Impossible, absolutely impossible! I must have been whimsical again! Elemente hated to give herself two mouths and sober herself up. But he put his hand up and put it down, and he felt that he could not waste what little strength he had left on abusing himself—well, in fact, he was reluctant to beat himself.

But—what if it really was an oracle?, though Element himself did not believe that the oracle, one of the two great secret techniques of the Holy See, could so easily fall into his hands and be mastered by himself, the passage that was so clear and lingering in his mind was so tempting to him.

Do you want to try again?," Elemente said to herself. Maybe you can find the exit of this labyrinth with this oracle technique?

Thinking of this, Element couldn't help but start silently reciting the text in his mind, and sure enough, another picture appeared in his mind. In this picture, Eliment stands up and walks to the corridor on the left, stops eight steps into the corridor, then takes something from the fourth gold brick on the right-hand side of the wall, throws it in his mouth and begins to chew wildly.

Elemente was thrilled by the image in her mind, and almost immediately followed it. Sure enough, when he found the gold brick indicated in the picture, he found that the gold brick was moving.

Eliment gently pushed the gold brick, and the gold brick retracted into the wall, revealing a storage compartment behind it, which contained a sacred fruit that was only a specialty of the Holy Mountain—it was said to be extremely resistant to decay, and could remain for decades without decay, and after eating, it would ensure that you would not go hungry for three days.

Even now, this fruit is so precious that only a bishop of the diocese is entitled to eat it when he returns to the Holy See headquarters.

During the Great War of the Ten Thousand Races, it was precisely because of the existence of this holy fruit that it served as the rations of the Terran soldiers, and the final victory of the Terran coalition should be said to have contributed absolutely to the contribution of the Holy Fruit - in the later stage of the Great War of the Ten Thousand Races, the ecosystem of the entire continent was on the verge of collapse, and many soldiers fought with hunger.

Seeing this fist-sized, glittering golden holy fruit, saliva unconsciously filled Eliment's mouth, and he immediately took out the holy fruit from the storage compartment and chewed it heavily.

Holy Fruit! It's really Holy Goye~ A holy fruit went down his stomach, and the feeling of fullness immediately filled Eliment's whole body, and he really realized what he had eaten at this time, I am afraid that even the Pure Priest had never enjoyed such holy relics.

The most important thing is that Element is now almost certain that the text that inexplicably appeared in his mind is the real oracle!

An oracle that can predict the future! Element wanted to yell a few times to vent her excitement. It is no exaggeration to say that as long as he can master the oracle technique, his identity will immediately become different. Even in the Holy See Headquarters, you can get a high position.

It is said that after the Great War of the Ten Thousand Races, the two great secret techniques of the Holy See were almost lost. Except for the current Pope Gyllenhaal, almost no one is proficient in the art of oracles, and as for the sacred retrospective, even His Majesty the Pope only knows the spell without fully mastering it, and can only do so that it will not be lost.

If you reveal the news that you have mastered the oracle technique...... Electra began to fantasize about the sight of the Holy See at that time.

In order to confirm his fantasy, Eliment began to use the oracle again, but to his surprise, after the spell was silently recited, the magical image did not appear for a long time.

Why didn't it work? Eliment patted his face in wonder, could it be that he was daydreaming again? But his full stomach told him that what had just happened was absolutely true.

"The oracle failed?" an old, unfamiliar voice suddenly appeared in Eliment's ear.

"yes, I don't know how!" replied Elemment. After answering, he realized that something was wrong, how could there be a second person's voice in this golden labyrinth?

Eliment quickly looked in the direction from which the voice came from, and saw an old man with a hat and an ordinary priest's robe looking at him with a smile on his face.

"Wow~There are ghosts~" Eliment shouted in horror, and the mournful voice echoed through the golden labyrinth.

"Ghosts?" The old man looked around suspiciously, as if he understood something, and asked funny: "This is the core of the Holy See, what ghosts can survive here?"

"You—here—where—" Elemment stammered, not knowing what to say. As far as his wisdom told him that what the old man said was very reasonable, I was afraid that the most powerful necromancer in the history of the Ariant continent would not be able to summon any haunted house in a place with such abundant divine energy. But the sudden and silent appearance of a person in the silent labyrinth is indeed indescribably reminiscent of ghosts that have disappeared without a trace.

"Are you trying to ask where I'm from here?" asked the old man with a smile. Although he wore the robes of an ordinary priest who was only one level higher than Eliment, he had a noble temperament that Eliment could not describe, and Elemente probably could not have this kind of temperament in his life.

"Yes, yes, exactly!" said Eliment, pointing impolitely at the old man's nose, his trembling fingertips as if ready to remove a foreign object from the old man's nose that did not exist.

"Let me ask you, where is this?" the old man asked patiently. He didn't seem to see Eliment's fingers shaking in front of his eyes, and he didn't care about Element's disrespectful behavior.

"Here...... It's still in the prayer tower, right?" guessed Elemant, cautiously. He had been wandering around the labyrinth for so long, and he vaguely felt that the scope of the labyrinth should be much larger than the prayer tower.

The poor Priest Trainee still has no access to anything about space magic. Except in the prayer tower, he couldn't imagine where he should be now.

"That's a good point. The old man nodded with a smile, and then asked, "Then who is eligible to be in the prayer tower?—— except for you pilgrims." ”

"Of course, it's the upper echelons of the Holy See—" Eliment's voice suddenly paused after replying, "Wait a minute, you can't be some big man in the Holy See, right?"

The old man smiled slightly and acquiesced to his statement, revealing an expression of "You guessed it, hurry up and compliment me".

Unexpectedly, Eliment didn't look at him at all, but shook his head like a rattle: "No, no, no, don't bully me for not being knowledgeable." How could a dignitary of the Holy See wear only an ordinary priest's robe? I have heard that the Holy See headquarters is a place of high rank!"