Old Addison prepared the holy oil for the devout believers to cleanse themselves from in the early morning.

After all, the temple does not participate in political affairs. In non-wartime conditions, the priests have a lot of time to perform these rituals.

The old priest turned around and dropped the holy oil into the lamp pot. These holy oils were born from his prayers, and the gentle holy light filled the milky white fluid.

While the old priest was concentrating on his work, a big ugly face approached him and asked: "Old man, is that giantess your old sweetheart?"

The old priest's hand shook and he almost spilled the holy oil outside.

"Charles..." The corner of the old priest's mouth trembled. If it weren't for the fact that the bear boy in front of him was raised by him...

"What old friend are you talking about?" Although the old priest puffed his beard and glared, he kept moving his hands and poured all the holy oil into the lamp pot. After making sure that there was no leakage, he turned to face the reckless paladin.

"That giantess, I heard Uncle Alvin say that you chased her and was dumped by her." Charles scratched his head and asked, "Do you still want to continue your relationship with her?"

"How could you ask such a question? I believe in the Mother Goddess..." The old priest was shocked. He didn't expect that Alvin, an old and disrespectful drunkard, would reveal this matter to the child.

"The Mother Goddess does not require abstinence for priests, only paladins need abstinence." Charles asked confidently: "So do you still have this idea? I will be prepared."

"What are you going to do?" The old priest twitched his lips and planned to bend down to get the prepared stick.

"Be prepared to have a stepmother." Charles spread his hands and said innocently: "After all, it's the first time, so it's quite novel."

The wooden stick hit Charles hard on the big face and broke in response. Charles innocently touched his big face.

"There is no such thing! Do what you should do and be prepared to challenge Brenda's Festival!" the old priest said angrily. Seeing that his old man was anxious, Charles hurriedly turned around and ran away.

"Really, I am obviously only seventy or eighty years old, how can I act like an old man..." Charles muttered helplessly.

The lifespan of a priest is about one hundred and fifty years old.

Whether it is an ordinary civilian priest or a powerful legendary priest.

Even though the old man was seriously injured and his level dropped from a legend, he could still live to the end of his life, at the age of seventy or eighty, but he was still in his prime!

The old man was anxious, which meant that he had struck a chord with him!

Charles turned around and ran away. He was afraid that the old man would be so angry that he would hang him up and whip him.

It was indeed time to get down to business, Charles scratched his head.

For the Paladin, without any commission, the main business is to patrol around the city.

However, Charles has other options. Rather than patrolling, it is much more efficient to go directly to the "death crow" Ken Servais!

…

Old Addison took a breath and began to reflect on his irritability.

My heart is really messed up.

He even regained the temper he had during his years in the army.

He closed his eyes and confessed in front of the statue of the Mother Goddess, his thoughts gradually becoming calmer.

Julia Emily…

The old priest thought of the woman in his memory.

Arrogant and cold, like a flower on the high mountain, she is knowledgeable and knowledgeable, and her conversation is full of everyone's style.

He doesn't shy away from his emotions.

When there was no bread to eat, Julia threw him a piece of white bread.

He was still immature and still had a longing for that woman.

The world is so small. He originally thought that he would never see this giant priest until he died of old age.

"The saint thing..." Old Addison frowned.

Saint Daughter and Saint Son, these two names are very special.

In the history of the temple, the status of the Son and the Saint is equal to that of the Pope, and they often take over the position of Pope.

In Knox, this place is very classy.

Theoretically, the three-level structure of officiant, priest, and believer is maintained, and there is no such thing as a saint.

He went to the library to look through the information, and there was no record about Saint Knox in the temple records.

The leader of the temple said not to look at the saint, but he was still worried that something would happen.

It is up to others to get close to the saint and ensure that things are under control.

His old eyes narrowed into slits and he murmured to himself: "Speaking of which, wasn't the Servais whom Charles met before working under Saint Knox?"

He thought of the warlock in the basement, surrounded by many relics of the evil god in a bloody mess.

I need to talk to him and ask for help.

The warlock also looks very photogenic. You can see if he has any thoughts of joining the temple.

Old Addison turned around and left the church, came to the small room on the side of the church, and kicked the wooden door open!

This is a bedroom.

As soon as I opened the door, a smell of alcohol hit me!

The floor was littered with bottles of wine lying staggered.

The old priest walked directly in, picked up the old drunkard who was sleeping on the bed, and shot a holy light blessing on his face. The drunkard woke up, looked at the priest blankly, and asked:

"Ah... old Addison?"

Old Addison did not explain, but put the holy pot directly into the man's hand: "You come for the baptism, and I'm going to do business."

After saying that, he walked away, leaving the man in the room looking around blankly, then looking at the holy pot in his hand, and murmuring to himself:

"I'm off work today... Oops, that guy Charles spilled the beans!"

His face looked ugly, and he looked at the unopened wine on the ground. He felt uncomfortable even if he didn't drink it.

…

Ken is resting on the rooftop of Amy's mansion.

The view here is very wide and you can see the environment around the villa.

Compared to Amy's father, Julia Emily is obviously much more difficult to deal with.

In particular, the Trickery School hates opponents who can defeat ten guilds with one force. They have many methods, but they can't use any of them in front of such an opponent. They can only compete with hard power.

Because of this, Ken made many arrangements, but was completely unable to satisfy him.

If you use blasphemous spells, then you can do it, but if you use blasphemous spells in the residence of a true believer, that's not digging your own grave!

After resting, he opened the Lucas family book and started flipping through it.

After a day's rest, the next content is indeed ready to be read!

[If you want to inspire the souls in the spiritual world, and thus the souls in the real world, you must have a solid bond.

The link between the spiritual world and reality is actually the dream, but there are serious problems with this link. It is too fragile and too unstable.

Because of this, we need to replace quality with quantity and use hundreds or thousands of spell structures to run simultaneously to achieve a stable spell effect.

This is not only the principle of soul spells, but also the core of our Lucas Warlock spellcasting!

The initially created experimental spell was often later used for combat purposes, but this spell is actually the starting point for all soul spells.
Chapter completed!