Gallo finished his baked potatoes in just a few bites, while Misserland still held the potatoes in both hands and ate them carefully, looking like a cute little beast.
Gallo turned back to pour her a cup of tea and said again:
"Let's talk while we eat. What do you want to hear today? Magic? Or stories?"
"story?"
Misseran blinked his big eyes, looking a little curious.
Although she was here to discuss magic today, it was still early, so there was no harm in listening to the story first.
Moreover, the book also said that two people should not be too utilitarian when getting along, otherwise the relationship will turn into a transaction.
So she nodded.
Gallo thought for a while and said:
"You are our most generous guest, so let me tell you one of my favorite stories..."
"That's a story from my hometown. Although I can't remember many things about my hometown, this story is still fresh in my memory..."
"When our protagonist was very young, his parents were killed by robbers. He grew up under the care of a housekeeper named Afu..."
"Butler Afu is a powerful character. He has mastered the secrets of crows flying on airplanes."
"Under his guidance, the protagonist became a newspaper reporter. Later, he was accidentally bitten by a bat and gained the ability to summon a metal armor at any time and fly into the sky to escape..."
"In order to protect his beloved village, he and his friends defeated the big devil named Dio, and eventually became a gangster superstar!"
Misseran was stunned for a moment. She had never heard such a complicated and tortuous story.
In addition to having great magical powers, Pastor Gallo's stories are also very interesting, much more interesting than those in the book...
If it weren't for today's business, she would have wanted to hear more stories.
"Okay, now that the story is over, let's talk about magic? Did you understand what I told you last time?"
After Gallo finished telling the story, he asked again.
Misseran immediately lowered his head in shame, holding the hem of her skirt tightly with both hands, not daring to speak at all.
After returning that day, she didn't have much free time. She was busy with various official duties every day, went to various occasions, and played the role of the beautiful puppet bishop.
When she had some free time, she was busy reading, taking notes, and learning how to become closer to Gallo.
And just last night, she went out of town in the middle of the night, so she was so sleepy...
However, he took this as an excuse to cancel today's activities and hurriedly came to find Gallo.
Seeing her silence, Gallo probably guessed something. He shook his head helplessly and said:
"Oh... forget it, you are stupid anyway, I already know that..."
"So what do you want to hear today?"
Misseran then raised his head and said softly:
"Last night, someone outside the city performed a high-level magic. Did you sense it?"
There's this thing? I really didn't notice it at all...
It seems that my insight is not as good as hers?
Sure enough, as the old bishop said, women are particularly keen in certain aspects...
Mitherland continued:
"Unfortunately, by the time we sensed the fluctuation and rushed to the scene, it was already too late. There was only a little trace of the fluctuation..."
"Uncle Yeke said that it's a bit like the seventh-level magic: the Holy Sword of Divine Punishment, but he wasn't sure, so I wanted to come over and ask you."
Gallo heard half of it and then realized that she was talking about herself...
Sure enough, I used this trick last night, and the noise caused was so great that it not only alerted the evil god, but even the people in the city felt it.
I'd better use this trick less in the future...
He was thinking in his mind, quickly thinking of words in his mind, and replied:
"Well, this magic is indeed very complicated, and it took me a long time to learn it."
Misseran's eyes suddenly widened, her tone of voice was a little higher, and she asked quickly:
"You can?"
"Uh... you understand a little bit..."
When Miseran heard what he said, he thought that his so-called "a little understanding" meant a little understanding of common sense, so he was not too surprised and continued:
"I heard Uncle Yeke say that no one should be able to practice this magical skill because it is too complicated..."
"He said that this was originally supposed to be an eighth-level magic, but later someone modified it and downgraded it to level seven so that ordinary people could use it. But even so, the difficulty of this magic is still at level eight.
, Ordinary people simply cannot learn..."
"After the magic is modified, can it still be downgraded?"
Gallo was slightly startled. This was the first time he heard this statement.
Isn’t the magic that I modified more useful? Can I modify it to the point of being downgraded?
Mitherland nodded and continued:
"Uncle Yeke said that when magic reaches the eighth level, it will undergo a qualitative change and it can no longer be used at will. Every time it is used, it requires the approval of gods or angels."
Gallo nodded, he had heard of this statement.
People in the world generally believe that the number '8' contains changes, so many things will undergo various changes when encountering '8'.
It is said that after other professions become legendary, not only will their combat power soar, but they will also gain many new abilities that they did not have before. For example, the eighth-level warrior can fly, the eighth-level mage can teleport, and the eighth-level assassin can dual-wield heavy weapons.
In addition to these aspects, we often see the changes brought about by the number "8" in life. For example, an eight-year-old child can make soy sauce...
Although the clergy do not participate in such external strength assessments, they still have a rough analogy for estimating combat power. The eighth level is almost the Archbishop, the Grand Knight Commander and other big figures.
As for the eighth-level divine arts, as Miseran said, it must be used with the consent of the superiors; and unlike the previous seven levels, the eighth-level divine arts are widely spread and everyone has them. The eighth-level divine arts of each sect
Each technique is their own core secret and no outsiders are allowed to pry into it.
As for Gallo, he hasn't learned the eighth-level magic yet, because there is nothing in the underground library...
He had also asked the old bishop before, and the old bishop said that this level of magic was too difficult and dangerous, beyond his control, and that he would not consider teaching it until he was stronger and more mature.
"Will senior fellow apprentices do it?"
At that time, Gallo asked curiously.
"Your senior brother...he...of course can do it. There is nothing in this world that can stump him!"
"What should the eighth-level magic be like?"
"This... it's hard to describe it in words. Anyway, it's just that it's very strong and powerful... Don't think so much now, work hard and become as strong as your senior brother as soon as possible, then you will know."
The old bishop at that time replied like this.
Gallo believed it, because the old bishop never lied.
Since then, the image of senior brother in his mind has become extremely tall.