I Am A Priest In The Otherworld

This is the first time the word ‘charge’ is misheard for the supplicant. It is a very new word, but the meaning is not difficult to understand.

But the phrase "charge the angels" made it difficult for him to understand, and he felt that the three views were subverted.

He had a vague feeling in his heart that the key to many of the problems he had been puzzled by before was likely to fall on this ‘charge’.

Must be charged to become an angel?

Is it necessary to use this large-scale enchantment to charge?

Can I also use this method to promote angels?

He had a lot of guesses in his heart, and he felt that a brand new door was in front of him, and he could take the long-awaited step just by opening it gently.

The hand holding those enchantment design drawings couldn't help but clenched tightly, as if clenching a life-saving straw.

Gallo noticed the supplicant wandering over there for a while, and said in an angry tone:

"What are you stupid? Are you serious about listening to me? Are your mages so rude?"

The supplicant quickly coughed and withdrew his thoughts.

"Ahem, please continue to say, I will remember it in my heart."

"So, there is no problem setting up this enchantment, right?"

Gallo asked.

"of course!"

The supplicant replied very positively.

Gallo continued to ask:

"How much can be arranged? Naturally, the more things that concern the safety of the world, the better."

"And the longer it can be maintained, the better!"

The supplicant looked at the list of materials carefully, and then estimated it in his mind.

With his current family background and the current accumulation and income of the Invoker School, if there are no major accidents in the future, he can maintain five enchantments of this size.

If you gritted your teeth and lived a little bit harder, and further squeezed those other forces and imperial nobles attached to the school, you should be able to add three more, which is almost the maximum limit.

For this reason, they had to stop the operation of the school’s headquarters, Cloud City, and were very afraid of accidents and risks. Once something happened, it was likely to collapse.

The supplicant originally reported the relatively conservative number of five.

But he changed his mind and thought this was an excellent opportunity. The king of angels in front of him also looked like a reliable thigh. If he could seize this opportunity and hug tightly...

He suddenly grew evil to the guts, boasting to the sea:

"Ten! If I go all out, I can maintain ten enchantments of this size, knowing that we will win the final victory!"

Gallo frowned when he heard the number.

ten seats? So many? Is the mage so rich?

His previous psychological expectation was that the other party could bear the burden of the three seats, and he was already very satisfied, but now it has more than tripled?

Isn't this stuff bragging?

The supplicant had been paying attention to the changes in Gallo's expression, and naturally noticed the tiny movement of his frown.

He couldn't help but freeze, and almost added two more seats, so that Gallo could smile.

But I really didn't dare to say this. Ten seats might still be squeezed. Trying to find a way, but with twelve seats, you won't be able to make up for your waist.

This enchantment is too expensive. Not only is the cost high, but the subsequent maintenance costs are also very high. It can bear ten seats, which is already an astronomical expense.

He had to reluctantly explain:

"Master Gallo, ten seats are already my maximum limit..."

"It's not easy to even maintain such a cost. I really can't increase it anymore."

When Gallo saw this, he didn't embarrass him too much. This kind of long-term investment can't be too tight or too extreme, otherwise it will easily collapse.

Besides, Shizuo has far exceeded his expectations.

But he pretended to be a little disappointed, and replied:

"All right, ten seats, ten seats, although I originally had high hopes for you..."

"Please forgive the subordinates for incompetence."

The supplicant hurriedly fell to his knees, and had changed his words and regarded himself as a "subordinate".

"Forget it, you can arrange it as soon as possible. If you have any situation, please contact me through this."

As Gallo said, he took out a piece of hard bread from his arms, and then reached out and wrote an angel rune on it. This is equivalent to a special blessing. The specific effect is similar to that of the gods leaving various marks in reality. .

Through this piece of bread, Gallo can communicate with the supplicant at any time, know his spatial coordinates, and perform various operations in fold-over.

Like Pope Shenguang, Archbishop Atanis also had similar things, but they had a cup of pudding and a small half of corn on the cob.

The supplicant took the loaf of bread with both hands and tried a little bit.

Bang hard!

Then he glanced at the rune on it again.

I couldn't understand it at all, and I felt dizzy, and I seemed to be able to hear the low voices like chants.

Obviously, even a demigod cannot look directly at this thing.

He hurriedly put the bread close to his body, and wondered how to study the mystery on it.

"That's it. Although you are a mage, you are still very familiar."

Gallo said, got up from the chair, ready to leave.

In his hand, he was still playing with the bright gold bracelet before, and he didn't even mean to return it.

The supplicant naturally dare not say anything.

But the puppet angel Ral seemed to be not enough, flapping his wings again, rushed into a treasure shop window, and took out a sword hilt from inside.

"My lord, this is good!"

Ral handed the hilt to Gallo.

There was a sudden urge to strangle the goods in the supplicant's heart.

The hilt is the relic of a saint during the melee of the gods, which is the so-called ‘saint’s relic’

And this saint is not the kind of saint canonized by a certain sect. The kind of saint canonized through the sect can only be regarded as a false title, a nice name, and generally only those sects will recognize it. .

The saint who left the hilt of the sword is a true saint. The biggest difference from the canonized saints is that he can be recognized by everyone, and he only needs to report his name, even if it’s an unknown saint. The masked stranger knew that he was a saint.

There is a mysterious feeling of "No one in the world knows the emperor", as if the world canonized him as a saint.

This kind of true saint is a kind of existence more rare than demigods, angels, and deities, and it is not a concept at all with the canonized saints of the rotten streets.

Except for the fallen one, all the supplicant knows is the teacher of the betrayer, the saint Yoro.

That’s why this sword hilt is very precious. Before Saint Yoro was alive, it should be the only saint’s relic in the world. It is considered to be one of the most special and precious collections of the Invoker’s collection. .

As a result, they were all snatched by that ragdoll-like ghost!

Although the supplicant hated this product, he did not dare to make trouble, let alone make a move.

Although he didn't feel any pressure or fluctuation on this doll, it seemed like an ordinary doll, but the more so, the more alert he was.

How can there be ordinary rag dolls in this world that can move and talk?

If the influence of magic and divine arts, why is there no fluctuation at all?

Obviously, this ragdoll should be a special existence, and very powerful, and its coercion and aura convergence are so detailed that even the strongest demigod on the ground can't detect it.

Otherwise, it has no reason to stay with the King of Angels, right?

So even if the supplicant is so distressed, he can only swallow this bitter fruit by himself, as it is his subordinates' compensation for Gallo's various troubles before?

After getting the hilt, Gallo also looked at it carefully, and then said sadly:

"This is indeed something of our sect."

"This saint, who has no name, is the person who arranged to clean up the mess when I was asleep. He successfully completed the task of the goddess, built a temporary shelter for the believers, and was promoted to an angel. Finally, he was fighting Sacrificed in the war of the Star God..."

"Although I probably remember his deeds, I can't remember his name."

The supplicants on the side listened for a moment, wondering whether they should cherish the memory of the saint, or feel the terrible and cruel Star God, or continue to feel distressed for their collection.

After Gallo put the hilt away, he raised the gold bracelet in his hand and asked:

"By the way, I almost forgot about it, this thing is the phylogeny of the Lich, right?"

The supplicant was slightly startled, and subconsciously wanted to excuse, but after another thought, he nodded decisively and admitted:

"Yes, it is a phylogenetic of a friend of mine."

Liches were all mages before they were alive, which is one of the reasons why Gallo thinks the profession of mages is very evil.

Therefore, it is normal to maintain a certain connection between the Lich and the Wizard.

However, it seems that there seems to be a deep friendship between this lich and the supplicant, and he will actually entrust such an important thing as the phylogenetic to him.

Since the supplicant had already admitted, he simply broke the pot and confessed:

"In fact, in the early years, I was worried that I might not be able to cross that threshold in my lifespan. I also had the idea of ​​transforming into a lich, and learned a lot about this."

"From then on, I took on a deep friendship with her... But later, I gave up this idea and didn't dare to face such death and fate."

"Master Gallo, are you planning to... kill her?"

Gallo did not answer directly, but replied ambiguously:

"It depends on the attitude of the kingdom of the dead."

The petitioner couldn't help but smiled bitterly. He was about to plead, but he heard Gallo continue to say:

"However, I allow you to vent the news."

The supplicant knelt down and said nothing more.

Gallo continued:

"If you want to take that step, naturally you don't need to become a lich, just do things for me."

After all, there was a slight hint of authority in him, the half he had snatched from Visa.

Just a slight breath of breath is enough to benefit the supplicant infinitely, and the harvest of this breath is far more than the inexplicable and useless research he conducted before.

Today I only met with Gallo, and I have had two such insights and gains, which surpassed the results of his previous research for hundreds of years.

The petitioner immediately thanked him again and again, and kept the fluctuation and taste of the breath firmly in his heart.

"Do things well, and naturally won't treat you badly."

As Gallo spoke, he activated the turn and left the treasure house.

He has always believed in the principle of'one stick and one carrot' if you want a horse to run, you have to feed the horse's principle, and let the supplicant taste some sweetness in advance, so that he can do his best, but not stealing, playing slippery and slowing .

The role of the supplicant is quite important. He leads the entire supplicant school almost alone, and can even be said to be the leader of all wizards. This kind of character is difficult to replace and can only be used well.

Before, he was a little worried about what to do if this guy refused to give up. Although this kind of person is easy to kill, it will be difficult to find a person who can integrate the power of the wizard.

Fortunately, the supplicant is still very persuaded, knows the current affairs well, and things are going smoothly.

Of course, the successor must still keep an eye on this guy, so as not to toss another moth.

As for the supplicant's side, after Gallo left, he also looked slack and slumped on the ground with a large amount of cold sweat oozing from his back.

He hasn't been embarrassed like this in a long time.

In the previous communication with Gallo, he had maintained a state of mental tension, but he couldn't see it.

It is really not easy to face a terrible existence that can obliterate oneself at any time. Every sentence and every move must be carefully considered and considered for fear of causing the other party's displeasure.

too tired! Tired than licking a dog!

Fortunately, the king of angels is not as irritable as he imagined, he is actually quite easygoing and approachable.

"Huh~ This time, I have gained a lot, so I have to hurry up and digest it."

"However, the task of the King of Angels must be done first."

The supplicant kept sitting and directly teleported back to his usual laboratory, sitting back to his original position very accurately.

On the table in front of him, there was also the crystal container that stored some holy power.

The supplicant glanced at the thing with disgust, and threw it into the pile of debris behind him.

Before, this thing was regarded as a treasure, but now it looks like a tasteless taste, and the little thing that the King of Angels casually leaked from his fingers has benefited him a lot.

He even wanted to praise the King of Angels, and praise Gallo.

Then, the supplicant lay on the table again and began to write letters seriously.

The first two letters are two orders for the students he trusts most to carry out the various preparatory work for the arrangement of the enchantment.

Then, he wrote a letter to his Lich friend, reminding her to pay attention, but pay attention to the wording, only to remind that there will be a powerful existence imminent in the kingdom of the dead.

After sending the letters separately, he went to his desk and continued to study.