The old bishop came back soon without saying where he had gone, and Gallo didn't ask.
Anyway, he often disappears mysteriously like this.
"Come on, come on, take a look at the ritual dance I just practiced today."
Gallo said, found a mop as a scepter, and began his performance.
Compared with the graceful, delicate and noble dance of the young bishop, his dance looked powerful, powerful and unrestrained.
The mop on hand was danced like an electric fan, blowing out strong winds.
Call it a dance or a ritual, but it's more like a street performer, performing a chest-breaking performance.
But despite this, the old bishop kept nodding, applauding and praising:
"Awesome! This is the real ritual dance!"
"You are indeed very talented in art. You are a talented artist who is dragged down by your beliefs!"
"But...why do you suddenly want to learn this? Didn't you always think it was useless before?"
Gallo stopped dancing, put down the mop, and then began to tell what he had seen today.
When he mentioned that he had secretly learned the magical skills of the young bishop, the old bishop couldn't help but widen his eyes, and interrupted with some surprise:
"Wait a minute, you just watched it once and learned her magic? Then you cast it with the help of hand seals?"
"No...there are still many flaws and shortcomings..."
"It's obviously just a simple fifth-level magic, but I can't learn it well. I have to rely on hand seals to cast it..."
"My talent is so poor that I am unworthy of the goddess's blessing."
Gallo was helpless, but he had no choice. After all, talent cannot be bought with hard work.
He thought this should be related to his resurrection.
He vaguely remembered that when he was on earth, he was also a priest, and he was still a very powerful priest.
However, he believed in a god called "Holy Light" and was particularly good at mental control. He often turned the enemy's powerful followers, such as the King of Fire and Deathwing, into his own followers, allowing them to bite back the original owner.
Then he would say words such as "Wow", "Thank you" and "Good fight" in an understatement, making the enemy so angry that they exploded on the spot.
As a result, now, he has become a mediocre person with extremely poor talent and cannot even learn the simplest and most basic entry-level healing magic.
He thinks this is a side effect of resurrection.
How could a miracle like resurrection from the dead come without a price?
After listening to his description, the old bishop's tone changed a bit and he said quickly:
"That's a fifth-level magic! What you're doing is too..."
When he got excited, he almost said what was in his heart. Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough and immediately changed his words:
"That's too bad!"
"If it were your senior brother, he would definitely be able to reproduce this magical skill perfectly."
"You still need to keep working hard, and don't talk about it to others, so as not to be embarrassed."
Gallo nodded in shame and continued:
"I know. I will keep the goddess's teachings in mind and be humble and cautious at all times."
The old bishop warned again:
"Don't make the same mistake as your senior brother."
"Yes, I will always keep his lessons in mind."
Gallo had a senior brother who was also a student adopted by the old bishop. However, he had never been masked and did not even know his name. We could only imagine his heroic appearance from the various descriptions given by the old bishop.
He is a genuine genius. He can learn any magical skill in one go and master it with just a few strokes. There is nothing in this world that can stump him.
Gallo believed it, because the old bishop never lied.
He often fantasizes about how prominent his sect would be if his senior brother were still here, and how nourishing his life would be.
How great would it be if I had a talent like his?
It's a pity that this talented senior brother was proud and complacent and refused to work hard. After he squandered his talent, he disappeared from everyone.
His proud heart could not accept such a gap, so he chose to commit suicide by taking poison, and died young.
Gallo couldn't help but lament this, and always used him as a lesson, reminding and urging himself not to make the same mistakes again.
The old bishop thought for a while and then asked:
"So, what is your purpose of learning that magical art?"
Gallo quickly laid out his plans, including asking old John to borrow an oxcart, asking a neighbor to borrow a donkey, using potato peels as flower petals, and curtains as carpets.
"In this way, we will be dignified and dignified people. When we help people hold ceremonies, the fees can be increased."
"Then the bishop charges 50 gold at a time. We can make it cheaper and start a price war!"
"Uh...you..."
The old bishop looked embarrassed and hesitated to speak.
Finally he reluctantly said:
"You can try..."
"But the question is, who will ask us to host such a ceremony?"
Gallo couldn't help but be stunned...
Yes...who would invite our unknown sect to perform such a ceremony?
But Old John’s followers simply couldn’t afford the high price.
He couldn't help but feel a little discouraged.
The old bishop noticed his emotional change and quickly comforted:
"It's okay. If it doesn't happen now, it may not happen in the future."
"The goddess said: Have hope and tomorrow will be better."
"So you can prepare first and be prepared."
Gallo suddenly became energetic again and nodded repeatedly.
"Yes, yes, as you often say: we can use it, but we can't live without it."
"I'm going to continue practicing!"
After that, he really went back to his room and began to carefully consider this magical skill he had just learned.
He wanted to master this magical technique as soon as possible and be able to use it without hand seals as soon as possible.
Depending on your talent, it may take you an entire night.
If it were a genius senior brother, it might only take a few minutes.
The gap is really too big...
But it doesn’t matter, I can make up for it with hard work!
He encouraged himself in his mind and devoted himself to the practice of magical arts.
It wasn't until midnight that he finally mastered this magical technique and could perform it instantly without the assistance of hand seals.
But there are still some flaws.
That's the song of the hymn...
No matter how he adjusts or tries, some strange music always plays...
There is no way, he has tried his best...
Although the music is a bit strange, the language is almost incomprehensible to him, let alone others.
"It just happens to be our own characteristic, so it won't be exactly the same as the Shenguang Sect."
Gallo muttered to himself and felt a little sleepy. He quickly did 100 push-ups and exercised his body. Then he took off the lead weight wrapped around his body and went to bed.
Before going to bed, he still did not forget to confess his sins to the goddess.
"I ate a meal of the Sheriff's meal today, one person ate for two..."
"Too little, wasting this precious opportunity..."
"Wasting is a sin, I hope the goddess can forgive me."