting faces of the small businessmen. He repeatedly wiped his forehead with a silk handkerchief and tried to suggest that he could prove his piety by donating some money to his Heavenly Father.

Perhaps many people will gladly accept the offering, including some of their colleagues in the courtroom. But by no means does that include Green.

He just needs to provide a little motivation for the shopkeeper to try to remember the motivation to sell the goods. This is information that ordinary informants can't access.

As I have experienced in the past, after the second rejection of money, the other party's nervousness is already visible. Green made a timely request to find out what the professors at the medical school had bought from it.

The boss may have had the intention of pretending at first that he didn't remember at all, but when he was warmly shaken his hand and invited to stay in a place suitable for reawakening his memories until he remembered, he quickly asked for a moment to sort out the information he could provide.

As a handler, you must look through the manuscript when assessing its value. He corroborated the informant's claim that the pages of the purchased book were from the same book, and that the main content was the author's architectural research notes.

The evaluation is of average value. As an early city, Dunling's buildings span the old and the new, both above and below the ground, and it couldn't be easier to find a book about it, so much so that scholars who study architecture have begun to forbid students from using it as a subject.

The folk sorting is even worse than that, many of them only record a certain style, lack of historical origin research, may be a wealthy enthusiast Tu Yile.

It stands to reason that this is almost the case, and then you can temporarily let go of this affected small shop after a warning and go to the medical school to face the main target. But the doubts in Green's heart were not dispelled by this, but intensified.

The Inquisition may not be among the people who know the most about medical schools in the world, but there is certainly a place for them in the second understanding. This is a person who has to run wild on the forbidden road at great risk, and there is no reason to buy books that have nothing to do while focusing on a new direction.

This answer was not satisfactory, and he decided to give it a try, and there was no loss anyway.

Green shook his head in disappointment, and turned to leave, Brother Vardine willingly holding the shopkeeper and escorting him out, his hard armor and excessive force chiming him out in pain.

Psychological panic is more serious than physical pain, and it is clear that hanging oneself for profit is not something that everyone can do.

This broke his last psychological defense, and he turned over a few pieces of paper from the back room storage room as quickly as he could, not daring to hesitate any longer.

According to him, it was a piece of loose paper that was later collected and was going to be sold to the professor at an additional price, and the damage to the incision margin was obviously different from the scattered and rebound old books in the church's collection, and it was obviously damaged by removing it from the binding.

This is to want to open and sell a product twice. Even if this profiteer's small actions just provide convenience for himself, it also makes people angry.

Carefully pinching the page, Green had a rare curiosity about what exactly deserved Professor Morrison's attention.

They are surprisingly well preserved, and you can feel the toughness of the thin paper when you start it; The writer also used the Norse language, which differed from today only in some vocabulary and grammatical habits, and was basically guaranteed to be readable, and was estimated to be relatively recent, which limited its value.

What makes this book different is that it includes not only ordinary buildings, but also many functional buildings, including river embankments, aqueducts, bridges, quarries, and even sewers.

He collects these common and often overlooked parts of the city, recounting them for his own amusement, interspersed with scribbled hand-drawings and unsightly patches of black ink, like paper pressed to the ground overturned by an inkwell. This makes the already unclean page even more cluttered and affects the layout.

After reading it carefully, Green understood the meaning of these things. The author felt that he could not describe it with words alone, so he pasted the paper on the stone surface and rubbed the patterns with ink, hoping that readers could touch the masonry and stones everywhere in Dunling without leaving home during the reading.

To do this, he deigned to go underground and open up sewers that few people wanted to know, saying that they were as intricate as they were on the streets.

Among the various rubbings, there is one page that will undoubtedly catch the reader's eye.

Unlike the rest of the rubbings that could be recognizable in square outlines, it was a pattern with only obtuse angles, and the intermittent white lines were joined in the ink to form a shape that at first glance would never be thought to be the shape of masonry, but to some alien creature floating in the black water.

Several regular hexagons that are flattened together are suspended between the text traces, and the extended lines show that they are not isolated, but occupy a width somewhere underground that the rubbing paper cannot cover.

Despite growing up here and admiring the papal collections, Green had never seen a structure of this style, either in the foundations or in the walls. It's like accidentally lifting a splint and finding that the hive has been built in what you think is a perfectly familiar home, and the buzz of the bee colony has never sounded.

The "beehive" has a pattern that is almost integrated with the stone grain, but due to water erosion or the author's inexplicably inferior rubbing, it is impossible to distinguish between the real and the false, and some of the beeswax is softened like melting, and some of it is regularly patterned with straight lines and curved arcs.

Through rubbing, they are brought to the reader in a real and inexact way, with the conflicting ideas of the craftsmen, trying to copy what they reproduce, switching back and forth between incompatible patterns, never forming a complete shape.

And the remnants of the contradictory design, such as the bee chrysalis that can never break out of the cocoon, are not completely dead, struggling to maintain solidification in the hexagonal column hive.

Green snapped the pages shut, and realized that he was so confused by a rubbing, that he had neglected the textual narrative.

The patterns in those hexagonal rubbings reside in the pages, as if they are more than that, breaking free from the shackles of form and conveying the inexhaustible information after the second distortion.

Spread out again, the gaze struggles to bypass the graphics, and the few sentences of the author's record are read, and the fetched connection with the almost similar decorative styles, as if self-convinced, asserts that it is a kind of work to pass the time after construction.

Based on personal experience, this abstract and seemingly allegorical symbol is often highly associated with a behavior worthy of vigilance.

【Pagan Worship】

Switching his mind from the miscellaneous books he had read to the pagan records, Green searched for the pagan religions that the church had dealt with as quickly as he could.

Generally speaking, except for those petty fights that are purely fooled by fools, heretical beliefs on a large scale often have a system, and they have inherited and borrowed from each other, or even simply plagiarized the holy scriptures, and similar products can be found.

The rubbings were not hand-made, but after searching through my mind, there was no information to cross-reference—it was some pagan system that had never been recorded by the Church.

Green realized that he might have caught something by the tail, a chance that might be great, but maybe immature, to put a long line on a big fish.

The order reached the most critical informant as the two returned to the church, and they began to wait patiently.

Half a month later, he waited for the result-

A fire and the death of an informant.

(End of chapter)