Horace once again communed with the Gate of Myriad Laws deep within his soul.
[Under the current circumstances, what is the best way to "deal with" this jar of "divine blood"?]
The gate fell silent for a moment. Then an answer appeared that took Horace quite by surprise:
[Take it to the Church of Vows.]
Horace: "...?"
What would Turtle want with this stuff? The image of the Pastor of Vows, that great, all-embracing tortoise, surfaced in his mind.
Could Miriel actually be a collector who kept his talents hidden? Or did the Church of Vows have some function he knew nothing about?
Horace stared at the jar, then looked back at the answer, wrestling with himself.
Trust the Gate of Myriad Laws? Its fees were exorbitant, but its answers were usually right, even if the process seemed unreasonable.
Not trust it? He didn't seem to have any better options.
He gritted his teeth and made his decision.
"Let's take it there. Since the gate said so, at least it has somewhere to go. Besides, it might be safer with Turtle? At least nobody would think of going to the Church of Vows to steal a jar, right?"
He quickly reapplied several layers of more concealed Great Runes seals, completely cutting off the divine blood's aura.
Then he looked at Rellana.
"Rellana, I may need to make a trip to the Church of Vows." He tried to keep his tone natural. "Would you like to come?"
Though Rellana still had questions, she saw that Horace seemed to have made up his mind and nodded. "All right. I'll go with you."
The Church of Vows looked particularly peaceful in the afternoon sunlight. Yet when Horace and Rellana stepped through its doors, they found that the atmosphere inside