The church has the same name as Antoros, the main city of Honey Territory, which means "anti-angle". Its internals live up to the name. After Uriel chased Lind Punabag and rushed out of the installation hall of the magic base, he ran into two weird curved passages. I can't waste time, but even vision takes a second. Behind him, York and Dalton were intercepting the clergy as planned, but their plan did not include the appearance of the judge leader.
The apprentice thought while activating "Spirit Vision".
He quickly regained his bearings, using the shadows to increase his speed. When the wizard was busy pushing the door open, Uriel was already chasing behind him. The shadow of the relief casts on the dome, extending out spiderweb-like veins, providing him with a rope to climb. There was no head-on confrontation, no fanfare, the rune sword chopped down from top to bottom. The second before the blade was attached to his body, Linde's eyes widened and he held his breath. The air around him suddenly became tight and hard.
The golden sword was blocked for a moment, and in the end it only cut through the wizard's robe. Lind Punabag fell awkwardly into the gate and escaped from the shadow.
"Stop it!" he growled. "Have you lost your mind, Uriel? We could have discussed it. There is no one else now."
I really got to know this guy all over again. The apprentice blinked. "discuss?"
"Yes, there are too many ways to solve the problem besides using swords. We were comrades in arms, no matter how you deny it, this is a fact. Listen up, Uriel, I don't want to be your opponent, this doesn't mean anything to me. No benefit - not to you either. It's not my intention to get involved in the church's messy affairs, and you know that sometimes we represent more than just ourselves."
"Honestly, I didn't expect to meet you here, Lind." Uriel confessed, "Have the school of thought and the church stood together? Have you given up on the truth?"
"Gaia is the truth."
"But wizards are not monks."
"That's it. Let's do our own thing without disturbing each other." The wizard got up, his voice echoing in the empty hall. There was no one here, Uriel noticed, not even a light. Rows of seats were installed under the suspended ceiling, separated into two sections by a long carpet sewn with gold thread, with countless silver lilies clustered at the end of the long carpet. Since no one would come to hear the sermon at this time, naturally, the servant of Gaia was not there. "The schools gave the church full autonomy, which led to bitter consequences. Fanatic religious elements proved to be far more troublesome than stubborn heretics. They must be punished, and I will ensure that the punishment is carried out."
"Lie. You are the key to the cooperation between Church Nightingale and the Judge. You have to take over Bishop Payton's unfinished mission. That's enough, Punabag, we have nothing to discuss. Where is the Pope?" Linde managed to escape. It wasn't far enough, but he really didn't intend to do anything again. Uriel's rune sword quickly stretched out and pressed against his throat.
"Do you really want to see him? Well, this is what you asked for." Linde stared at the apprentice and slowly turned his face to the podium.
"You are truly your master's apprentice." A strange voice said, "Uriel."
This is impossible. He thought to himself, I have witnessed the scene behind the door in my "spiritual vision". There was no one here, and Lind refused to reveal the Pope's whereabouts. Divine magic and witchcraft collided in the sky above the carpet, and the suspended ceiling swayed, flickered in and out, and was pushed back and forth by the air currents. Lind Punabag is a difficult guy to deal with. In order to save time, he shortened the whole process with a sneak attack...
...But now something unexpected happened.
Someone was sitting on the nearest chair, turning to look at them. There is no doubt that this man is a wizard. Although he was described as cramped, his movements were quick and light, almost more like a nightingale than Donalado. His eyes were like meeting an old friend again, full of surprise and excitement. But the apprentice dared to promise the gods that he had never seen him.
"Where does your magic come from, Uriel? I mean the shadows."
"Who are you?" the apprentice asked in shock.
"Ha! You are about to force me out of poor Linde's mouth about my whereabouts." The strange wizard shook his head and put his legs on the armrest. "I am a servant of Gaia, His sanctuary agent in Knox. But we will talk about this later, you have to answer the question first."
"You are not the Pope." Uriel frowned.
The air suddenly became heavy. Lind Punabag took a step back silently, looking like he was seeing a devil. The apprentice couldn't help but feel sad. He felt a chill running through his palms, and suddenly realized that the Ring Sauron was condensing frost on his skin.
"Lord 'Tattooed' Jizuk" it read.
I got really lucky. "Those are extensions of professional magic, Your Excellency." Uriel replied immediately. He had to take back the rune sword. Under the eyes of the Law Wizard, it was meaningless to take hostages or resist.
"Good, you recognize me, this will help our communication." Jizuk crossed the chair - relying on his two legs on the armrest. The apprentice was startled by his action. "Where did your career come from?"
"Croita. Your Excellency. That's obvious."
"I guess you're confused. You don't know why you're standing here."
Uriel didn't like such a leaping communication method, but "tattoo" was right. In any case, meeting a law wizard of the school in the Antuolos Cathedral was the worst situation, and he had no part in refuting it. After all, why are school wizards in churches? He felt that he was really inconsiderate.
The answer seems clear. Linde alleged that Jizuk was the Pope of Gaia. "I was just going to ask for advice, Your Excellency."
“Our conversations should be more candid.”
Yeah? You won't get a word of truth from me. "I hope so too, Your Excellency."
"What you think is different from what you said, Uriel." The Law Wizard seemed to see through him at once. "Let's put it this way, your understanding of me is limited to paper? Does the Tower have a higher opinion of me than the Holy City?"
Somehow, Uriel sensed a different meaning from this sentence, which made him give up the idea of using his spiritual vision to peek into the conversation. At this time Sauron told him that "Tattoo" Jizuk was good at using mind reading. It's said too late.
"Astrologers are not exaggerating."
Uriel was startled. He didn't dare to move. "Tattoo" is very dangerous and different from all the realms he has ever seen...
"You have seen a lot of empty realms, Uriel. Almost no one can have the experience you have."
…Damn it, it’s better not to think about it. Say something. "Fate guides me, Your Excellency."
Unexpectedly, Jizuk echoed: "Otto knows everything, fate brings you here." He suddenly laughed secretly, and Uriel felt a chill. "Oh, I know it all. You came just in time." He prolonged his tone and suddenly changed his face at the end. "His will is sometimes not communicated to the world through prophets. You have a special gift, Uriel."
"This is...my secret...you all know it, Your Excellency." Uriel forcedly turned his thoughts into words and said them. Other than that, he couldn't think of any way to resist mind reading. At this moment, it might be better to rely on your conversational instincts. I had to distract myself.
"Distraction needs practice, Uriel. We can be more frank. Such a relaxed chat is what I dream of. After all, most people's thinking is boring and has no value of prying. I know your purpose, I Know what's going on with you." Jizuk's smile was frightening. "Why resist honesty? You are a follower of Gaia."
"What about you, Your Excellency?" the apprentice blurted out.
"Of course I am also a Gaia believer." He said lightly.
"What if my Gaia is not the Gaia of the Church, Your Excellency, will this cause trouble for our candid communication?"
"No. I believe in every god, Uriel, and you will never be a pagan with me. Beliefs are just tattoos, do you understand? They are only part of the truth. Well, I don't care about what you think about Gaia. The idea of the church." Jizuk said coldly, "Schools can always find Protestants to replace them. What about the Mercury Church? Or the new Gaia you created?" He circled in the open space. "What impact will mortal faith have on the true gods? Order is an eternal truth."
Amazing words. "I must pay for this," Uriel said. "Is it because the tax on indulgences has increased, Your Excellency?"
"You are just like a mortal! Oh, of course, your time to enter the mysterious realm is still short. There is no way." The wizard shook his head, "The White Envoy has no experience in choosing a career for his apprentices, I have no doubt about it."
He'd better be suspicious. Uriel thought unhappily. "Are you very curious about my mysterious profession?"
"Of course not." This turned out to be the truth. "Of course it's the truth. What I'm curious about is the mysterious item that gives you professional power." "Tattoo" raised his straight gray eyebrows, "What's the basis for your judgment? Is it also the magic of that thing?"
Uriel felt as if he was being interrogated, and he finally felt what it was like for someone whose confession was read by the scroll of oaths. It's better to ask a damn question than to fight, and Uriel certainly can't defeat Kong Jing. By the gods, do I have any other choice? "Indeed. I called it the Book of Oaths... I swore an oath to it, and received a priesthood. I lied to you before, lord, because I also pledged myself to Croita."
"Now you've changed your mind. That's great. I was really worried that you and your mentor were the same kind of person."
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Even if he lied to me, it's not his fault. Uriel thought to himself, because these words came from Jizuk's sincerity. He was telling me what he thought was the truth. "What's the point?"
"During the Dragon Calamity, people call it the Covenant of St. Milende."
