I Am A Priest In The Otherworld

Gallo said that he did not have any magic skills, but he was telling the truth.

Because he felt that his mastery of magic arts seemed to be similar, except for the healing magic arts that he couldn't learn at all, the others were at the same level, but his proficiency was somewhat different.

So there is really no good at it, because they are all about the same length.

But these words were heard by the shopkeeper Bart, but it was another matter...

It seems that this young man only specializes in hardening divine art and that forged divine art. This type of priest is not uncommon, and he is quite frank, unexpectedly.

This young man is good! Good first impression!

So he smiled again and said:

"I don't see that Pastor Gallo is young, but he is very humble and pragmatic."

"Because the goddess asks us to be humble."

Gallo answered truthfully.

While the two were chatting, the blacksmith Schachter came over. He seemed to have something wrong, his dark green skin turned orange, and he was saying something that Gallo could not understand:

"Wow, wow, wow?"

"Ahem, please calm down, Mr. Schachter, you are almost orange..."

The owner quickly persuaded him and poured a cup of hot water over.

After drinking the hot water, the caveman's skin finally returned to its normal color, and his words changed back to lingua franca.

"Sorry, I have the problem of being easily agitated, please forgive my gaffe."

"Pastor Gallo, are these weapons blessed by you?"

Gallo nodded and replied:

"It's me, is there any problem?"

"No, there is no problem at all, no no no, I mean, you are really great!"

As Schachter was talking, he actually waved his two short swords and danced their unique dungeon dance against Gallo, and his skin turned orange again, and his mouth began to wow. Weird whining sound.

The shopkeeper quickly poured another cup of hot water and drenched his hairless forehead...

"Ah sorry, I have the problem of getting excited when I see a good weapon, please don't mind..."

The blacksmith, who was forced to calm down again, said ashamed.

The shopkeeper interrupted and asked:

"Then Mr. Schachter, how do you evaluate Pastor Gallo's craftsmanship?"

"Fantastic!"

The caveman blacksmith hurriedly said loudly:

"The texture of the entire dagger has been greatly changed, and the hardness is close to those forged with Thor steel..."

"At the same time, wear resistance and heat resistance have been greatly improved, and it is difficult to soften it with the furnace in the store..."

"And the faint light on the upper layer has a very strong aura of holiness. I believe this can come in handy when dealing with various evil creatures..."

As he said, using human etiquette, he bowed slightly towards Gallo and saluted, sincerely admiring:

"All in all, I have never seen someone as good at hardening as Pastor Gallo, and so are the so-called bishops."

"As long as we can continue to get the help of Pastor Gallo, the order of the city defense army will be in the bag!"

As he spoke, its skin turned yellow for the third time, and finally, what he said turned into a strange scream...

"Wow! Wow!"

The shopkeeper was too lazy to pour hot water, and said helplessly:

"His last sentence was saying, let me give you a raise and try my best to keep you..."

"You should know that cave people are very different from us humans, and there are also huge differences in various physiological habits..."

"In addition to being easily excited, Mr. Schachter is a well-deserved and excellent blacksmith..." "Of course, I will seriously consider his suggestions, but this will need to wait until I get the order. If everything goes well , Your salary will double!"

After that, he called in two guys again and dragged the blacksmith to the workshop, relying on the temperature from the furnace to keep him calm.

Although neither the shopkeeper nor the blacksmith knows much about divine art, nor have they come into contact with too many powerful blessing masters, so they don’t have a clear understanding of Gallo’s craftsmanship. The two took it seriously.

Gallo's idea is also very simple.

Can you get a salary increase?

This was a bit beyond his expectation. He originally thought that it was just such a simple job, and the hardware had been very moisturized in a month, but it was actually doubled?

Of course he would not refuse such a good thing, because it would allow him to save up the rent for the new church faster.

This Uncle Bart is really a good person!

So in this way, Gallo, who had finished his get off work, was arranged to leave work by the shopkeeper, and he was not asked to harden anything else.

Although the owner didn't know much about divine art, he also knew that it was a very laborious task. Last time the blessing master blessed a few samples and was exhausted.

Although Gallo doesn't seem to be a big problem, the shopkeeper is reluctant to squeeze him. He is now the treasure of the shop!

Everything is based on bidding orders!

He simply arranged for Gallo to rest for a week, adjust his condition, and wait for a new batch of weapons to come back.

So Gallo got off work like this...

But when he walked to the door, the **** and beautiful dark elf front desk lady suddenly stopped him:

"This is off work? It's really enviable..."

"I have heard the words of the shopkeeper and Mr. Blacksmith, Mr. Pastor who is good at making people hard... hehe, it's really interesting..."

"No, that's not what Mr. Schachter said..."

Gallo quickly defended.

"You may not know that Mr. Schachter's lingua franca is not very good, and there are often some grammatical errors..."

If the dark elf said something pointedly, he lightly licked his bright red lips, and looked at Gallo with that kind of playful eyes.

Gallo suddenly felt a dangerous breath, looked at her suspiciously, and asked:

"You...what do you want?"

The dark elf's answer is very strange:

"miss you..."

What kind of answer is this? Is this woman a fool?

Or is it too old and confused?

Everything in this shop is good, but the staff are a little weird...

Gallo slandered in his heart, not planning to have more contact with this glamorous but not good-minded dark elf, and quickly left.

Idiots are contagious!

My talent is not good at first, and my strength is also poor. I rely on cleverness to make up for it.

But he had just left the house when he saw a middle-aged man wearing a tax officer uniform with a big belly, walking into the shop pretentiously, followed by two equally dressed doglegs.

As soon as he walked into the shop, the fat, oily middle-aged fat man greedily looked at the attractive body of the dark elf, and laughed:

"Dear Miss Dora, let's meet again, you are really getting younger and more beautiful..."