101 - - a court temple

A large building adjacent to the town hall was the next destination of Thor and his group.

The Court Temple.

It is a place where priests in the service of the god of thunder use their god-given powers to detect crimes.

They are called "judges" and are given the right to judge cases brought to them by the city, and they are responsible for adjudicating cases according to the laws of the country and the city, revealing the truth and passing judgment.

The Adventurers' Bureau is responsible for arresting the guilty, gathering evidence of crimes, and executing punishment.

Passing through the corridor and the double-opened doors, we found ourselves in a large space.

The decorative pillars extending from the walls on either side gracefully arc up to the high ceiling.

The walls themselves were covered with intricately embroidered purple threads and draperies.

On the floor, couches lined up in rows toward the back.

Looking toward the end of the vacant passageway in the center of the room, a huge figure of a man standing tall at the end of the passageway jumped into view.　

It is a standing statue of Gigilo, the god of thunder, a three-eyed man holding a long spear.

All of them were illuminated by the soft light of the magic stone lamps set up on high, creating a fantastic sight.

"Wow, this is amazing. ......"

"Ms. Sola, this kind of decoration that only cares about the appearance is just a sign of vanity, far from the teachings of God. You have learned a good lesson, haven't you?"

"Uh, yes."

"Hey, To-chan. Why is he naked?

"No, you have a cloth around your waist."

"Oh, you were in the bath?　After a bath, huh?

But it's so big! It's three times my size.

"Mr. Sola, the statue of Lord Stragin in Stra's home country is fifty times bigger than that one. Shall we go see it sometime?"

"Oh, yes, yes.

Shall we get going? I think we're going the right way.

Thor hurriedly urged the group on as the temperature around Yuril seemed to be getting colder and colder.

Through a side door, they found themselves in a small hall.

There was a large staircase leading to the second floor, where many people could be seen coming and going.

Moe's eyes sparkled for a moment, but he let out a big sigh when he saw the ornately decorated narrow railing.

He inquires at the reception-like counter in front of the central pillar.

A man in a purple priestly vestment soon arrived and escorted me to the temple director's room.

It seemed that he had given up observing the prohibition in the sanctuary because of his unintentional outburst in the cathedral.

Sola asks me in a whisper as we walk down the long hallway.

"Hey, Thor. What if I make a mistake when I say that I can detect sins?

"It's not a sin, it's a lie. It's the nature of the inquisitor to be able to detect most lies.

It is not exactly the trait of an inquisitor, but that of a lightning user.

When the two lower branch skills and one middle branch skill are made complete, the master of the Thunder Spirit Tree can obtain a certain characteristic.

It is called , which enables the master to detect the truth or falsehood of the target.

In order to confront a monster at a close distance and to avoid its attack, it is necessary to detect the truth or falsity of the target's movement.

This characteristic is given for this purpose, but it can be applied to human beings as well.

It seems to be a standard practice that most of the lightning users change their occupation to a judge after acquiring this trait.

Incidentally, does not come into play in land disputes and inheritance problems, so it is necessary to study law in a normal way.

In addition, there are also dueling trials in which the duelist acts as a proxy.

"I see..."

"If you master the magical arts, you can usually find a job in a temple. For example, a person who has the ability to read the wind can become a heavenly news master.

"Wow, that's interesting. Are you going to be one of those inquisitors, Moo-chan?

Moe would like to be a beetle catcher. And a baker."

"Oh, I'd like that one too. I'd like to eat as much as I can every day.

"You can't be in business if you're eating what you're selling."

We seem to have arrived at our destination just at the right moment to break up the conversation.

The guide knocked on the door, told them to come in, bowed to Thor and the others, and left.

"Come in.

"Sorry to disturb you."

The temple director's room was as luxuriously appointed as the cathedral.

The spacious floor was covered with long-legged carpets, and polished ebony furniture was casually placed here and there in the room.

In the center of the room, there was a leather couch facing each other across a low table, and an old man in a purple robe was sitting on one of the couches.

He had lost his hair from the top of his head, but his white beard extended down to his waist.

Sharp eyes and a tightly knit mouth.

With his stout body and straight back muscles, he does not look like an old man.

"Sit down at your leisure. "Yes, he's right here."　

Moe sits down next to the old man and looks up at him with a curious expression on his face.

The old man opened his mouth again as Thor and the others sat down opposite him.

This is Zazam, the temple head. I've heard a lot about you.

With these words, the most important person in the temple lifted the teapot on the low table carelessly.

He quickly pours the reddish tea into the cups placed in front of Thor and the others.

Then he pushed a platter of cookies in front of the children.

"Go ahead, eat and drink as you please. It's been a long time since I called you out.

Can I eat this?

Bon appétit!

"Sorry I'm late."

"Oh, I'm not mad at you. I'm just sarcastic about an old man who's had his fun.

Zazam lifted his chin slightly at the sight of Moe clutching a cookie in each hand.

Both of his eyes, with their purple glints, slowly narrow.

"Hmmm. They are interesting fruits, just as they are rumored to be.

"This is delicious!　Do you want some, Grandpa?"

"No, I don't want it. I'm too old to choke on powdery things. Now, let's see what you got."

With these words, Zazam placed the familiar crystal ball on the table.