Ah, this... Syl was slightly stunned, as if she hadn't expected this Saintess of Justice to invite her to go beat someone up in such a simple and direct manner.
They had known each other for less than a minute, right... and it had already developed into a friendship of fighting together?
Regrettably, Syl didn't really want to get involved in other incidents right now. Although she wanted to find someone to learn more about the situation in Ibiza and provide an alibi for herself, she'd rather pass on the kind of thing that involved making trouble.
"I'm very sorry. Although I would love to go with you, I was just about to go have lunch..." Syl declined politely with a troubled look on her face.
"Lunch? Right, lunch." Jane clapped her hands lightly in front of her chest as if she had thought of something. She turned to the nun beside her, who was also wearing a gray church cloak, and said, "May, prepare the carriage. We're taking little Syl to eat."
After giving the order, Jane seemed to realize she should ask Syl.
She turned back to Syl: "Come on, let's go eat together. We can talk about the details while we eat—we're going to a super delicious Salar Noodle restaurant today."
Seeing that things were starting to develop in an uncontrollable direction, Syl took a soft breath and said:
"Um... okay."
Syl's original plan to get a free meal at the church fell through. Now, she was being led by the hand by Jane down a street, and then onto an ordinary-looking carriage.
The nun named May sat on the opposite seat, while Syl was pulled by Jane to sit beside her.
Jane only let go of her hand once Syl was settled.
Syl was still a bit uncomfortable with Jane's somewhat excessive enthusiasm, and even began to wonder if she was being foolishly kidnapped.
It wasn't until she activated Spiritual Sight and saw the small golden shield on herself that Syl's heart settled down.
Jane noticed Syl activating Spiritual Sight. She turned to look at Syl and asked curiously, "First Saint Rank, you've only drunk the first stage holy medicine? Have you just stepped into the transcendent realm?"
"Yes, that's right," Syl nodded, "about a few days ago."
"Oh... no wonder it's only..." Jane nodded, then suddenly snapped her head back to look at Syl, "What? You drank the first stage holy medicine just a few days ago?"
Syl nodded. Although Aishala had been slightly surprised by this before, Syl didn't think it was too exaggerated a thing.
After all, the first-rank potion of a Missionary was digested by High-Speed Chanting as soon as she drank it. This made Syl feel that the Saintess was actually a bit slow in digesting hers.
"goddess of justice above... you digested the holy medicine in just a few days?" Jane looked at Syl and muttered to herself, "I only just finished digesting the First Saint Rank Knight-Errant a few days ago and just drank the Arbiter holy medicine..."
"Second Saint Rank?" Syl praised sincerely, "Then you are very impressive, already at the Second Saint Rank."
"But I was stuck at the First Saint Rank for almost an entire year..." Jane's expression looked a bit bitter.
"Stuck for a year?" Syl became interested in this topic. She had no experience at all with how others digested holy medicine, and now there was a ready-made example for her to use as a reference.
"Yes, a year." Jane sighed, "The Knight-Errant holy medicine required me to steal money from the wicked and distribute it to the common people. I've made quite a few news headlines for that."
May, sitting opposite the two, added in a low voice:
"Because every time Your Highness Jane finished stealing, you'd give them a beating. That's bound to make the headlines..."
Hearing this, the corner of Syl's mouth twitched and her cheeks puffed out slightly, but she quickly reached out and naturally covered her mouth.
She almost laughed out loud.
This is called a 'Knight-Errant'? This is a bandit!
It would be a miracle if that could be digested!
Syl could already imagine the nun named May in front of her, frantically busy every day by the Saintess's side.
"Laugh if you want... anyway, it's already digested." Jane looked at Syl and shrugged helplessly, seemingly not caring that others laughed at this experience.
"Ahem..." Syl cleared her throat to make her expression look less mocking. She asked seriously, "So Jane, are you here in Ivisa District to digest your holy medicine?"
"Yes," Jane nodded, seemingly not avoiding the topic at all, "Generally speaking, those of the Second Saint Rank go to the Court of Justice Arbitration to serve as judges. They learn legal knowledge while making various judgments to digest the holy medicine."
"But don't you think it's too boring to sit there every day?" Jane asked back.
Syl nodded: "Oh... so you chose to come out and find cases to arbitrate and punish yourself? But why choose Ivisa District? It's not safe here."
"Don't you think Ivisa District is the place that needs arbitration the most?" Jane asked back with some confusion, "This is clearly the place with the highest crime rate. The vast majority of criminals in Suramar come from Ibiza, yet there isn't a single Court of Justice Arbitration here."
Hearing this, Syl finally understood Jane's intention.
It turned out she saw that Ivisa District was too chaotic and wanted to rely on her own passion to judge evil here with the scales of fairness and justice.
"Then how many cases have you arbitrated?" Syl was a bit curious about this, so she asked directly.
"Uh... I'm just about to start on the first one," Jane scratched her head, seeming a bit unconfident, "I've been busy gathering a chain of evidence these past few days. It's an accusation against a factory owner."
Hearing this, Syl became interested: "A factory owner?"
It wasn't some street criminal or something?
Starting to challenge the local power players as soon as she entered Ibiza—Syl didn't know whether to call her fearless or something else.
Jane pulled back the carriage curtain and looked outside. Seeing they hadn't reached their destination yet, she closed the curtain again and explained:
"Yes. Originally, I just caught a petty thief, and while I was preparing to arbitrate, I heard some rather sensational cases from him."
"A factory owner used his power to arbitrarily withhold the weekly wages of the laborers under him and threatened them into signing long-term labor contracts."
"Then, he began to... use his position to abuse and even..." Jane weighed her words and looked at Syl, continuing, "violate those male laborers."
"Huh?" Syl was stunned for a moment.
As if guessing Syl's reaction, Jane raised an eyebrow: "Yes, it's exactly what you're imagining."
To avoid any communication errors, Syl reorganized her language and continued to ask:
"You mean, a male factory owner used weekly wages to force low-level laborers into... fencing with him?"
"Fencing?"
Not just Jane, but May, who was listening to their discussion opposite them, was also stunned.
Soon, May was the first to realize something; her face turned slightly red and she lowered her head. Jane, on the other hand, thought about it for a long time before she understood.
After Jane understood what Syl was saying, her face turned red from her cheeks to her ears. She glared at Syl: "Where did you learn such words..."