"You are right. The punishment mode of the clergy is indeed like this, but... although I don't know where you know so many things about "priesthood", what's the point of telling me about these things now?"

Looking at Aztland's serious face, his "smiling" eyes began to change little by little.

Because what the White Rou Master said at this time was clearly like...having some bargaining chips about the punishment of "priesthood", and he was quite confident in his bargaining chips.

As expected, after the words of "smile" full of doubts fell, the white-robed mage who had regained his deep smile seriously explained:

"I said that when I was young, I had traveled to many places, and I also took advantage of those opportunities to make many good friends, and these things about priesthood were told by one of my friends."

He sat up straight slowly. At this time, the white-robed mage stared at the "smiling" with confidence.

"We all know that the process of priest consuming divine power is gradual, and the gods who are continuously extracted will fall into a weak state during this period. If we want to extend the survival time as much as possible under its divine power, we need some unusual means, and I, Aztlan, can help you gain a longer chance of survival."

Aztlan's voice, with its burning eyes, became more melodious and powerful, and his sincere eyes once again appeared in the pupils of the white-robed mage.

Before he knew it, the apple pie in the porcelain bowl in front of him had been eaten, the stew in the center of the long table had been cooked, and the empty hall was still magnificent with the lights. However, the only two guests left at the banquet were no longer concerned about the banquet itself.

"You have a way to interfere with the punishment mechanism of the clergy"?

Not unlucky questioned in surprise, the young goddess who was still sitting upright for the last second had already stood up.

At the same time, there were also many more expectations and doubts in her eyes when she looked at Aztlan.

What a rigorous and old-fashioned existence. At least with the knowledge of a girl god, I have never heard of anyone who can use any means to influence certain effects of the "priesthood" to play a role. Now, Aztlan actually says that he has the ability to help himself who is about to be punished by the "priesthood" to extend his survival time. So does this mean......

For a moment, even though "Smiling" was very suspicious of Aztlan's confidence, she still couldn't help but feel an unknown expectation in her heart.

"Prince" is the source of all the power of gods and the largest sword of Damos on the heads of all gods. Throughout history, I don't know how many gods have paid countless energy and prices to take advantage of the loopholes under the control of "Prince".

When a mage who doesn't seem too unreliable talks about "priesthood" in front of a god, no matter how suspicious or distrusts it, the "smile" of a weak divine god can't be indifferent after all.

But it's a pity... reality is always very skinny.

The expectation of "smile" with less than one percent is of no use. Only her 99% "disbelief" easily came true. Next, the first answer given by Aztlan instantly restored the girl's god's calmness.

"No... you misunderstood. I can't do anything to dictate the clergy. I have never heard of any legendary powerhouse in the multiverse that can dictate the most core function of the clergy. I'm really sorry that you have expectations on this point..."

“…………”

"Then what else do you have to say?"

When I heard that I had "misunderstood", I immediately curled my lips and sat back on my seat.

After Aztlan said something, the young goddess felt that she was upset instantly. She now suspected that this spell caster who had lived for more than 200,000 years had never been in a relationship, and he might not even have much experience in dealing with women.

Being able to completely dispel others' interest in just a few words and make the atmosphere stiff... Aztlan's execution at this point is almost as good as another legendary wizard that he has met with "Smiling".

In fact, "Smiling"'s guess about Aztland was really right.

In this world where the strong are supreme, Aztlan, who was trained as the head of the family since childhood, does not need any social experience or political knowledge. The only thing he needed to do back then was to become stronger and stronger, advance and advance. As for the family's various matters, they can be left to a group of professional brothers with low talent. Those most powerful rulers in the great noble families do not have the time to engage in social communication and political decision-making.

In fact, the "formal negotiations" that came to the forefront in Aztland's life were very vague, so he would not tell others that he now held a banquet and then "invited" to negotiate with a smile. This behavior was still found out from the mouths of several of his apprentices.

Otherwise, if the white-robed mage has one percent of the experience of those nobles who hold banquets every day, he would not have made such important negotiations so inconsistent and awkward.

Fortunately, some of the "small problems" in the atmosphere did not affect Aztlan's confidence in his "trump card". After realizing that the "negotiations" that should have been led by him began to develop into "unknown areas", the white-robed mage who reacted in time quickly gave up his "psychological confrontation" of taking pictures of his own.

Because of his impatient look at "Smiling", Aztlan suspected that if he didn't get on the topic, but instead made these fancy things, he would lose this negotiation opportunity.

So, the white-robed mage who did not care about the embarrassment and abruptness said seriously to the "smile":

"Ahem, as the saying goes, all roads lead to Rome... Although I do not have the ability to affect the effect of the clergy, I can use roundabout tactics to extend your survival time! You should know that I am a legendary mage who majors in enchantment and summoning spells. I have the ability to arrange very high-quality magic arrays to greatly improve your meditation efficiency. I can even use the magic array to transform my magic power into divine power and give it to you. In this way, the efficiency of the clergy to extract divine power will be left behind by you within a certain period of time."

Put down the knife and fork, and the sound of metal colliding with the porcelain plate sounded in the hall. Aztlan, who was sincerely watching the "smiling" eyes, looked as gentle and kind as a pastor who was giving bread to the poor.

At least at this moment... his white robe was really suitable for the sake of the soft and clean lights in the hall.

"………………………………………… Do you understand? That Mr. Punk is not a spellcaster who is good at enchanting spells. Here, in this cage, only I can help you. We should be friends who sincerely help each other. We have reason to work together to get those evil plots out of the beautiful Garden of Eden."

It’s the end of the month, and the piaopiao people are starting to get restless. They are eager to take a look at the handsome author. Let’s satisfy the cute piao piao people’s wishes~
Chapter completed!