"Truth Potion?"
Before Iaconi could say anything, Roma explained first: "It's for two. He has to drink it himself."
Gemo scratched the pink skin on his face, not even asking where the child came from. He glanced at Uriel, and finally set his eyes on Iaconi. Seeing him nodding in confirmation, he looked at him from the nose. A slight sneer erupted from inside. "You were here just two days ago, Fairwin, and you drank it as ale? Huh?"
"I have to prove to him..."
"Who cares what you prove. Listen, I'm a country boy, no better than a knight from a big city like you. I have to be careful about everything... I have been a jailer for half my life, and I have never seen such a wasteful Knight of the Cross like you. How about we change jobs and you count the supplies for me?"
Iconi was here a few days ago? "Okay, just one," Uriel said. He held down Roma, and the little lion was very dissatisfied with his concession. "You owe me nothing, Mr. Fairwin," he said to Iacony.
The Cross Knight turned his head away in annoyance, obviously angry with himself.
"I don't have one here now," Gemo told them. "You'd better kill him." His stomach suddenly growled loudly. "Is there something wrong with you, Fairwin? You have to use truth potion to identify your companions?"
"Don't act stupid, there is a traitor within the church."
The look the jailer gave him was indescribable. Uriel watched as Iaconi took a step forward and put his hand on the stone table where the guards rested. "Used?" the apprentice asked quickly before he spoke.
"Of course. There aren't as many stocks in the countryside as there are in the city. They use a lot of them to deal with criminals. Plus what traitors you are screening for these days... there's no one left."
He was lying, Uriel discovered. But I have no evidence to expose him. Why did the jailer lie?
"Impossible." Iaconi knocked on the table. "The priest executed a total of six people. If one person drinks the potion, the others will be found out. We only used two potions that day." He said firmly. "Want to follow me to check the accounts? Stop talking."
The jailer was silent now.
"What's going on?" The knight was annoyed.
Gemo suddenly glared at Uriel and Roma fiercely. "It happened last night. There was an idiot who owed a debt to a prostitute. The priest took pity on her, so he bought the last mantra potion and used it on the unlucky guy." He snorted, "Of course, the main thing is Your little plan has emptied the inventory here. Even if you search my waistband, there won't be any left. Maybe you can find something else..."
"That's enough." Iaconi interrupted his nonsense. "The priest wouldn't do that."
Roma's expression remained unchanged. This kid might be your age, Uriel thought. As for the priest using the magic potion to solve the case... it may not be impossible for this kind of thing to happen, but the town is desolate and remote, and the local church is not wealthy. Compared with identifying sinners among his companions, his story is obviously more in line with the definition of waste.
"Maybe he will." Gemo planned to drive them away: "Don't always think about taking shortcuts, Lord Fairwin, are you so stupid that you can't judge lies?"
"The current situation is more urgent." So he explained to Iconi, "Shortcuts are the most efficient."
The guard looked at him more viciously. "You want to drink that stuff too? Be careful that the yellow hair on your mouth won't fade away. Kid, are you scared?"
"I'm telling the truth, of course I'm not afraid..."
"It's a big deal," Iaconi emphasized. "Uril said he was from Four Leaf City, which had just experienced personnel changes."
"Then you go to the priest who manages the archives. Those torn papers are different from potions and are more efficient."
Uriel looked at him, and from the small movements he could find the reason for his refusal to cooperate: they blocked his way of making money. The prostitutes and clients may not be his fiction. Eighty percent of the potion sold to the prostitute last night was Gemo himself, and that was by no means the last one. Selling church property privately is tantamount to betrayal, but it seems to be so commonplace here that it is not worth mentioning. He felt very uncomfortable.
Iaconi also sensed that something was wrong. He glared at the jailer and put his fingers on the hilt of his sword. Gemo drew his sword one step ahead of him. Uriel quickly grabbed his wrist and asked, "How about a fire contract?" He gave another suggestion.
"Contracts can be exploited," Iaconi said. But his tone was not directed at Uriel.
"I think he's not lying. He sounds like a southerner by his accent." Gemo was unmoved. He was very impatient and kicked an empty bucket with one leg, making a clanging sound. "Go to the priest for verification. Don't be an eyesore to me." He looked at Uriel and Roma with no warmth at all. "If it's still hard to tell the authenticity, you can hang him to death. He may have abducted this child. According to me, hemp rope is better than trouble, don't you think? Besides, I have plenty of rope here."
Iaconi looked ugly: "The priest said you were originally a Knight of the Cross."
"It's the same now. Have you never seen me like this? Then your eyes have been opened today. Get out of here! Otherwise, I will let you taste more pain."
Iaconi's chest rose and fell, and he stared coldly at the guard, who didn't look at him at all. Finally the knight turned sharply. "Based on your past achievements." He dropped a sentence.
Uriel pulled Roma to follow him, and the three of them were driven out. The apprentice also heard Gemo's curses echoing in the corridor. "...Goddess, why are you still trying to drink the mantra potion? What kind of lunatics are these?"
Roma whispered to him: "His last sentence still makes sense."
Uriel pretended not to hear, and Iaconi walked faster.
"What now?" she asked. "What kind of fire contract is that?"
"No need." Iaconi shook his head, "I can judge whether you are sincere or not." Only the little lion Roma thought his stubbornness was out of distrust. "But others may not necessarily accept it, and that's the point. Smart people won't stay in this remote country, and stupid people will become suspicious the day they confirm the existence of evil transactions. But I didn't expect that there are even cross knights here."
"Not all Cross Knights are upright, they have to think about themselves first." Uriel said.
"They think too little about others. When I came here to investigate, the rubbish involved in the transaction turned against me. The priest actually thought that my identity was suspicious! He was still a priest after all... As a result, I had to use the truth potion to prove my innocence. ." He punched the wall, and the halo of the torch shook.
If I didn't have spiritual vision, I'm afraid the situation I would face would be even more difficult. Uriel did not have the identity of a Cross Knight. "I understand." No wonder Iacony insisted that he produce perfect evidence. "They're probably kidding themselves."
The knight lowered his hand. "But we are not." He turned to Uriel, his eyes bright. "This kind of thing is not something that just any priest who has learned magic can get involved in. Even if the danger is put aside, you have no... obligation to deal with those people for the church."
"Actually, there is a point. Roma is indeed the godmother of a child who was sold."
The knight was dubious. "Are they playing house?"
"I'm not sure about that." Uriel didn't know how Roma became connected with Aiken, but he could guarantee that the child wanted to protect him wholeheartedly. "But as of yet, the game is not over."
The little lion stared silently at the cracks in the floor. Perhaps her persistence softened Iaconi's attitude. "I'm sorry that this happened to you, Miss Roma."
"It's time for you to apologize."
"I will find your little friend." Iaconi assured her, "Now let me send you back. No prey will be caught today."
Roma wanted to ask him another question, but the knight had already walked away. After returning to the previous room, Iaconi didn't stay long. When the door closed, she said to Uriel very dissatisfied: "Why didn't you ask him? Those people who bought Aiken, and his trap. Iaikoni Fairwin is investigating them, he must know a lot of things."
If only it were that easy. "His trust in us is not unlimited, Roma." Uriel explained, "He believes that our purpose is the same as his, but...you have also seen Gemo, right?"
"He is a jailer, not a knight."
Neither do I. "In name, he is still the knight of the goddess, and he thinks so himself."
"We are different from him." Her remarks were still too childish, and it was hard to tell that she was older than him. "What's more, you have more reason to know the situation than I do."
This time Uriel believed that there was another reason for her stupidity. "You think too much for me, Roma. Compared with Iaconi, no matter how legitimate our reasons are, they cannot be as justifiable as his. He is a true knight of the church, and the evidence he has investigated is enough to influence the top leaders of the Gaia Church. decision."
Roma tilted her head, "Just like when you decided to find Aiken for me?"
"I will never boast that I have the ability to do anything." Uriel replied, "What's more, I want to save not only the many Manai and Aiken, but also the people who made me who I am today. . There is a difference between thinking and doing, I understood it as early as Yotsuba City."
"Then what are you going to do? Go directly to Knight's Bay after catching the criminal?"
"Knowing that there are people doing the same job as us doesn't mean that you should be lazy. I will communicate with Iconi tomorrow, but that will be after catching the buyer." He patiently explained to Roma, "We need Only by increasing mutual trust can we reach consensus and then cooperate." I learned this in Boot Valley. Besides, blood descendants have a death wish, but Iaconi is different.
Roma thought about his every word. She climbed into bed without closing her eyes. "We have to prove that we can help and not cause trouble, right?"
He blew out the candle. "Iconifelvin is a knight of the church. I can use the scroll of oath to ensure that every word he says is true, but he must be wary of us because he also has a mission."
"What mission?"
"Follow Gaia's teachings," Uriel said.
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