"And who wrote this book?"

"It's my teacher, a researcher of interest, but no less skilled than the heraldic officer who makes a living from it, most of which he extracted from his library in his spare time." Marco proudly displayed a name on the last page of the book that Green had never heard of.

"And I have added a little more to his work, and I believe it is difficult to find a more complete and reliable book of its kind."

The priest struggled to recall for a while, but could not find an impression of the author's name. However, this is often the case with such characters, and there are few opportunities for people to know, and it is the norm to soak in the library in obscurity for a lifetime, leaving a literary legacy that does not know when it will be noticed.

"Where is your teacher?"

"The teacher has returned to the Heavenly Father many years ago."

"I'm sorry." As he thought, Green was very immorally glad that he didn't continue to study and pursue a degree in literature and history.

"Nothing to be sorry about, Father. His life was spent in peace and contentment, and after exhausting his explorations in the books, he traveled to the heavenly kingdom and personally consulted the saints, and the most perfect days were just that. ”

It makes sense, Green was at a loss for words. Some people take the money from the church and spend it in the church's library to pursue their hobbies. I really have no position and no right to sympathize with them.

"Anyway, is there anything else you'd like to know?" The victor monk in life is still unsatisfied, and a brief description of the current state of royal heraldry research is not even a warm-up for him. It's not even about the specifics, but that's where the professionalism comes in.

After the initial fear of the court's intentions had passed, the scholar's professional curiosity was aroused, what was it that deserved such a mysterious inquiry?

Green turned the book to himself, turned a few pages, and reluctantly admitted that there was a gap between professionals and ordinary people, and that it could not be bridged by a short assault.

After hesitating repeatedly, he still took out the holy book he was carrying with him and opened it in the other party's puzzled eyes. Remove the white paper that prevents sticking on both sides, and take out the piece of paper that is well protected in the middle.

A cloud of ink, which at first glance looked inexplicable, was smeared on the paper, and if it weren't for this solemn attitude, it would probably be regarded as the product of overturning the inkwell.

"What is this?" Marco frowned at the tablecloth-wiping thing, observing the paper, old and new.

After confirming that it was a new piece of paper, he rubbed his hands together and carefully cleared an open space on the tabletop, moved it to the middle, and pressed the flat edge fold with his fingertips.

Green didn't say anything, quietly watching him operate.

It can only be said that the rubbing skills of pure amateurs are really not much better, and the monks have not been able to see at first glance that it is a coat of arms.

"That's too bad, and the clumsiest apprentice wouldn't do it so badly." He muttered a complaint as he gestured to the outline of the coat of arms and tried to decipher it.

With the scope of the redrawing, the outer circle was directly eliminated, and the coat of arms actually only accounted for less than a quarter of the area.

Except for the shield face, the rest are appendages, which cannot be said to be unimportant, but they are only appendages of heraldry.

"The pairs of maned things on either side are probably lions, heraldic shields. It may be a relatively strong family with its own supporters. The pedestal below is where the shield supporter stands, leave it alone. ”

"These unprinted things must be grass patterns or some kind of vines, right? It doesn't have much to do with it, it's all used to decorate and reflect status, it has no practical meaning and is not fixed, and it can be changed. ”

"As for the inside, let me take another look." After clarifying the composition of the outer ring in two sentences, Brother Marco studied the heraldic body, "The sword in the stone, it is indeed true, there will be no pattern of the second half of the sword facing down in the center." ”

"But the rest of you don't recognize, who gave you this thing? The technique is too rough, and the prominent places are not focused, and they should be sent back to the academy to retake heraldry. ”

"I don't know, you'll just watch." Green urged weakly.

"Okay if you insist. These little bumps don't look like stone surfaces or utensils, what kind of rust on metalwork? ”

"But this piece is more regular, one by one, not bird feathers, not hair, it looks more like ...... Scale? The researcher let out a surprised squeak, "That's rare." ”

"Why don't fish be common in heraldry?" As soon as he opened his mouth, Green revealed that the person who should go back and rebuild was himself.

"Normally, yes, but the royal coat of arms is different, only one family with fish-related patterns is married, and there are still mermaids, and there are not too many scales drawn in the fish coat of arms."

The monk quickly flipped the pages forward, jumping to the first few pages, "It's not fish scales, it's dragons." ”

"Similar to this, right? It should be derived from the saying that the sword in the stone slays the dragon. "A forward, relatively simple coat of arms, with a slender neck and a dragon head on either side of the sword.

"Interesting, where is the person who inherited this coat of arms?"

Brother Marco didn't flip back to look for it, but scratched his head, "Well, it's pretty close. ”

He pointed out the window, and Green followed.

The sparkling surface of the Tum River, which had risen from the rain, made several boats dock far away from the island in the middle of the river, where the chapel stands.

"This coat of arms belongs to the kind of inheritance confusion, which is only recorded in the early years of the kingdom's establishment, and has not appeared any later. At that time, the branches of the royal family were not far away, and most of them were there. ”

Knight's Island Church, the resting place of the royal family and the place where important ceremonies take place. Since it hasn't been passed down, all the members aren't buried there.

"Well, thanks for the answer, Brother Marco." Green felt that was the end of the information he could get.

He gazed at the island in the middle of the river as if he had seen it for the first time, and the statue of the first king, which he had seen countless times on the other side, was prancing in front of the chapel and holding the reins, waving his empty right hand, as if calling his followers, and as if holding something.

"If you can, can you give me a copy of the drawings of these uninherited coats of arms, I have a friend who is very interested. We will remember your help. ”

"There's just a copy of the sketch that you can take with you." Of course, it was better not to remember me, and Marco hurriedly dug out his manuscript to bid farewell to the uninvited guest of the court.

Green leaves the library with his gift, and meets his deputy, Brother Vardin, at the old place.

I have the impression that this person should have nothing to report, after all, their best business team in the Inquisition has been focusing on the sewers recently, and the next move is still waiting for approval.

"Why, those bishops relented so quickly?" It was the only thing imaginable that drove Vardine to come to him so aggressively.

"It's far from it, in fact it's even slower than expected. By the time they've made their decision, it's enough for the heretics to move ten times. ”

Brother Vaddin was quite unhappy with the speed of his reaction, and there was a lack of respect in his words. In his line of thought, it is difficult to imagine what kind of person would be indifferent to such evidence.

"There is still some news, I don't know if it's true." He approached Green, squinted at the door, and lowered his voice, "I heard that the main reason is that the archbishop's attitude is different from before, a little vague, and even the bishops are reluctant to express their position. ”

"Where did you hear that?"

"I have a friend who knows a bishop's clerk very well......"

"That's not what we're supposed to be looking into." Green rebuked, "Don't do that next time, sooner or later you will know that it doesn't make any difference." What about the presiding judge? ”

"He's in a hurry than we are, that's why I'm coming to you."

It's not hard to imagine that the superior who had reused Grimm would now be eager to jump into the sewers and burn the infidels and their evil creations to ashes and wash them away with the water.

There was a flame of excitement and revenge in Vardy's low voice, perhaps due to the reassurance work he had been in charge of in recent days, "so the presiding judge is willing to give us some personal support." ”

"We will soon be able to 'mobilize people in a limited way to prevent heretics from escaping,' including in the sewers."

"It's the best news I've ever heard." Green moved his hands and feet, making a slight crackling and stretching sound. He would rather do more practical work than to chew on heraldry.

"There is another thing, which was from the people who arranged at the clinic, and they said that they noticed some special circumstances."

"Special circumstances? Is that what the professor did and what did he do? ”

"No, they feel like someone is loitering around the clinic, but they don't go in."

"As far as I know, half of the people in the new city want to go there to see a doctor, but they can't get in." The arrangement of people near the clinic was already before Kraft was officially acquainted, and it has not been canceled so far.

With the flow of people over there, it is hard to believe that it is true to be able to distinguish a few specific people.

"I know, but they said the people were dressed a little too well, not quite like the usual clothes in the new town." Vardeen felt that this was justified in his suspicions.

"Send two more people, and I'll allow you to do it if necessary."

(End of chapter)