I couldn't have easily found a clue to what I said. The Great Temple gathers literature gathered from all over the place, but the majority of it is full of records of pioneering and crusading in which the Temple has been involved in the past. Unlike other countries, only our country, which is centered on the Llumiel God, is biased in its materials as well.

"A normal country like the Kingdom of Bordeaux would have a collection of different books..."

I grabbed this and the books with stupidity and spent days researching things, but I finally didn't get any information about the sceptre. The clerics and witches who are helping me keep working on my tired face, but it's not a very good situation to expect, because it's not always convenient for the material to come out.

If this happens, I might ask you somehow to let me browse the books of another country... When I was thinking about that, I noticed a bunch of paper piling up in the corner of my sight.

"Is this...?

"Oh, that's a bunch of petitions and letters of thanks sent to temples everywhere. There is a mix of solved and unsatisfactory items, but they have been thrown away, so they are left behind."

Llumiel To spread the glory of God, temples everywhere work for the community every day. Sometimes such their hard work is sent to the Great Shrine in the form of letters. When I took a breath and took a few of them and looked at them without any concern, I realized that some of them were from a very old age.

"You're worn out by sunburn and aging. The letters are faint and hard to read, but there's nothing I can't read..."

It was a letter of gratitude from a village to an individual. Beginning with a seasonal greeting and a status update. And I want you to come visit me in a peaceful village. It was an ordinary letter that said that the content was hard, but my eyes nailed to the last sentence written.

"By this time next year... my village... for abundance... must... dear Lithium. From…………"

The name of the last sender written was faint and unreadable, but the name of the lithium could be read with clarity. If you look around the world, you may find someone named Lithium, but there must be only one lithium operating in the Great Temple. From the contents of the letter, it appears that this person was close to Lithium. Find out where this person lives and you may find some clues.

"Wheat should be made in every village, but is abundance a farmland of considerable size?

I pulled out an old map three hundred years ago and spreading it to my desk, I looked at it as if I were going to eat in the Llumiel of the day.

"It's at the time the battle with the Demons ended, so it's unlikely that abundance will occur on the Demonic Realm and adjacent West Side. The battlefield was around... and the east side."

When I discovered several places with a painting of wheat on the east side, I now compared it to a modern map. Then we found only one village that still remains today.

"You can rely on it from a village that is no longer integrated and abandoned, but forget about that at this time... we should now head to this village. Um... would you be there in three days with a horse from here?"

If we take over the horse, we'll be able to make it shorter, but now it's a waste of time. When I ran into my room after I popped the map out of the room with one hand, I went through the simple gear and opened the window.

"I didn't benefit from the opportunity to use it in the dungeon... except here"

My body, spinning magic all over my body, kicking the window frame and jumping up into the sky, is slammed to the ground - on the contrary, I gushed up its altitude. This is the power gained in training. It's flying magic. If you observe Mr. Lapis and the Demons, study them yourself, and manage to put them into practical use, this flying magic shouldn't take you a day to reach the village of destination.

When the people on the ground rise as small as a bean grain, the view under your eyes flows quickly. I will go even faster as the bird, surprised by me passing directly beside myself, laughs bitterly at the rush to escape.

"Wow... this is flying magic"

I feel as if I've even become a bird. Even though the Pope said it was a difficult time, I was aware that my heart was leaping out of place. Forget everything for a moment, I want to fly everywhere like this - that thought has crossed my mind, but I'll strike it off in a hurry.

Speeding to leave my own stupid thoughts behind, I was arriving at the village of destination in just a few hours of flight. Suddenly coming from the sky, several villagers are talking while pointing to me. I can't even do it. Flying magic is still less user-friendly magic.

The village of destination has long been the only major production area for wheat, with a side of wheat fields continuing around it. There are wheat fields going on everywhere, so much so that I think about a small city would totally go in there. What was the effort and hardship of the villagers who raised this? It's a really mind-lowering thought.

"Oh, um... sorry"

One girl approached me in horror, observing a wheat field, called out to me. Was it just like me or a little under when I was old? Just a few noticeable faces of Sobacus and healthy burnt skin at field work. And she's an impressive girl with blonde hair close to white.

"Yes?"

"Can I help you with this village? Looks like a cleric from the outfit..."

My gear is no different now than that of a common cleric warrior. It must also be natural for her to think so.

"I'm late for my application. My name is Flair. We name our brave men in this Llumiel."

"Yes!? Master Flair... Um!? What can such an amazing person do for a village with nothing like this...?

Carefully bowing her head and introducing herself, she was hardening herself to surprise. I laugh gently to relieve her of such tension and tell her what I came to this village for.

"I'm here to find out if there's a record of you staying more when you say lithium in this village. of that legendary monk and the famous, Saint Lithium."