After breakfast, Aiwass took Sherlock and his party to the hotel where the trolls were staying.
Among the three trolls, only the hunter with green skin woke up early. When Aiwass arrived, he was devouring the hotel's all-you-can-eat breakfast.
There are guests of various races around, mostly humans. Aiwass also saw the rare lizard man.
Although the atmosphere here was quite harmonious, everyone's conversation was soft and polite, and no one made any ridicule or attack on the troll hunter. But everyone unanimously chose to turn a blind eye and left a large space beside the hunter empty.
However, the troll hunter didn't feel anything about this. Instead, he was very happy to occupy a large space. He took a lot of meat, spread it out on the table in front of him, and ate it juicy. flowing horizontally.
When he looked up and saw Aiwass, he was so frightened that he almost choked to death.
His originally wanton expression turned into a cower in an instant. He stood up hesitantly like a child who had made some mistake and gestured to Aiwass.
Aiwass said nothing, just smiled and patted his shoulder, motioning for him to sit down and continue eating.
But it seemed that the arrival of Aiwass frightened his stomach, or he did not dare to let Aiwass stand aside and wait. The hunter didn't dare to take a few more bites and stood up in a hurry. When he left, he didn't forget to take seven or eight white breads and stuff them into his arms.
While walking in front and leading the way, the hunter turned back and mumbled something to Aiwass from time to time.
When they approached the room, they heard the thunderous snoring inside. The three of Aiwass stood waiting outside the room, and the hunter bent down and got in. I heard him yelling something, and the snoring stopped quickly.
Following the sound of things being packed up quickly, like a house being demolished, the troll ritualist who came to see Grandpa quickly came out in a panic.
"I am very sorry, dear Archbishop. I have kept you waiting for so long."
He was speaking in some obscure Avalonian language while his mouth was still moving. Apparently they were chewing the bread that the hunter had just brought back to them. Then, he pulled the other two people and followed Aiwass and his party to the lifting platform.
While they were waiting for the lift platform, Aiwass looked at the troll who had just swallowed the bread and thought about it.
Speaking of which, he still doesn’t know the name of this young hero.
Thinking of this, Aiwass looked at the troll brother who was more than half his size, and slightly changed his mind.
Or should be said to be Giant
So Aiwass started chatting with him, "Speaking of which, I don’t know your names yet. My name is Aiwass. What should I call you?" "Rabih"
The brown-skinned troll pointed at himself and said."What does the wizard mean?"
Without waiting for Aiwass to ask, he pointed at the curser and the hunter respectively. "They are Zumaidi and Baburu. It means bone paste, horse hunter." Man."
Aiwas was immediately in awe.
The name of the hunter brother is so offensive.
"Bone paste"
Shylock on the side asked with some confusion, "What is that?"
"It's bone marrow."
< p>Aiwass replied, "He might not be able to say that word.""Oh," Sherlock suddenly realized, "It is indeed the name of the curser."
The wizard . marrow. Horse hunter.
The naming logic of trolls is quite easy to understand as they are all words with quite substantial imagery.
"What about your grandfather? What's his name?"
Aiwass asked.
"Rabih."
Rabih replied without hesitation, "My name is Rabih. My father's name is Rabih, and my grandfather is also called Rabih." "
"So, this is your last name"
Sherlock asked.
Rabbih looked at Sherlock with some confusion, not understanding what he meant.
"Trolls have no surnames, only tribes. Because their family concepts are unclear, it is difficult to tell who the father of a child is."
Aiwass explained, "They Over there, we call so-and-so from a certain clan. Some of the key successors use the same name, so that it is convenient for people to call them, while some are named by the high priest, and some are named by their parents. Get up."
Sherlock reacted, "That means he is the heir of that tribe and is considered a troll prince."
"If he were not a prince, he would not be able to control so much. Language. He looks like he is twenty years old at most."
"We are from the Beast Song tribe."
Rabih said quickly, "I am from the Beast Song tribe." Other tribes also have their own rabbis."
Sherlock glanced at Aiwass and said, "You know a lot."
"Read a book. "You have to watch a lot."
Aiwass said angrily, "If you don't understand the food, just practice more and watch more."
After exchanging names, the atmosphere visibly relaxed. Come down. Aiwass and Rabich were chatting, and Sherlock also came close to the curser and muttered something.
Although the other party does not understand the Avalon language, Sherlock is smart enough and can make the other party understand roughly by just using gestures.
They soon arrived at the Eleventh Circle. Except for the twenty-second circle where the Eternal Pope is located, this is also the center of the Theocracy.
With Cardinal Matilda’s letter of introduction and map, they easily entered the Central Observation Bureau.
There are many more people coming and going here than in the Thirteenth Circle. Almost all of them are elves, and the rest are basicallyIt's a half-elf. They all wore white coats, and many wore colored monocles on their faces. It looks quite like a science fiction-style research facility.
Another feature here is that there are many mirrors.
Large mirrors, small mirrors, floor-to-ceiling mirrors throughout the corridor, and a corridor without any decoration except for the quietly burning "picture torch". If there is no one to guide you, you will most likely get lost in this mirror maze.
Each elf leaves and passes to the next person as it leads them to the crossroads. After repeating this relay for more than a dozen times, Aiwass and the others finally came to the end.
This is a place that looks a lot like the cockpit of a science fiction spaceship.
In a bubble-shaped spherical room, there are countless hexagonal mirrors carved into a honeycomb shape. On every mirror is a clear picture that flashes by, and the pictures are constantly switching.
There is no doubt that this is as mysterious as heaven to the trolls. They look at all this and are stunned as if they have lost their souls. Even Sherlock was staring intently at these hexagonal pictures, his whole body became visibly excited, and even his face turned a little red.
The man with his back to them also turned around with a suppressed exclamation.
This is Cardinal Loki.
It was a cardinal wearing a gray robe, with a black thorn on his neck that looked like a noose.
What concerned Sherlock most was his hair that was burning like a flame. The long, silky hair hung down to her shoulders, looking like an inverted flame. His appearance was feminine and beautiful, but it always made Sherlock feel familiar.
"Hey"
But at this moment, Lily suddenly exclaimed.
She looked at Cardinal Loki as if she suddenly discovered something. Sherlock looked at her doubtfully, but found that Lily did not look back at him at all, but frowned and stared at Cardinal Loki.
Cardinal Loki also discovered Lily's existence at the same time.
He raised his eyebrows, and without saying anything, he looked away from Lily very naturally.
He looked at Aiwass and smiled, "Young Archbishop, I heard that Cardinal Matilda came to me to ask what happened."
Cardinal Loki's voice was gentle. And clear, although his face looks like that of a young man in his thirties, his voice is as clear as a teenager's.
Aiwass’s eyes stayed on his sutured lips, and then he saluted politely and said, “My name is Aiwass Moriarty, the respected Cardinal Loki.”
p>Then Aiwass stretched out his hand and tapped his chest three times, bowed slightly and said, "May Si Zhu protect your light."
"May Si Zhu protect your light."
Loki also lowered his head simultaneously and returned the greeting to Aiwass.
He mutteredHe looked at the name with a thoughtful expression "Aiwass Moriarty
" Well, I have heard your name. I'll just call you Aiwass. "
"Yes, Cardinal Loki. The reason why we are here is very simple."
Aiwass said, pointing to the troll behind him.
At this moment, Cardinal Loki looked serious. Interrupted, "Have you offended someone recently, Aiwass?"
"What"
Hearing this, Aiwass was stunned for a moment. >"My suggestion is that you leave the Theocracy as soon as possible and don't come back. The Theocracy is not completely safe. "
Loki said sincerely, frowning like a reliable doctor, "The traces of the curse on you are very clear and persistent. Clearly, someone is after you. "
"The Theocracy, why is it not safe?"
A soft but firm voice came.
Under the protection of four papal guards Next, the pure white saint walked in dignifiedly and seriously.
“If there is anywhere in this world that is absolutely safe, it can only be the Eternal Theocracy. On the contrary, leaving the Theocracy will allow some people with ulterior motives to have no scruples. "
Pure Bai raised her slender and white neck and said seriously, "If Aiwass really encounters any danger, then I will protect him. Like protecting the future and hope. "
"Then you can also help Future and Hope find someone, Your Highness the Saint. "
After Chunbai appeared, Cardinal Loki's expression suddenly turned cold. "I have other work here so I won't give it away. "
"Please don't leave yet, Cardinal Loki. "
Pure Bai raised his head and stared at Cardinal Loki, who was more than a head taller than him. His voice was calm and emotionless, "I have a charge of murder against you. Please come with me." "
"Murder"
Cardinal Loki sneered, "The death of Bishop Mercedes has nothing to do with me. I know this because I saw it. "
As he spoke, he pointed to the hive mirror group in front of him, "Everyone knows that I have always stayed here. I haven't been away for a moment in recent months. All employees of the Central Observatory can vouch for me. ”
“I know. But what about Controlled Fire?"
Chunbai asked, "How dare you say that this matter has nothing to do with the extremists of Controlled Fire?"
"They have no direct relationship with me. Of control and ownership, the controlled fire is just a thought. rather than a party. "
Cardinal Loki asked, "Your Highness the Saint. If the emergence of dangerous extremists within the Controlled Fire is considered my responsibility, then as the actual ruler of the Theocracy, do you have any responsibility for this?"
"You are the Central Observation Bureau Director, you should know in advance all matters that arise in the Theocracy. When faced with this dangerous act of murder, it is your duty to stop it. Not to mention it was a bishop. At the same time, Bishop Mercedes is an alternate saint, e.g.If I die unexpectedly, she may become the next saint. ”
“I am responsible for observing signs that could cause the Theocracy to split, destroy, irresistible disasters or cause massive casualties, and provide correct and timely warnings and evacuation guidance to all people. Obviously, it is not within my remit to prevent the death of a bishop"
"So you are admitting that you knew about it and were closely connected with it"
"Even if she The same goes for being a friend of Her Royal Highness the Saint. ”
The expressions of both of them were calm, the logic of their speech was very clear, and neither of them got involved or got emotional. There was no light in the depths of their pupils, so neither of them took it seriously, and it was not considered a quarrel. But the content of the conversation was completely different.
This was obviously not a conflict caused by this incident, but a long-standing grudge. Is the relationship between Loki and Pure White already very bad?
Aiwass, who was watching on the sidelines, had this thought in his mind.
While others were talking about the two bosses. In the midst of the dispute, he remained silent, not daring to say a word.
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