Ollanius... Oll?

Zhou Yun rubbed his brow and walked out from behind the church.

Agrippa saw Zhou Yun and nodded in greeting.

"Wizard, finished with your witchcraft?" Agrippa said to Zhou Yun with a smile.

Wizard... That made Zhou Yun sound like some kind of blue thing.

Zhou Yun rolled his eyes helplessly. "Who are you calling a wizard? Who are you calling a wizard?!"

"Your teacher claims to be an inheritor of the wisdom from the age of the ancient kings of witchcraft. If you're not a wizard, then what are you?" Agrippa laughed.

Zhou Yun was not surprised to hear that Lucretius was a "wizard."

Not long after meeting Lucretius, he had noticed psychic traces around him and realized that his teacher was also an unsanctioned psyker.

But Zhou Yun was not particularly worried that Lucretius might be a follower of Tzeentch.

The reason was simple. Though Mr. Tzeentch was an evil god, he had standards for qualifications, intelligence, and psychic ability.

Under Teacher Tzeentch, having sufficient psychic power did not necessarily earn rewards, but lacking it definitely brought punishment.

And as for Lucretius's psychic ability...

Put it this way: if Zhou Yun left such obvious psychic traces around himself, Greyfax would definitely let him sample the Inquisition's traditional handiwork.

From Agrippa's words, Lucretius had probably learned his psychic arts from unearthed artifacts.

Crude and unsystematic, rough and entirely lacking in beauty, they did not even meet the lowest rank in the Inquisition's evaluation of psychic techniques. They were purely village mutt-tier.

Even when psykers of this village mutt-tier possessed great psychic power, they often had obvious flaws.

For example, unstable minds; needing time to cast; knowing only how to bludgeon people with psychic force; or, most commonly—no matter what psychic technique they used, they had to shout it aloud.

Most psykers of this sort were also easy to deal with. The Black Ships handled them by putting a gag in their mouths. That way, even if they possessed high-level psychic power above level 11 Ζ, they could not use it.

Being lumped together with village mutt-tier psykers like Lucretius made Zhou Yun somewhat displeased, so he naturally did not care for the title of wizard.

"Oh, right."

Looking at Agrippa, Zhou Yun suddenly thought of something.

"Do you know Ollanius?"

"Hm?" Agrippa raised his brows, seemingly not expecting Zhou Yun to mention that name. "You know him?"

"No, I just thought the name sounded familiar." Zhou Yun shook his head.

Agrippa pondered briefly.

"Ollanius was the former bishop of this church. He served here for many years."

"Back then, he took part as a soldier in Conor's campaign against Elyrium. He was also the one who carried me back after I lost a leg in that war."

"What happened afterward? Where did he go?" Zhou Yun asked.

"After handing this church over to me, he left Macragge. Maybe he's already dead." Agrippa waved a hand.

Zhou Yun almost immediately noticed the flaw in Agrippa's words.

He had seen the name Ollanius on the donor list from when the church had been built, beneath the mosaic.

And this church was clearly far older than a few decades.

Yet Agrippa said Ollanius had still been alive... Had he lied?

One of Zhou Yun's brows rose slightly. A simple little trick from the Telepathy School confirmed that Agrippa had not lied.

Which meant Ollanius had lied.

Could that Ollanius really have lived from several thousand years ago until now? No, wait.

Ollanius... Oll...

If that Ollanius was the person Zhou Yun had in mind, then he had lived far longer than just a few thousand years.

Unfortunately, according to Agrippa, he was no longer on Macragge.

What a pity...

Zhou Yun shook his head, waved goodbye to Agrippa, and headed toward the shelves in one corner of the church.

The girl named Diana was arranging the goods on the shelves.

Though the prices were somewhat steep, Zhou Yun had to admit that this church's bread was delicious.

He planned to buy more and bring some back for Tita to try.

And replace that damned fish sauce while he was at it.

That bottle of Talassar fish sauce truly made Zhou Yun suspect it had received some blessing from Nurgle.

"Six loaves of bread and a bottle of fish sauce, please." Zhou Yun bent slightly as he spoke to Diana.

The moment Diana heard that, her eyes lit up. She quickly took down the bread and fish sauce Zhou Yun wanted and packed them up.

As Zhou Yun reached for his wallet, he suddenly froze.

He only had two Asses left, and those had been pocket money Tita had given him earlier. It was not enough to pay for the bread and fish sauce.

All he had left were the Denar silver coins Lucretius had given him.

Zhou Yun shook his head and took out a Denar silver coin from his pocket.

"No need for change." Zhou Yun held out his hand and placed the silver coin before Diana.

The child looked a little thinner than others her age, and her hair was somewhat dry. Though she seemed healthy, she clearly did not usually eat very well.

It was obvious that Agrippa's family was poor in a truly soul-stirring fashion.

After all, on Macragge, there might not even be more people who believed in Catholicism than in the Flying Spaghetti Church—Zhou Yun had actually seen a Flying Spaghetti Church in the Temple District just now. It was hard to imagine that this thing had survived until the present day.

Zhou Yun was confident that he would soon no longer be short of money, so he did not begrudge a single Denar silver coin—though if Tita found out, he would probably get scolded.

Diana watched the Denar silver coin glimmer faintly in the church's candlelight, and her eyes immediately widened.

When she heard Zhou Yun say there was no need for change, she gave a startled cry, then solemnly accepted the silver coin from him with both hands.

The little girl's reaction made Zhou Yun laugh. One Denar was roughly three or four days' worth of food for an ordinary person. It was not a trivial sum, but Diana's reaction was truly a little exaggerated.

Especially the way Diana was looking at him now.

That gaze could almost be called worshipful...

The God of Denar be praised...

"...Hm?" Zhou Yun seemed to hear Diana's voice.

But it had not come from the material universe.

It had come from the Warp.

Zhou Yun blinked, surprised to discover that his psychic potential had actually risen slightly.

How could that be...

Wait, could it be...

The corner of Zhou Yun's eye twitched.

He remembered that when he first awakened the Emperor's memories, he had not obtained any skills.

But when he had awakened memories just now, he had gained that damned skill, <One Hundred Sixty-Nine Romantic Lines Every Roman Must Know>.

That meant he could learn the Emperor's skills when he awakened the Emperor's memories.

He had most likely gained a skill the first time as well, but had not noticed it then.

It seemed that he could gain psychic power from worship... or perhaps faith.

For a moment, Zhou Yun did not know whether to say that this skill's definition of faith was too broad, or that Diana's faith had come far too easily.

And this little girl... What was this God of Denar nonsense? What had she been thinking?

It was fortunate that this faith had been directed at Zhou Yun, and fortunate that this was Macragge.

In some other place, praying carelessly could truly attract troublesome things.

Zhou Yun walked out of the church carrying the bread and fish sauce.

Outside, the sky had become completely dark. The four full moons had risen to their zenith, their brilliant moonlight nearly illuminating the entire black night sky and making the stars dim.

Only a star suspended in the northwest remained bright, like a glowing eye watching Zhou Yun all the way down the mountain and back to the heart of the Temple District.

At that moment, Zhou Yun suddenly saw a figure he found quite familiar emerge from the Semuneta Temple.

At the sight of those distinctive red shoes, the corner of Zhou Yun's mouth curled into an involuntary smile.

"Cicero, my beloved friend!"