Ivus came to the Central Observatory this time and got unexpected information.

I couldn't ask where the troll's grandfather, Old Rabihe, was...... I figured out the origin of the corpse that was poured out of the closet.

…… Probably.

Although Ivas felt that he could only half believe this, judging from the unstable mental state of pure white, it seemed to be an explainable unfolding. At least as far as she knew, it was possible for the Saint-in-Candidate named Gloria Blue Rose to kill Bishop Mercedes.

“…… Your Highness, are you alright? ”

Aihuas asked softly as he looked at Pure White's not-so-good expression.

Chunbai just covered his forehead and shook his head slightly: "It's not a big problem, it's just a headache." And it didn't get worse. ”

Her bandaged eyes showed no emotion.

"Excuse me, ...... Gloria"

Sherlock asked, "Who is it?" Also your friend? ”

He's not the kind of person who doesn't have emotional intelligence – rather, Sherlock has a precise grasp of psychology.

Mainly, someone has to ask this kind of thing. Ivus is not suitable for this kind of unemotional intelligence, so it can only be left to him.

“…… No, Gloria was one of Mercedes' friends when she was a child. She didn't know Janis...... It's a friend who is closer to the Mercedes side, and the relationship with me...... It's kind of average.

"She may be a little jealous of me, maybe because I became a saint, or maybe because I have a good relationship with Mercedes. But I always thought she was a good boy......"

The pure white expression was very complicated: "At this point, Cardinal Loki is right, the probability of the candidate saint is indeed very high. There are many more children like her, and I talk to them every week. The children I grew up with are now all gone...... Gloria and Mercedes were the last two of my generation. ”

"Wait, that means ......"

Lily, who had been watching for a long time, suddenly reacted when she heard this: "Master Yanis, was you also a candidate for a saint before?" ”

"Nope."

The Pure White Saintess shook her head: "Yes, such a Saintess needs to resonate with the Nine Pillars God, so she must learn the skills of the Nine Great Dao Path at the same time. Mercedes and I have known Janis since then...... The person who taught us girls the art of beauty at that time was Janis's mentor, Bettinatia Blossom.

“…… Gloria hadn't even gotten to this point because she had been eliminated too early. ”

"That is."

Hearing this, Ivas slowly spoke: "Has she been condensing for more than two hundred years......

"Yes, Gloria should be the one who has been teaching the country for the longest time."

Chunbai nodded: "Gloria Ningpo has been taking care of her for almost two hundred years, and Mercedes and I have been taking care of her all these years.

"From the moment the condensation began to happen, Gloria's mind and age were stuck at that moment. That's when she couldn't do any other work – because it was always repetitive and boring. And generally speaking, once the condensation occurs, it will be completely condensed within a few months.

Therefore, to be relieved of all work is also a humane concern for the dying. Not to mention, there are always people who worry that spending too much time with the Ager may also lead to their own Agglometry.

Unlike Mercedes, Gloria's dedication is not very strong, so she can't become a bishop. She eventually became a poet and writer. The new mentor I gave her was Stele Blue Rose. ”

"Eighty Selected Poems of Stere?"

Sherlock thought of his elven textbook and blurted out, "Is that Stele?" So she's still alive? ”

Her poems use every rhyme of the Elvish language flexibly, have complex and standard grammar, and are catchy when read. After translation, it is still beautiful and easy to remember. Nowadays, many countries use Stere's poems as teaching materials for the Elf.

And not even just the Avalons...... She's probably the most recognizable elf in human circles.

"Of course she's still alive," Ivus complained, "Master Shidel is not yet four hundred years old, and I'm afraid she is not even middle-aged among the elves." ”

Hearing this, the holy woman also nodded slightly.

"Yes. I have some friendship with Master Stedel. In fact, if Janis hadn't gone, I might have introduced Janis to her as well.

Perhaps it was because there was still some work to be done that she didn't finish her down. However, her pessimism was not relieved, so the condensation on her body was very clear and never improved...... It can only be said that it is slowly deteriorating. ”

Chun Bai lowered her head, looking a little lost, but not too sad: "It seems that she may not like our enlightenment. We forced her to stay on earth, which brought her even more pain. ”

“…… So," Lily began, "was she so tortured by Ning Po that she decided to kill the Bishop of Mercedes who was accompanying her?" ”

"In that case, why did she put her body in my closet?"

Ivus asked rhetorically, "And why did you kill her with that sacrificial stance?" ”

- Intuitively, Ivas still felt like the Bishop of Mercedes had been sacrificed to something.

Because the gesture of her death was so strange, it really didn't look like an out-of-control act under emotion.

He only felt that the will and purpose of the person who did it were very clear.

…… But this is all just speculation, and no one can get more definitive evidence. All they could know was that Gloria had admitted that she had killed Bishop Mercedes, and that she had committed suicide by jumping off a building, freezing in the air and shattering into a gem when she landed.

So after Ivus's rhetorical question, he could only get a few people's silence in response.

“…… Uh, uh, uh, uh-huh......"

But at this moment.

The troll, who had been cautiously silent beside him, suddenly made a sound like he was enduring something.

Because the sound is like can't be pulled out, people can't help but frown when they listen to it. Instead, it made everyone stop discussing the conspiracy and turn their heads away.

And at this moment, the troll spell mage named "Zu Maddi", which means "bone paste", suddenly sweated like rain.

His reddened skin, which looked like it had been soaked in hot water for a long time, and it looked like it was inflamed and swollen, and clear beads of sweat were leaching out of it at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In an instant, Zumadi was sweating profusely, and the beads of sweat soon became cloudy and dull yellow.

Right at the door of the Central Observatory, Zumadi suddenly smelled of a strong fishy odor - the smell of rotting sharks. The pungent smell of urine is mixed with the stench of rotten meat and the fishy smell of a seafood market.

He finally couldn't take it anymore and fell to his knees.

As the troll's tall body fell to its knees, Ivas even vaguely felt the ground shake. Beads of yellow sweat splattered from his body, staining black like mud on the originally white, high-tech ground.

Rabihe, the troll wizard, was startled, as if he recognized something.

He said something loudly, then looked at Ivas and the pure white, elven language much more fluent than Avalon, and shouted, "It's a curse, he's cursed!" Save him! ”

In fact, there was no need for him to call for help.

Because just as Zumadi fell to his knees, and the yellow beads of sweat oozing from his skin gradually turned into drops of blood, Ivas and the Holy Maiden Pure White had already reacted.

"I pray to the candle, the god of the holy number is three......"

Ivus clenched the corona scepter in his hand and chanted in a low voice.

At the same time, the saint directly stretched out her right hand and spread her five fingers.

Her temperament suddenly became ethereal and serene, and the cool wind like a summer evening breeze blew in all directions.

The next moment, a black wind blew from her side.

Before Ivus could finish singing, the wind blew Zumadi cold.

A black-red blood mist on his body was blown out directly by the wind, condensed into a rough black mist figure behind him, and then dissipated.

By this time, Zumadi had stopped crying out in pain.

And the temperament of the saint became brilliant and holy again, like the scorching sun, which could not be looked at directly—

As soon as she raised her hand, a golden flame ignited on Zumadi's body. The flame ignited in an instant, and then dissipated in an instant, like a flame briefly ignited in a stir-frying pan.

Zumadi breathed a sigh of relief, and his whole person suddenly looked healthy.

At this time, the first chant of Ivas was not even finished.

He had to stop chanting, and the crown of flame on his head was gradually extinguished.

It's not that Ivas sings slowly...... There's no way he's going to be able to keep up with that speed anyway.

- Because it is not a prayer, but a "séance".

"See, Ivus."

St. Grey was also clearly aware that it was a good teaching.

She looked back at Ivus and admonished, "This is the 'High Divine Technique' that you will learn later.

It is not a prayer that asks the gods to listen and wait for the miracle to come. Rather, it connects the gods who can perform miracles with themselves, and uses themselves as a medium to influence the material world. Once a specific relationship is reached, divine powers can be unleashed without chanting. Whether it is an apostle, a celestial priest, or a pillar god, they can communicate with them and learn the corresponding high divine arts.

"—If you want to become a cardinal, you must resonate with at least one pillar god."

The saint spoke very seriously and meaningfully.

It was as if Grey was convinced that Evas would become a cardinal because he could master the high arts.

She looked back at the frightened trolls who were hugging each other and comforting each other, frowned slightly, and whispered to Ehuas, "You don't have anything else to do today, do you?"

"If not, take them with me...... It's a blood curse. ”

“…… Cursed with Blood? ”

Sherlock heard the familiar noun: "That's not, it can only be used on women......"

He still remembers that during the first promotion ceremony between "Fox" and "Lulu", Lulu was hit by this curse. Sherlock was impressed by the curse's viciousness.

"This is a modified curse, the definition of 'poisonous blood' that spreads from menstrual blood to venous blood throughout the body, so that the curse, once run, can immediately lead to organ failure throughout the body. It was a curse that could kill quickly, and the person who released it was at least a fourth-level wizard, and the purpose was not to torture but to assassinate...... If it weren't for me and Ivus here, he would be in danger. ”

Pure White said seriously: "It was Aihuas who was cursed before, but now he has become a troll who brought him to find someone...... It could be that they were discovered. But the elven-speaking troll seems to have some clue about the current situation. ”

It's not that she's forgotten about her friend's death, or she's recoiled from Gloria's murderous suicide after becoming a murderer—but that there's something more important for her to deal with.

Even if it's just three trolls who have been smuggled in illegally, even if it's someone she doesn't know...... Some of them were going to be killed and murdered in front of them—and Pure White still couldn't allow that to happen.

"No matter what, as long as I'm here, as long as I'm alive, I'm going to let no one suffer in front of me."

Her Highness took Ivus's wrist and said word by word, "Follow me, and we will trace the traces of the curse." With this gentleman as a probe, there is no longer a need to ask Cardinal Loki for revelation...... I could have found the man myself.

"—This is the Church, and whoever murders will pay the price."

Eivas was pulled forward by her, looking at the back of pure white without hesitation.

Compared to her best friend, whose cause of death is a mystery, Junbai decides to rescue the stranger who is still alive first...... And without any of the requests to help them as best they can.

She didn't even ask the names of the three trolls, and she didn't know what they were here for.

For the sake of people who are more distant, Junbai voluntarily lets go of people who are closer and more "owned...... This is undoubtedly a pure act of dedication, and pure white is worthy of the name of pure white and the reality of a saint.

…… And that's why Bishop Mathers doesn't want to climb any further.

(End of chapter)