Let's Manage The Tower

Olas, the chief of the temple of Elisameal in Seychun, raised his face in writing, feeling a hasty sign from outside the room.

And the door was knocked, just like the hunch.

"Come in."

In response to Oras' voice, the door was opened and a priest came in.

"Excuse me. The situation has changed with the sword of the divine instrument."

Instead of scolding the priest who suddenly told him what to say, Olas raised his eyebrows to encourage him to go ahead.

Tell me more.

"Yes"

The priest, who replied briefly, told us what was happening in the guild's tavern.

Regardless of how relaxed the situation was, Samuel had something like surveillance.

Rather, that's why Samuel was able to relax and wait for the value to drop.

The report from the priest was that the Florians had finished negotiating with Samuel.

"... that's not good."

Olas, with his face crumpled, shook his neck to the left and right to regain consciousness, and then looked at the priest.

"What about priests and priests?

"Someone else is reporting."

"I see. Then please tell her that I will come out with an additional one. It's up to each of us to decide if they're coming."

"Yes, sir."

A priest who nodded loudly at Orath's words immediately left the room.

Olas, who dropped it off, also started preparing to go out.

And when Olas was ready, the priest was ready to wait near the temple entrance and exit.

The priest-in-chief was told that there was an errand that he could not go to the tavern.

After a brief greeting, the Oras left the temple for the tavern.

There are two priests, the temple chief and the priest, so the number of guards is increasing.

However, no matter how many priests have left the world and continued their training, they will not be pushed into a narrow tavern in large numbers.

And the chief of the temple, and the chief of the priest, and the three guards, were chosen, and they entered into the tavern.

As soon as he entered, Olas found the man he wanted.

Some of them were wearing witch clothes, but only one of them had the characteristics they had heard about.

Olas walks towards the person.

Then we exchanged priest-specific greetings to try out the other person.

The opponent then gave the name of the living god to the greeting.

At that moment, Olas unexpectedly put his emotions on his face.

One common sense in the temple is that older gods have more power than newer gods.

Strictly speaking, it is a mistake and has already been acknowledged to be different among recent researchers of the gods.

However, common sense, which has been permeated for many years, is not something that can be erased.

Olas whispered his tongue in his heart without experiencing his emotions, and observed the other woman with a very natural feeling.

As far as I can see, I haven't shown any reaction to my emotions.

Olas couldn't tell if it was because he was hiding his feelings or simply because he didn't notice the change in his expression.

With his inner tongue on it, Olas kept on talking to the other person.

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Sylvia, who had finished his regular greeting, had just asked Olas.

"So, what did the Templar Master do for you?

I know Olas's purpose is the sword of divine instruments, but Sylvia dared to cut it out.

This is because it is better to clarify the purpose first than to be spoken in a unique and circular manner by the clergy.

Olas, on the other hand, glanced at Florian's artifact without showing any particular reaction to it.

"I want to talk to you about your artifacts. However, it may seem a little harsh, but is that where you believe in the new God?"

Of course, I did it on purpose.

Most priests and witches react in some way when they are persuaded of their faith.

The only thing to be careful of at this time is to mess with the other person's faith and not with God himself.

If you do that, you'll bounce back to yourself this time.

I see. But we paid for it, too. I'm not letting go right now. "

Glamorously passing through Olas's aversion, Sylvia nodded and replied.

For Sylvia, he only wants to know how much he believes in the gods.

Whatever you say about yourself, I don't feel anything.

On the other hand, Olas smiled as he whispered to Sylvia, who showed no change.

"Well, that makes sense. But we're not going to give up easily either."

Olas went on even further, implying that he would know the circumstances of the temple.

"The Lord God we believe in is the God of Elisamil. Don't you think it's more appropriate?

Olas dares not say what is worthy of him.

This is also a technique for not directly blaspheming God (?).

By the way, Elisamear God is the god of the sun and one of its symbols is often raised with a sword.

Sylvia leaned her head on Olas's words and replied with a moment's thought.

"Really? Now, what do you think the Templar Master is doing with this artifact?

"What... sword?

"Now, may I ask how you would use it as a temple?

"... Mmm."

Sylvia filled the treasure trove with words to the effect that he wouldn't let it rot.

To be honest, I only thought about getting the artifact, and I didn't care how to use it after I got it.

If anything, I can only think of it as occasionally being open to the public to show authority.

All the priests here, including Oras, thought only of the sword as a "sword" and never thought of using it for ritual purposes as "\ 21140;".

As for Sylvia, I'm leading them to think so, but I'm completely unaware of it.

As a result, Olas stuck in without realizing Sylvia's thoughts.

"Of course, I will lend it to the warriors who defend the temple to fight for God!

The temple hires many adventurers as guardian knights.

In particular, it was common for temples with sword artifacts to lend swords to the mighty as warriors of God.

Sylvia answers with a heartfelt sigh of relief at Olas's behavior.

Really? Now, let me assure you. "

After a short time, Sylvia continued further.

"You are not worthy of this artifact. I think this artifact is better for us to handle."

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All the priests who came to the tavern echoed their surprises at Sylvia, who had spoken clearly.

If you look at them, it's the same as a single adventurer witch telling you that you can beat the temple, so it's only natural that you react like that.

Florian, who was watching Silvia's conversation, still had the impression that he should not say harsh things to the clergy.