"Green Singer Sect, Pastor..." Sherlock was also shocked when he heard these two terms.
Druid's professional advancement directions are very rich, but most of them are attracted by exclusive advanced professions such as Master of Animals, King of Beasts or Stranger in Disguise.
Firstly, the advancement channels are obvious, and secondly, the professional skills are seamlessly connected, making it very suitable for ordinary Druid players to choose.
Some druids with unique ideas or pursuits will also choose second-level professions such as Storm Lord or Void Gate, which have obvious biases.
As for those fallen druids who betrayed nature, there is also a path to advance into the Blighted Ones.
Theoretically, there is no strong or weak distinction between these second-level professions.
But in fact, the 'Pastor' does have the title of the strongest second-level Druid profession.
The Priests' concept of nature extends to all planes of existence. They believe that the magnificent wheel dance of the planes is the perfect embodiment of reality, and they are deeply fascinated by other realms.
Without exception, these people have become plane travelers, and even as they delve deeply into the mysteries of nature, they regard another plane as their second home, and eventually become creatures of the contract plane.
The concept of pastoralists has been rejected by the major druid sects on the main material plane. They believe that mixing with the alien environment will not be beneficial to nature.
Among them, the Pure Fire Fanatics and the Ash Oath Sect are the most hostile, and they sometimes even take the initiative to attack those shepherds they encounter by chance.
Although there are not many such opportunities, and generally they cannot defeat them.
Because of the deliberate concealment of the druids, news about pastors is very rare in Faerûn, and most people may have never heard of this profession.
Sherlock didn't know it at first, but last time the Silver Dragon Druid Argenta mistook him for being a member of the Green Singer sect.
Afterwards, he went to the Harper Alliance stronghold to check relevant information, and happened to see information about this profession.
The Greensinger Sect is actually a loose organization composed of pastors.
One of the reasons why the pastoral profession is so powerful is the Greensinger sect.
When you need to obtain a Fire Gem from Fenia or capture a wandering demon from Shavalath, there's nothing more convenient than joining the Greensinger sect.
With the help of the Green Singer Sect's relationship, members of the organization can easily obtain some rare resources from other planes without having to search for them themselves.
In addition to the power of the organization, the profession of pastor itself is also extremely powerful.
Among them, what Sherlock envies most is his ability to contract and transform alien creatures.
As we all know, druids can only contract or transform into natural creatures on the main material plane and the elemental plane.
After taking office as a priest and making a contract with the chosen plane, the druid can contract and transform creatures in that plane.
For example, if the contract represents the Mechanical Mirror of Nirvana (one of the seventeen outer planes), Sherlock can contract and transform mechanical creatures.
When the left-hand Transformer and the right-hand Mechanical Greymon start fighting with machine guns and cannons sweeping the ground, the scene will not be too beautiful.
However, whether you want to become a pastor or join the Greensinger sect, it is not an easy task.
At least before this, Sherlock had not found any clues that could lead to related tasks or events.
Now the opportunity to change his position as a pastor is before him. If he didn't have a Book of Truth in his hand, he would definitely agree to Publius' invitation directly.
"This choice is not difficult to make. For an adventurer like you, there should be no second-level profession more suitable than 'Shepherd'."
Publius was right, being able to venture to all major planes did have a fatal attraction for him, and there was no difference between his ideas and those of the Greensinger sect.
But the secret behind the Book of Truth also made him trapped in it, unable to extricate himself.
Why can't we have both? Sherlock couldn't help but worry in his heart.
"Make your choice, adventurer." Publius gradually became impatient with the waiting.
Sherlock sighed, and finally declined politely: "I'm sorry, I'm afraid I'm going to let down your good intentions!"
Publius was a little surprised by this result, but he did not persuade him: "In that case, I will accept your desire for knowledge."
"Curiosity?" Sherlock exclaimed, and a silver thread flew out from above his head.
"The desire for knowledge is one of the highest quality desires. Especially if your desire for knowledge is so strong, you should be able to hatch seven or eight worry-free birds. My elaborate design is not in vain." Publius
Si smiled with satisfaction.
At this time, Sherlock recalled what he had seen and heard, and reacted: "So you left all the clues on purpose?"
"Yes, but I am still very satisfied with your performance. I really hope that you can become one of us."
Sherlock was held in place by a spell from another plane. He couldn't move, and couldn't even start his transformation. He could only watch the silver thread getting longer and longer, and finally fell into the beak of a forgetful bird.
middle.
Just when he was about to give up, a ray of light suddenly burst out from his space ring and protected the top of his head.
"The Book of Truth!" Sherlock saw that the silver thread was showing signs of flowing back, and he couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope in his heart.
"You actually have this kind of prop with you." Publius waved his hand, and the other five worry-free birds flew out together and grabbed the silver wire in their mouths.
The Book of Truth and the six Forgetful Birds each hold one end, and they are constantly pulling on the silver thread like a tug of war.
After a long stalemate, the winner could not be decided, but Sherlock fainted first because of the impact on his consciousness.
"I'll go, at the critical moment..."
…
In the real world.
"Number 11! Number 11!" Sherlock took off his helmet and shouted.
"I'm cooking, what's going on?" No. 11 replied in the kitchen.
"I'm not hungry yet, please come here first."
After a while, No. 11 wearing an apron walked in and asked curiously: "What's wrong?"
"Download Virtual Lover again." Sherlock hasn't logged into 6 Virtual Lover for a long time. Maybe he was stimulated by the game today, and he was a little unusually excited after going offline.
"Sorry, after you uninstalled Virtual Lover last time, you used the highest permissions to block all related applications." No. 11's smile immediately turned cold.
"Um...Have I ever done this before?"
"Have you forgotten? After the last battle was resolved in three minutes, you told me sadly that virtual lovers will ruin your life and you will never play again."
"You lied!"
No. 11 was shocked, thinking that his little move had been discovered. Just when he was thinking about how to explain it, he heard Sherlock continue.
"How can I only have three minutes? Counting the time waiting for downloading, it's at least five, no, at least half an hour."
"Okay, okay, half an hour, just half an hour." No. 11 wanted to roll her eyes at this moment. She knew how her Axia could be so smart.
"What's your tone? Do you look down on me?" Sherlock always felt that No. 11 was perfunctory with him.
"Of course not. How dare I, a robot butler, look down on your wise and mighty master?" No. 11 comforted him softly.
"Hmph, if you make me angry again, I won't give you a T1oo body." Sherlock finally found some dignity as a master.
"Okay, A-Xia, is there anything else? If nothing happens, I will continue cooking."
"I want to eat meat today!"
"No problem!" No. 11 thought about the cockroach meat he just bought yesterday and agreed.
"Why did you agree so readily today?" Sherlock said a little surprised.
"Without a virtual lover, Axia, you have no choice but to masturbate, so I'll make you some meat to make up for it." No. 11 found a very reasonable excuse.
"Um, is it really impossible to download it anymore?" Sherlock struggled desperately.
"A-Xia, give up." After saying this, No. 11 walked out without hesitation, leaving only a cold figure behind.
