A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

"Vizar! Bring me the ink!!!" she shouted with great force.

Vizar, her grandson, was twice her height, but he was still overwhelmed by her imposing presence.

"Coming, coming!" Upon hearing her call, the fortune teller's grandson hurriedly brought in ink.

This ink is not the kind of normal ink that people usually think of for writing.

“Young man, extend your left arm,” she said to Bray.

Bray hesitated for a moment, then extended his left hand.

"Roll up your sleeves."

He paused for a moment, then did as instructed.

What are you trying to do?

"Let me draw some patterns for you."

“???” Bray was shocked.

Wait a minute... Can he pull his arm back now?

But before he even had that idea, the fortune teller started drawing patterns on his arm with those pebbles and ink. Bray now had a really cool arm tattoo.

Yes, it's really cool, it's like having a superhuman arm.

However, he didn't want such a tattoo at all.

Simply put, he was no match for the fortune teller in terms of strength, and he was pressed down and tattooed.

Oh well... let him get a tattoo if he wants. He's a guy, so it doesn't really matter. Besides, it's not the kind of tattoo that would give him a bad impression.

The fortune teller said that the tattoo symbolized that he would be an ally of all the barbarians from now on.

As long as Bray rolls up his sleeves and shows them, he will get help.

In some cases, they may even be identified as barbarians by the primitive magic and witchcraft of some barbarians.

Strictly speaking, it's not a bad thing, it just gives off a very intimidating vibe.

Bray already has an eye patch; if he gets another arm tattoo, people will misunderstand him even more.

He just wanted to be an ordinary, law-abiding citizen.

But Bray was still puzzled as to why the fortune teller would inexplicably tattoo these patterns on herself.

Finally, the fortune teller told him that helping him was helping all the savages.

Although Bray couldn't understand it at all, he accepted the reason.

After learning that Lux would encounter some trouble, Bray immediately went to find his sister.

As expected, he was given a severe dressing-down by his younger sister.

He said Lux ​​would never believe such a thing.

Sigh, why is he, as the older brother, so unconvincing?

Other people's younger sisters call out "brother, brother" and believe everything their brothers say.

Lux simply used the word "bro," which seemed completely insincere.

"So the grand ceremony refers to Lux's assessment a few days later..." Bray muttered, resting his hands on the back of the bench.

He didn't just go to the academy and get criticized by Lux; he also asked a lot of questions, including about the "Grand Ceremony."

The word "grand ceremony" is very close to the word "grand ceremony," and it is undoubtedly the assessment that Lux will be participating in.

The assessment also had a competitive nature, making it quite entertaining and a program of the capital.

People still prefer watching competitive content.

Bray really wanted to find the so-called "evil object," but he still had no clue.

That divination was completely without any clues, so it was unrealistic to expect to solve the problem by relying on it.

"Sir, would you like some ice cream in this hot summer?" A male voice rang out in front of him just as Bray was feeling a bit helpless.

The voice was gentle and also gave people a very steady feeling.

Bray raised his right eye and sized up the guy who was trying to sell him ice cream.

"A clergyman?" He was stunned when he saw what the ice cream vendor looked like.

The guy selling ice cream with a box of ice cream on his chest was a man dressed as a priest.

"Right now, I'm just an ice cream vendor." The priest smiled slightly and pointed to the box on his chest.

"So, how many would you like?"

"Then I'll have one." Bray took out his money and casually took the ice cream the priest handed him.

He licked it noisily, then continued to stare blankly at the sky with dead fish eyes.

The sky over the capital city is uncomfortable to look at because too many buildings block the view.

More often than not, you see rooftops rather than the vast sky.

"Don't you know what you should do now?" the priest suddenly said to Bray.

Bray, who was still licking his ice cream, lowered his head and looked at the priest.

"A little."

"Here'll be another one, it might help you think about life," the priest said with a kind smile, giving Bray another ice cream.

"Um... I haven't finished eating what I have in my hand yet."

“It’s alright,” the priest interrupted Bray quite naturally.

"Here, take it."

"..." Bray didn't know why, but he took the ice cream from the other person's hand.

Tick-tock, tick-tock, the ice cream that Bray hadn't finished eating was starting to melt.

And he even had to pay for the ice cream for the priest at this time.

Hmm, has he been led by the nose without even realizing it?

Is this the trap of big cities? It's terrifying, absolutely terrifying; you can get trapped without even realizing it.

Why would clergy sell ice cream on the street? Shouldn't they be preaching in churches?

"My name is Thun, and there's a small chapel in Midtown that belongs to the 'Old Man of the Beacon.'"

"Those who are lost can find their direction there."

"By the way, there's also paid treatment, the kind with a license." After saying that, Father Thun left in front of Bray with his ice cream.

He continued hawking his wares on the street, selling ice cream in various ways.

“A final climax… Can you have some ice cream?” Bray looked at the ice cream in his left and right hands with a hint of helplessness.

"Master, what nonsense are you talking about? Have you ever seen a sword that can eat?"

"It's in the novel..."

"But I'm not!" the girl said angrily.

Bray let out a long sigh, not because he thought the ice cream was expensive, but simply because it would be a waste not to finish it.

He licked the melted ice cream off his hand with a "slurp," his dead fish eyes filled with helplessness.

"Come to think of it, I've never been to a church." He remembered Father Thun mentioning some churches in Midtown before he left.

After licking the ice cream again, Bray thought it tasted pretty good.

If he hadn't bought two, he would have thought it was a great deal.

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Although he knew something bad was about to happen in the capital, Bray didn't have any good solutions.

So after thinking about it for a while, he went to visit that so-called chapel.

Maybe it will give me some inspiration, right?

At first, Bray thought that Father Thun was being modest by saying "small".

But when he found it, he realized it wasn't modesty at all, but the absolute truth.

Looking at the small church, he could perhaps understand why the priest had gone to sell ice cream.

However, the church of this "beacon of light" is really hard to find.

Unlike churches with many believers, the church of the "Old Man of the Beacon" is a small minority within a small minority.

Bray asked many people before finally managing to find the place.

I really wish the priest had given me a specific address, so I wouldn't have wasted so much time.

By the time he found the small church, it was already evening.

The sky was a deep orange-red, like it was burning with fire, interspersed with a faint purple glow.

The thick clouds at this time looked like a newly painted oil painting.

In front of the church, several children were playing simple games.

Bray glanced around the church and then silently went inside.

Although the church is small, it is very clean and tidy, in no way inferior to those large cathedrals that have staff to clean it.

The place isn't big, so it doesn't matter if there are fewer people... that's roughly the idea.

He peeked inside and found that there were very few chairs for people to sit on in the chapel; people usually talked in the rooms.

The church where Father Thun works is excessively simple, with no worship services or similar rituals.

"Is anyone there?" Bray tried to ask.

“Yes!” the children playing games in front of the door replied in unison.

They even peeked into the doorway with Bray, but instead of looking inside the church, they were observing Bray on the side.

“I’m here to see the priest,” Bray said, his lips twitching slightly.

“If you’re looking for the priest, just keep walking,” a cute little girl answered, raising her hand as if answering a question in class.

"Thank you." Bray knew this too, but he still thanked the girl properly.

"You're welcome!" The girl seemed very happy after being thanked, and her tone became much more relaxed in her reply.

Then the children went back to playing their games as if nothing had happened, as if it had all been a little farce.

No, not just as if, that is it.

"I'm sorry, they probably weren't playing a prank on you, were they?" The priest came out when he heard a noise outside the door.

After seeing Bray with the children pretending to play a game, he knew what had happened.

“No, we weren’t playing pranks.” Bray shrugged. They probably just did something they thought was funny.

Of course, for a seasoned Bray, humph, this is boring.

“If I remember correctly, you are the adventurer who bought two ice creams from me,” the priest said with a smile, gesturing for Bray to come in.

"You know I'm an adventurer?"

"Most adventurers can tell at a glance."

And Bray is part of that majority.

Is there something you want answered?

"Answer my questions?"

“Yes, this is the church of ‘Gadell the Lamp,’ and as His priest, this is the only thing I do.” The priest glanced at the statue beside him and said quietly.

"Then what was the meaning of your previous statement that treatment could be paid for?"

“This one is an exception.” The priest looked at Bray with a profound expression.

"Okay." Bray thought maybe he shouldn't delve any further into this issue.

"I do have many questions I want answered, but are you sure you can answer them?"