A middle-aged man with long flowing brown hair and a slight beard on his chin walked towards Qin Yi and others, looking at his strong muscles and the white bandage wrapped around his forearm.
, and the cross-shaped half gloves on the finger joints, Qin Yi can be sure that this guy is a reckless man (cough!) and a high-end combat power.
"Holy Envoy Uther", Galantis also nodded to this uncle.
"Is the Archbishop coming this time?"
"By the order of the Pope, I am bringing the Holy Son to see the Arbiter of Justice," Grandis explained his purpose.
"Oh? I thought you were here to ask about Nirbas again. Is this our next pope? It looks interesting." Uther looked at Qin Yi who was looking around and touched his unshaven hair.
Chin, said with interest.
"Yes, is the Arbiter of Justice here?"
It was obviously not the first time that Gladis had seen Uther, and he had already become immune to his somewhat off-kilter movements and tone of voice.
"Yes, yes, but this little guy still needs to pass my test if he wants to see Descartes~" Uther looked at Qin Yi with a malicious look on his face, smiling.
"What do you want to do?" Qin Yi was a little frightened by the strange look in this strange uncle's eyes, and couldn't help but speak.
"This is the Pope's order, don't go too far," Grandis said with a frown, but did not object.
"Don't worry, I know what's appropriate. Besides, this guy Descartes asked me to do this. I won't do such boring things," Uther said with an innocent look.
With the expression of "I believe you" on Glentis's face, Uther slowly took off the gloves on his hands and squatted down.
"Little guy, can you take it with you?"
Qin Yi raised his hand, looked at his hand and the obviously mismatched gloves, and looked at Michelle with an expression that seemed like you were teasing me.
"Yes, that's it. Don't underestimate it. It has been with me for decades. It has dispelled countless darkness."
"...I said, how can I bring this thing with me?" Qin Yi raised his hand, wanting this strange guy to see it.
"I know, but it doesn't matter. These things are blessed by the God of Light. Size doesn't matter at all." Uther's expression did not change at all.
Qin Yi had no choice but to reach out and take it. As soon as he took it, a heavy feeling came from his hands. Qin Yi felt that these gloves alone should have weighed more than ten kilograms. If it were another child as old as Qin Yi,
, you will definitely not be able to catch it just like this.
Although Qin Yi has not started practicing yet, in the process of improving his physique over the years, this twelve-year-old body should have a physical fitness that is not inferior to that of an average adult. Although it feels a little heavy, it can still
accept.
"What is this? It's so heavy." Qin Yi tried to put it on his hand, but no matter how he moved, he couldn't put it on.
But Qin Yi can clearly know that there is a divine power in these gloves, which seems to have the same origin as the God of Light.
The light on his hands glowed, and sure enough, the gloves became suitable for him. After Qin Yi put them on, he raised his head and looked at Michelle.
"that's all?"
"Well, sure enough, no wonder the Pope asked you to come here," Uther said with a genuine expression, "Okay, give it back, little guy."
"Tch~ Who cares about this thing of yours?" Qin Yi looked at Uther with disgust, but he had no intention of taking off his gloves.
I saw Uther reaching out and shaking his hand, and the power of light gathered in his hand. But the strange thing is that although Qin Yi can be sure that the power is definitely the power of light, there is still a kind of Qin Yi mixed in it.
The incomprehensible power, perhaps under the blessing of this strange power, the power of light that should have been pure white turned into azure blue like the sky in Uther's hands.
[What the hell is this growing sense of déjà vu~], Qin Yi complained silently in his heart.
Just when Qin Yi was complaining, the gloves that were originally firmly on his hands seemed to be guided. They trembled out of Qin Yi's hands and returned to the hands of their original owners. Not only that, Qin Yi also discovered
, when it was put on Uther's hand, the cross at the joints still glowed faintly, which was completely different from the ordinary look when it was in his own hand.
"So can I see the Arbiter?"
Grandis may have had enough of Uther's childish way of showing off, or maybe he didn't want to waste time here. Anyway, Grandis interrupted the interaction between Qin Yi and Uther.
"Okay, Descartes is inside, just go in by yourself, don't you need me to lead the way?" Uther pointed in a direction.
"Then there's no need. I'm not sure I'm more familiar with this place than you are." Glendis glanced at Uther angrily and walked inside with Qin Yi without looking back.
Entering, there was an old man sitting there cross-legged, with the same flowing long hair as Uther...?
"Sir Descartes!", the old man sitting cross-legged, Grandis, said respectfully.
"Glantis, I can still hear the confusion in your heart," Descartes, who was sitting there cross-legged, said without even opening his eyes.
"Master Descartes, I am not confused." However, Grandis shook his head.
"Even if your path will stop, will you insist on doing so?"
"So what".
"Hey!" Descartes was silent for a while, sighed, and slowly opened his eyes, "In that case, I won't force you to let it go, but if one day comes, I hope you can still have something like this.
Like the cross, it uses its perseverance to drive away evil as always."
"I believe in brother," Grandis once held the silver cross hanging on his chest.
"I hope so," Descartes nodded slightly.
Glendis left silently, leaving only Qin Yi still there, looking at the old man sitting cross-legged and looking at him in front of him.
"Um, flute...no, Lord Judge of Justice," Qin Yi said with some embarrassment.
"Little guy favored by the God of Light, if I told you that from now on, your miserable career will begin, what would you think?" Descartes suddenly laughed.
"...I think, is it too late for me to leave now?" Qin Yi twitched the corner of his mouth, feeling like he was on a pirate ship.