After breakfast, Ivus led Sherlock and the others to the trolls' inn.

Of the three trolls, only the grass-green skin hunter had woken up early. When Ivus arrived, he was devouring the inn's all-you-can-eat breakfast.

There are guests of all races, most of whom are humans. Eivus also saw rare lizardmen in it.

Although the atmosphere was quite harmonious, the conversation was soft and polite, and no one made any taunts or attacks on the troll hunter. But everyone chose to turn a blind eye, and left a large space around the hunter.

The Troll Hunter didn't feel anything about it, though, and was very happy to take a large spot alone—he took a large pile of meat and spread it out on the table in front of him, eating it juicy.

And when he looked up and saw Ivus, he almost choked to death in fright.

His otherwise wanton expression instantly cringed, and he stood up like a child who had made a mistake, gesturing at Ivas.

Ivus didn't say anything, just smiled and patted him on the shoulder, motioning for him to sit down and continue eating.

But it seems that Ivus's arrival scared his stomach, or he didn't dare to let Ivus stand by and wait. The hunter didn't dare to take a few more bites, and hurriedly stood up. When he left, he did not forget to take seven or eight white breads and stuff them in his arms.

The hunter led the way as he walked in front of him, and from time to time he turned back to Ivas and muttered something.

As they approached the room, they heard thunderous snoring inside. The three of Ivas stood outside the room and waited, and the hunter stooped in. I only heard him shouting something, and the snoring quickly stopped.

With a quick, tear-down sound of tidying up, the troll ritual master who had come to find his grandfather quickly walked out in embarrassment.

"I'm very sorry, honorable archbishop. I've kept you waiting......"

He spoke in some obscure Avalon, and his mouth was still moving. Apparently chewing on the bread that the hunter had brought back to them. Then, he pulled the other two and followed Ivas and the others to the lifting platform.

As they waited for the lift, Ivas looked at the troll who had just swallowed the bread and pondered.

…… Speaking of which, he doesn't know this head yet...... Oh, the name of this young man.

Thinking of this, Ivus looked at the size of the troll brother, who was more than half his size, and changed his mind slightly.

- Or should I say a giant?

So Ivus opened his mouth to talk to him, "Speaking of which, I don't know your names yet. My name is Ivus...... What shall I call you? ”

"Rabich."

The tan-skinned troll pointed at himself and said, "Wizard means." ”

Then, without waiting for Ivus to ask, he pointed to the Cursed Master and the Hunter, respectively, "They're Zumadi, Baburu." It means osteopaste, a man who hunts horses. ”

Washton was in awe.

- The name of the hunter brother, so aggressive.

"Bone paste?"

Sherlock on the side asked with some confusion, "What is that?" ”

"It's bone marrow."

Ivas replied, "He probably won't say that word." ”

"Oh," Sherlock snapped, "it's indeed the name of the Curser. ”

Sorcerer. Marrow. Horse hunters.

The logic of naming trolls is quite easy to understand...... All are words with quite materialized imagery.

"What about your grandfather? What's his name? ”

Ivas asked.

"Rabich."

Without hesitation, Rabich replied, "My name is Rabich." My father's name was Rabich, and my grandfather's name was Rabich. ”

"So, that's your last name?"

Sherlock asked.

Rabich looked at Sherlock in confusion, not understanding what he meant.

"Trolls don't have surnames, only tribes. Because their family concept is not clear, it is difficult to distinguish who the father of a child is. ”

Ivas explained, "They're called so-and-so over there. Some of the key heirs use the same name so that people can easily call them, while others come up with different names. Some are from the high priesthood, and some are from the parents. ”

Sherlock reacted: "So that means he's the heir to that clan?" At last...... The Troll Prince? ”

"If it weren't for the prince, he wouldn't have mastered so many languages. The most he looks at is ...... Twenty years old? ”

"We belong to the tribe of beast songs. Eighteen years old. ”

Rabih hurriedly said: "I am Rabih of the Beast Song. Other tribes also have their rabikh. ”

Sherlock glanced at Evas, "You know a lot. ”

"I read a lot."

Ai Huasi said angrily: "Vegetables, just practice more!" If you don't understand, just read more! ”

After exchanging names, the atmosphere visibly eased to the naked eye. Ivas and Rabich chatted, and Sherlock leaned over to the Curser and muttered something.

Although the other party does not understand Avalon, Sherlock is smart enough to make the other party understand by gestures.

They soon reached the Eleventh Ring. In addition to the twenty-second circle where the eternal pope is located, this also happens to be the most central position of the papal state.

With Cardinal Matilda's letter of introduction and maps, they easily entered the Central Observatory.

There are a lot more people coming and going here than the Thirteenth Ring. Almost all of them are elves, and the rest of them are mostly half-elves. They all wore white coats, and many wore tinted monocles on their faces. It looks like one of those sci-fi research facilities.

Another feature of this place is that there are a lot of mirrors.

Large mirrors, small mirrors, floor-to-ceiling mirrors for an entire hallway...... Plus the corridor with no decoration other than the "Texture Torch" that burns quietly. If there is no one to guide you, there is a high probability that you will get lost in this mirror maze.

Each elf, when leading them to the crossroads, leaves and hands them over to the next person. After repeating the relay a dozen times, Ivas and they finally came to the end.

It's a place that looks a lot like one kind of sci-fi spaceship wheelhouse.

A bubble-shaped spherical room with countless hexagonal mirrors carved into the shape of a beehive. On each mirror surface, there is a clear picture that flashes away, and the picture is constantly switching.

There was no doubt that this was a celestial mystery to the trolls—they watched it all in amazement as if they had lost their souls. Even Sherlock stared intently at these hexagonal pictures, and the whole person was visibly excited, and even his face was a little red.

And the man with his back to them also turned his head in the exclamation that he tried to suppress.

This is Cardinal Loki.

It was a cardinal in a gray robe, with a black spine around his neck that looked like a noose.

What cared most to Sherlock was his burning hair, which was like a flame. Her long, silky hair hung down to her shoulders, looking like an upside-down flame. His appearance was feminine and beautiful, but it always made Sherlock feel a little familiar.

“…… Hey? ”

But at this moment, Lily suddenly exclaimed.

She looked at Cardinal Loki as if she had suddenly discovered something. Sherlock looked at her suspiciously, only to find that Lily didn't look back at herself at all, but instead stared at Cardinal Loki with a frown.

Cardinal Loki also discovered Lily's presence at the same time.

He raised an eyebrow, didn't say anything, and naturally turned his gaze away from Lily.

He looked at Ivas and smiled, "Young archbishop, I heard that Cardinal Matilda was looking for me?" What's the matter? ”

Cardinal Loki's voice was soft and clear, and although his face looked like that of a young man in his thirties, his voice was as clear as that of a teenager.

Ivas's gaze rested on his stitched lips, and then he saluted politely, "My name is Ivas Moriarty, honorable Cardinal Loki. ”

Then Ivas reached out and tapped it three times on his chest, bowed slightly, and said, "May the candle take care of your light." ”

"May the candle watch over your light."

Loki also bowed his head at the same time and saluted Ivus in return.

He muttered the name in his mouth, his expression thoughtful: "Ivas Moriarty......

“…… Well, I've heard your name. I'll just call him Aiwas. ”

"Yes, Cardinal Loki. The reason we are here is simple......"

As he spoke, Ivus pointed to the troll behind him.

At this moment, Cardinal Loki interrupted with a serious face: "Have you offended someone recently, Aihuas?" ”

“…… What? ”

Hearing this, Ivas was stunned for a moment.

"My advice is that you leave the church as soon as possible and don't come back. The church is not absolutely safe. ”

Loki said sincerely, frowning as if he were a reliable doctor: "You have the marks of a curse...... Very clear and consistent. Obviously, someone is after you. ”

"-Teach the country, why is it not safe?"

A soft, but firm voice came.

Guarded by the four papal guards, the pure white saint walked in dignified and solemn.

"If there is anything in this world that is absolutely safe, it can only be the Eternal Church. On the contrary, it is the departure from the church that will make some people with ill intentions have no scruples. ”

Pure White raised his slender and white neck and said seriously, "If Ivus really encounters any danger, then I will protect him." It's like protecting the future and hope. ”

"Then you can help the future and hope find someone, Your Highness."

After pure white appeared, Cardinal Loki's expression suddenly turned cold: "I don't have other jobs here. ”

"Please don't go yet, Cardinal Loki."

Pure White looked up at Cardinal Loki, who was more than a head taller than herself, and his voice was calm and emotionless: "I have an accusation of your murder here, please come with me." ”

"Murder?"

Cardinal Loki scoffed: "The death of Bishop Mercedes? That's none of my business. I know this because I see it. ”

As he spoke, he pointed to the group of hive mirrors in front of him: "Everyone knows that I have been here all along. Haven't left for a moment in recent months. All the staff of the Central Observatory can testify for me. ”

"I know. But what about 'controlled fire'? ”

Chunbai asked rhetorically: "You dare to say that this matter has nothing to do with the extremists of the controlled fire?" ”

"They don't have a direct relationship with me, the controlled fire is just a thought. And not a partisan. ”

Cardinal Loki asked rhetorically, "Your Highness." If it is my responsibility to consider the emergence of dangerous extremists within the controlled fire, are you, as the de facto ruler of the Church, responsible for this? ”

"You are the director of the Central Observation Bureau, and you should know in advance about everything that happens in the Sect. You should stop this dangerous act of murder. Not to mention that it was a bishop. At the same time, Bishop Mercedes is a saint-elect, and if I die unexpectedly, she may become the next saint. ”

"I am responsible for observing 'the harbingers that can divide the church, destroy it, cause irresistible disasters or cause large casualties,' and provide correct and timely warnings and evacuation instructions for all people. Obviously, it is not within my competence to prevent the death of a bishop......"

"So you're admitting that you know about it and are intimately connected to it?"

"—even if she is a friend of Her Highness the Holy Maiden."

Both of them had calm expressions and clear speech logic, and neither of them was startled or emotional. There is no glow in the depths of the pupils...... Therefore, neither of them took it seriously, and it was not a quarrel. But the content of the conversation is completely different.

This is obviously not a contradiction because of this incident, but a long-standing grudge.

…… It turns out that as early as this time, Loki's relationship with pure white was already very bad?

Such a thought came to the mind of Ivus, who was watching from the sidelines.

And the others were silent in the dispute between the two bigwigs, and they didn't dare to say a word.

(End of chapter)