Although Father Nobel looked like a middle-aged man about Doctor Schneider's age, Shade only noticed after they sat down that his temples were distinctly gray.
Mr. Bernhardt and Shade sat on the same side. Learning that Shade had not yet eaten lunch, he called over a waiter to order again. Father Nobel very amicably extended his hand to Shade, and after taking it, Shade once again confirmed that the man was an Eighth Ring Arcanist.
"This is the friend from out of town I mentioned."
Mr. Bernhardt made the introduction, then winked at Shade.
"Father Nobel and I have known each other for years. He is a devout, loyal, and trustworthy clergyman. I've already explained that you're one of us as well. You can trust him."
Shade nodded in understanding, and Father Nobel accepted Mr. Bernhardt's praise.
"Good afternoon, friend from out of town. You're looking for information from Common Calendar 1842, aren't you?"
He lowered his voice.
"I won't ask what exactly you intend to do, but you must promise not to cause trouble for this city."
"Yes. I can swear on my soul that even if I do cause trouble, I'll resolve it. I'm a peace-loving person. Mr. Bernhardt can vouch for that."
"Yes, this gentleman helped me settle quite a few major problems this autumn. He truly does love peace."
Mr. Bernhardt immediately chimed in, and Father Nobel raised his glass.
"To peace!"
He said it solemnly, and Shade and Mr. Bernhardt raised their glasses as well.
"To peace!"
The three wine glasses clinked above the table. After drinking, Shade clearly felt that the priest across from him had become somewhat more cordial. The middle-aged priest with graying temples took an eyeglass case from his pocket. After putting on a pair of small gold-rimmed glasses, he took