I Am A Priest In The Otherworld

"We are from the Miya sect."

The paladin heard the old bishop repeat it again, and then noticed the name of this somewhat unfamiliar sect, and a subordinate next to him remembered something, and hurriedly whispered a few words.

The Paladin then showed a awake expression, and said quickly:

"It turns out to be a friend of the Miya sect. I'm sorry, I haven't closed my eyes since yesterday until this meeting. My mind is a bit messy, and I almost forgot the instructions of Lord Atanis..."

"Your campsite is already ready. It is the best location. Please come with me."

With that said, he managed to squeeze a rather enthusiastic smile, and quickly walked forward to lead the way.

"Why does this man change his face faster than flipping a book? Did you use magic?"

Gallo asked in a low voice.

"No..."

The old bishop shook his head:

"It's just that Atanis has always been more careful and always makes arrangements in advance."

"Who is this Atanis? The name sounds familiar..."

Gallo asked curiously.

"That's the unique guest the other day."

Hearing the old bishop’s answer, Gallo suddenly showed a thoughtful expression. It seems that the guest should have had a speculative chat with the old bishop, and the conversation was very enjoyable. After seeing this kind of thing here, he gave Some little help.

It seems that the teachings of the goddess are right, and it is right to be kind to others.

The paladin took Gallo and the others to a clearing next to it. It has been cleaned up. It is also close to the camp of the three major Orthodox churches, and it is wide open, and it is also very close to the beam of light, compared to before. I don’t know how strong the rocky beach is.

A crusader took out a wooden sign that he carried with him, carved the name of the Miya sect on it with a sword, and then inserted it to the side to indicate the temporary ownership of this area.

In order to alleviate the previous embarrassment, the paladin also explained two sentences:

"There are so many people who come to pay homage to the miracles. There are many people, and I don't know if there are cultists and thugs among them. We can't distinguish and screen them one by one. We can only divide the territory clearly like this, so as not to cause trouble. "

"I have offended a lot before, and I hope to understand Haihan."

The old bishop and Gallo nodded, expressing understanding.

The paladin breathed a sigh of relief, and watched Gallo unload the large and small bags from the car, and couldn't help but ask curiously:

"You actually came to such a deep place with this mule?"

It was not easy to walk on the way in. He had a deep understanding of the fact that the carriage could not get in at all, so how did this mule drag the cart in?

"Amia is not a mule, she is obviously a donkey!"

Gallo quickly corrected the other party's wrong statement, and added:

"It's very strong, so naturally it can drag a car in."

The Paladin was stunned to hear, but he didn't have the energy to ask, he said a few words, turned and left.

As soon as he turned his head away, Gallo and Amia started to set up a tent, and the old bishop planned to take the little cats to find dry wood for the fire.

As for Lilian Luo, she slept soundly...

"Why don't you go? It's pretty bright here. If you need fire, why not just use Holy Flame?"

Gallo stopped the old bishop who was about to leave.

After all, this place is already within the scope of the ruins wasteland. Although it is illuminated by that beam of light, the surrounding area is still bright, and the visibility is slightly higher than that of the full moon night, but there are still many areas shrouded in darkness, and no one knows there. Is there any danger hidden in the face?

But the old bishop declined his kindness:

"Don't worry, I won't go far, and I can save you some energy..."

"And we always have to eat hot food? Your holy flame, but even water can't burn..."

After Gallo listened, he couldn't help lowering his head in ashamed.

When the church was still in difficulty before, he also used the idea of ​​replacing ordinary flames with holy flames, so that he could save the church a sum of money for firewood.

But he quickly gave up this immature idea, because the power of the holy flame is not easy to control...

Throw the potatoes in and immediately vaporize; when used to boil water, they can melt a pot.

"Then I will go, you are old, don't toss yourself."

Gallo followed again.

"It's okay, don't underestimate me."

The old bishop smiled and stubbornly left with the little milk cats.

After a while, the tent was set up, and the old bishop returned smoothly with firewood, and a bonfire was raised.

Gallo threw a few potatoes into the fire, then turned to look at the little cats who were helping the old bishop with their luggage.

The little milk cats were startled at once, and hurriedly yelled at Lilian Luo who was still sleeping.

"No, are you wrong? I'm just worried about what you eat..."

Gallo said helplessly.

"I brought goat's milk."

As the old bishop said, he poured the goat's milk that had hit the bottle into a small pot and put it on the campfire to heat it up, then picked up the little milk cats one by one, and wrapped them in scarves.

Even in the wild, quality of life must be pursued.

After a simple dinner, the two Gallo, who were struggling in their boats and carts, planned to take a rest earlier. The old bishop gave them a cleansing technique to clean their clothes and bodies, and then put on the same pajamas and long Nightcap with a long tip and a ball of fluff.

After all, sleeping in the wild, different from home, and the temperature on the wasteland is still very low, with a layer of clothing on your body, it feels more secure.

However, Gallo was still not at ease enough, and he blessed the old bishop Little Milk Cat and Lilian Luo with several magic arts to ensure that even if they were attacked in their sleep, they would not be in danger of life.

The old bishop silently felt these magic techniques on his body, and couldn't help showing a dumbfounded look. This kid actually came up with a set of all the gods of refuge from the first to the seventh...

Although it does not affect the activity, it gives him a kind of wearing a plate armor...oh no, it should be like wearing a city wall...

Moreover, these divine arts are not simply blessed layer by layer, but form a set of systems with each other. Not only can they complement each other, but they can also resonate and stack with each other, and the protective performance they exert may not be inferior to the need for gods or angels. A Tier 8 Divine Art that can only be performed after consent...

This means that under the demigod, no one can shake this set of defenses...

The old bishop secretly evaluated it in his heart and came to a terrible conclusion.

Maybe this kid can really take the little milk cat to challenge all kinds of beasts...

But... his previous protection magic is not so powerful? Has it been modified again?

Was it after being watched by the Moros Tree?

"This should be no problem, you can sleep at ease."

Gallo clapped his hands and smiled at ease.