Through the larger door, the entrance was a cozy hall of blowouts.
On the front, a roundabout staircase leads upstairs with a large arc.
A number of doors can be seen lining the slab corridors stretching from left to right.
I don't see any flashy ornaments and all I can say is that the tones are just gray and plain.
However, the railings and doors of the stairs contained fine watermark carvings, where the atmosphere was rather harsh.
I don't see any shadows, but I hear talk and blurring from somewhere.
Whether it was a discretionary place or not, Euril, who took the lead, just walked out to the nearby door.
He knocks lightly and enters sully without waiting for a reply.
Left behind, Tor and Sola followed.
And only one child, shining his eyes and looking up the stairs, was left on the spot.
"Hello, may I have your time?
"Welcome to the Temple of the Gray God (Kamu which). Let me ask you something."
At the end of the door where the Tors entered was a small room where the walls were filled with paperwork shelves.
At a desk buried in a bunch of paper, the women in a light grey robe write.
One of them stood up and replied sneerily to Euril's greeting.
"I came up on the call. Could you please take care of the peripheral?"
When a woman in a robe gives that word a moment's hesitant look, she turns her attention again to Euril's outfit.
And you noticed the Adventurer's Bill going down your neck, and you nodded as if you were convinced.
"Excuse me, I was wondering if a very new teacher was better sent. I'll show you to the temple chief's room."
What Thor and his men were taken to was a room at the penetration of the hallway.
The next woman, who knocked small, put her face through the door gap and told her what to do, she pulled herself back and urged her to go inside.
Inside the large room, every corner is bright thanks to open windows.
The windows are lined with blue and lush grasshopper pots, and the breeze is pleasant to blow through refreshingly.
The walls had intricate patterned textiles and a large sandalwood desk in the back.
Sitting back was a woman with long, ageless ears.
It is packed with relaxed gray clothes and has a serene but intrusive majesty.
The woman, who looked up quietly, nodded to welcome the visitor.
The invited Tor tries to enter the room and realizes that Euril's leg has stopped.
He is faintly shivering his eartips with his face facing to the side.
Peeping over his shoulder, Thor found another figure at the end of Euril's gaze.
It was also a Grey Ear woman who was leaning against the potted plant by the window.
He looks odd, like he's wearing a couple of capes on top of each other.
The silver hair is quite short and has a very neat face.
The woman was eager to find out how the plants were, without the bare gestures of noticing the Tors.
It seemed like the only time I was upset was for a moment.
Soon Euril moves out and proceeds to walk to his desk.
And after gracefully thanking him, he remarked indulgently.
"Nice to meet you, Temple Chief. My name is Euril. We are pleased to welcome you. It's an honor to meet you."
"Hello, I'm Meera Lilly, the temple chief. I hear he's a very good magician. Glad you could make it."
From the sound of his squeamish voice, the temple chief seems quite old.
He looks almost the same as a young man, except for the giggling ziva on his eyeballs and mouth.
"... by the way, what's that outfit?
"This was given to my grandmother, who used to work here."
"Oh, maybe a Eural Reel. You have a shadow."
"Yes. My grandmother took care of that verse"
Apparently, it was an outfit to push through the setting of grandmother and grandson.
The prospect is that if you direct them to similar reasons before they point out that they are similar later, they will become less unnatural?
My voice rises inadvertently from the side of Thor, who I admire as a good hand.
"Hmm, the granddaughter of Eural Reel? Nice to meet you, lady."
It was the woman who was near the window who had interrupted the conversation.
I don't know how old this one is either, but it looks pretty old based on how my voice looks.
Once talked to, Thor didn't miss Euril's ears shaking faintly again.
"Hello, do you know my grandmother?
"Oh, I guess we've known each other for quite a while. How you doing?
"Yeah, now you're going home and you're taking your time"
"Oh well. I'd like to hear more stories, and if you like, stop by the pharmacy later."
"Thank you for inviting me. If you have time, we will definitely ask."
To the words of a woman with short hair, Thor realizes that she is a pharmacist with whom Euril knows.
This could have been a bit of a hassle.
When the pharmacist woman had a meaningful grin, she now spoke to the temple chief.
"Then when the sun goes down, I'll come back for you. Until then, I've asked for these children, Master Melilla."
"Yes, thank you for your hard work"
"No, go ahead."
The woman, who gave a gentle tribute to the temple chief, walked out of the room, waving her ears gently at the Tors.
When the door closes, the conversation resumes as if nothing had happened.
I was wondering if you could touch me.
Placed on a black desk was a familiar soul tester at the Adventurers Bureau.
It's bigger than the most, about a turn in size.
In the first place, he invented soul measuring instruments and adventurer bills, the home of the Grey Ear clan, the northern power Stra.
There is a research institute called the Tower of the Wise, where a variety of demonic stone tools and so on are being developed every day.
Having seen the details of Euril's skilled tree, the temple chief shares his thoughts with a slight extension of his ear.
"You're young, but you're a lot more trained. Surprised."
"No, I haven't."
"That excessive humility looks just like the Eural Reel."
Standing up with that said, the temple chief took something like an outfit out of his desk drawer.
And when I go around the desk, I stand beside Euril.
On its neck, on one knee without saying anything, the temple chief turned and fastened the silver chain ornament.
"That gives the middle floor position of the trunk. From now on, I want you to do everything in your power to uphold Lord Stragin's honorable teachings."
"I will follow that role and accept it"
"This is a whisper, but an offering that shows God's power. They'll help you on your way."
"Thank you. It's such an honor."
"and from now on, so that we dedicate the fur tail part that we got, as a offering"
"Yes, sir, Lord Meera Lilliera Temple."
This seems to be the end of the conferral of the priest's rank.
Once again back in his seat, the temple chief urges Euril to sign the documents on his desk and write them as well.
"I look forward to your upcoming work."
Euril, who bowed his head deeply and exited the room, shut the door quietly before letting the Tors exhale heavily.
The silver-haired beauty with the troubled face squeaks with sorrow.
"I can't believe we're bowling here... If it's really bad between us, it's over."
"What do you want to do? Do you want to put it back out once you get home?
"It's just not a good idea to be invited to ignore..."
I hear loud laughter in my ears, accustomed to hearing from somewhere, at the toils that bother me face to face.
It seemed to be heard, from the hall of the blowout doorway.