A large building adjacent to the City Hall was Tor's next destination.
Temple of Court.
It is a place where the priests who serve the Thunder God can discern sin through the power given to them by God.
They are called hearers. They are given the right to trial by the city and have the role of adjudicating cases that are brought in daily in accordance with national and city laws and bringing them to justice while revealing the truth.
Although it is the role of the Adventurer's Bureau to gather evidence of the arrest and crime of those most responsible, and also to enforce the punishment.
Through the corridor and through both open doors, there was a large space inside.
The decorative columns stretching from the left and right walls continue up to the high ceilings as they arc gracefully.
Furthermore, the wall itself was also covered with a dripping cloth with complex embroidery in purple yarn.
Long chairs lined to the back sloping on the floor.
When you look at the center at the end of a pock-and-empty aisle, the figure of a giant man standing at the stake pops into your sight.
A three-eyed man with a long spear - a statue of the Thunder God Gigiro.
A soft light of demonic stone lamps set at height had descended on all of them, causing them to float as fantastic sights.
"Wow, that's amazing..."
"Mr. Sola, this kind of decorative stand dedicated solely to appearance is just a sign of vanity, far from God's teachings. You've learned well."
"Eh, ah, yes"
"Nah, To. Why would he do that?
"No, you're wrapping cloth around your hips properly"
"Oh, you were in there? It's going up."
"Even so, it's sooo big. There's three times what I am."
"Mr. Sola, if it's a statue of Mr. Stragin in Stra's own country, there's fifty times that. Shall we take a look next time?"
"Eh, ah, yes"
"Is it time to go? I guess it fits over here."
Thor hastily urged the line as the ambient temperatures of Euril were about to cool down.
Through the side door, it was a small hall.
There is a large staircase leading upstairs, where large numbers of people can see each other going.
Moo only sparkled his eyes for a moment, but he sighed loudly at the decorated thin railings.
When asked at the receptionist counter in front of the central pillar, it seemed we had already received word.
Immediately a man in purple festival clothes was to come and be guided to the temple chief's room.
By inadvertently speaking out in the cathedral, he seems to have given up observing the prohibition in the divine domain.
While walking down the long corridor, Sola asks in a whisper.
"Hey, Tor. What if I accidentally, by mistake, discern sin?
"I mean sin, you spot lies. The nature of the inquisitor and the fact that he's lying about it, he'll find out."
It is not exactly a hearer, it is a characteristic of a lightning man.
When two lower branch skills and one medium branch skill are completed, the Lord of Thunder Essence trees can obtain certain properties.
It is called thunder-eye detection that makes it possible to discern the authenticity of the subject.
In order to confront the monster at close range and carry out its attack, it is necessary to perceive the falsity of the subject's movements.
It is a characteristic given for this purpose, but it is also advantageous for its application to humans.
A lot of lightning users get this characteristic, and it seems a classic flow to move to a hearing.
By the way, since land disputes, inheritance issues, etc. rarely show up, you should normally study the law.
Other than that, there may seem to be duel trials where duelists are represented.
"I see."
"As the magic moves get extreme, there's more or less a place to work in the temple. You know, it feels like being a Heavenly Newspaper."
"Heh, that's funny. Moo, are you going to be that hearer too?
"Moo can grab the raspberries and every one is good. And bread."
"Oh, I'd like that, too. You eat ho-dies every day."
"If you sell, you eat, you get into business."
Just a good separation of conversations, looks like we've reached our destination.
When the man who had knocked on the door told him what to do inside, he left with a compliment to the Tors.
"- Get in."
"I'm sorry to bother you"
The temple chief's room was the same luxurious outfit as the cathedral.
Spacious floors are covered with carpets with long hairy feet, and polished sandalwood furniture is subtly placed all over the room.
In the center of the room there was a leather bench across the street from the low table, with an old man sitting on the other side with a purple coat.
From the top of his head, he has lost his hair brilliantly, but his white beard stretches as far as his waist as it does instead.
In sharp eyes, a tightly tied mouth.
Like a gusty body, pinned spine, I don't think very much of an old person.
"Sit properly. Oh, he's not here."
Sitting next to the old man, Moo looks up at his face with an intriguing look.
The old man opened his mouth again, anticipating the Tors sitting face to face.
"It's Zazam, the temple chief. I'll listen to you."
With that said, the person who was supposed to be the greatest in the temple lifted a teapot placed on the low table unconstitutionally.
Pour the reddish tea around in a cup placed in front of Tequipaki and Tor's.
I pressed the cookies up in front of the kids even more.
"See, because you like to drink and eat. Damn, it's been a long time since I called."
"Can I put this on!?
"Here you go!
"Sorry I'm late"
"Oh, I'm not angry about anything. I don't like old people who have their fun stretched out."
Zazam let Moo lift his jaw slightly as he grabbed the cookies in both hands and cheeked them.
Both eyes with their purple glow narrow slowly.
"Hmm. It's just a rumor, and it's going to be interesting."
"This is delicious! Are you kidding me?
"No, I don't want it. When I'm old enough, the powdery stuff tends to get stuck in my throat. Well, I'll show you."
It was the familiar crystal balls that Zazam put on the table, saying so.