As soon as Gallo brought Miseran to the small garden, he saw her opening her notebook and asking various questions like a barrage:
"After modifying this magical spell, the effect is somewhat different from what was expected. What should I do?"
"The use of the power of faith here is theoretically possible, but why can't I always do it well?"
"I also find it very difficult here..."
"I wrote you a letter, why didn't you reply to me?"
When facing other people, Misseran felt tired to say even one word, but in front of Gallo, she didn't feel this way at all, and even felt that she could talk endlessly for most of the day.
This may be because Pastor Gallo has a reassuring temperament...
The girl thought so.
Gallo, on the other hand, carefully looked through the contents of the notebook, which contained the research records on the modification of divine magic after Miseran returned.
Mitherland sat next to him, resting her hands on her legs and holding her head in her palms like a bouquet. She just stared at Gallo's face silently, waiting patiently for him to look through it.
But after only reading two or three pages, Gallo discovered several problems, and finally complained unbearably:
"Wow? Dude, you can't even do this? You are so stupid..."
"This is just a second-level divine spell. Why can't I just barely cast it after more than a week?"
"Woo..."
Miseran lowered his head in aggrieved manner and reluctantly defended:
"But, this is a modified magic..."
After the magic is modified, the level and difficulty can no longer refer to the original standards, but it does not mean that 1+1=2. What level should be considered specifically requires specific evaluation to know.
Before the modification, this magical spell to cure diseases was at the second level. According to the level of a normal person, the original version would take half a month or even a month to master. The process also requires a lot of practice and guidance, not to mention the modified version.
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It only took Misselan a week to release it, and this speed was actually worthy of the title of a genius magical girl.
It's a pity that this is still far away from Gallo's standards...
"Dude, have you been lazy this week? Didn't you put all your thoughts on this?"
Gallo asked again.
Misseran blinked his eyes, not knowing how to answer...
She thinks she is working hard, right? She spends a lot of time studying magic every day...
But she really didn't put all her thoughts on it. She is also a bishop-level figure after all. Although various secular chores are helped by the manpower arranged by Bishop Yeck, there are still many things that need to be handled by her personally.
of.
Seeing that she didn't speak, Gallo thought for a while and felt that he had probably guessed the reason. Then he reached out and touched her head, and said seriously:
"Oh~ Actually, I understand you. After all, you are a girl. There are always a few days every month that are inconvenient. I can't be too strict..."
"But, you have to remember that people like us with poor talents must not feel sorry for ourselves. Instead, we must work harder to catch up with those talented people. If it were someone like my senior brother..."
"Forget it, let's not talk about these useless things, let's continue..."
Misseran nodded vigorously and rubbed his head against Gallo's palm.
Gallo then began to answer all her questions and patiently helped her reorganize her thoughts.
Mitherland used the illumination of the magic lamp in the small garden to record hard in his notebook.
Bishop Yeck has gone back a long time ago. He seems to be very relieved about the two young people and is not afraid that they will do anything extraordinary.
Of course, it might be better if it is done?
Unfortunately, it was not until Mitherland returned very late that the two of them continued to have a purely academic discussion.
Only after Misseran was sent away did Gallo and the old bishop have the opportunity to open the money bag enshrined by Bishop Yeck.
Good guy, a full fifty gold coins!
Unexpectedly, the record for the highest offering just set in the morning would be broken so quickly...
"These people really don't regard money as money!"
Gallo couldn't help but sigh.
"Don't forget, this is just money for a random ceremony..."
The old bishop reminded me.
Gallo asked again:
"Then we can be considered rich people now, right?"
The old bishop nodded.
"Okay! I'll go to the blood washing vegetable market tomorrow. I'll buy beef, mutton, and fish! There are also vegetables, noodles, and milk for the kittens. I'll buy it all!"
Gallo said very excitedly.
In this way, Gallo experienced the life of a rich man the next day, chewing beef until his tooth hurt.
Although no believers came to the door today and the church was still deserted, he felt very fulfilled.
"Is this the life of rich people? It's so simple and unpretentious..."
But that night, a strange guest came to the door.
He was a middle-aged man with a stout figure and a hairline that was on the verge of collapse. He was not a believer here, nor was he a neighbor nearby. He was just wandering around bored. When he passed the church, he wanted to come in and talk about his worries.
This kind of thing is very common in the Sinless City. While the prosperity here brings convenience and enjoyment to people, it also brings heavy pressure. People habitually go to churches to find comfort and psychological counseling.
And normal clergy will not reject them. Even if they are not their own believers, they will still listen and comfort them. If the comfort is good, they are likely to join the religion.
So Gallo did not refuse him and led him to the confessional that had been converted into a confessional.
The middle-aged man sat in the narrow confession room and felt a little strange. The confession room here was small and much smaller than other churches. It felt more like a confinement room. It was okay to go in, but after a while I wanted to
It will be particularly troublesome when you come out...
Maybe it’s because this church is small to begin with?
He didn't think too much about it.
But then he heard the clatter of chains and the sound of locks. The door he entered had been firmly locked by Gallo...
"Why lock the door?"
He asked quickly.
"Oh, this is a ritual of our church. It symbolizes locking up the troubles and pain. When you come out, they will leave you."
Gallo replied outside the door, then turned back to the other end of the confessional and opened the middle window.
Confessions or confession rooms in other churches use beautiful glass or hollow patterns to separate clergy and ordinary people, but here, they use iron rods as thick as fingers, which looks like a prison or prison.
Like a cage...
This was a modification request made by Gallo at the time, which makes people confused as to why it was designed like this.
"Okay, what troubles do you have? Tell me."
Gallo said, passing a cup of tea through the cell window.