I Am A Priest In The Otherworld

Misseran put down the water glass and sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing her face vigorously like a kitten washing her face, finally gradually waking up.

She remembered the words that Gallo almost frightened herself just now, and he modified a quasi-eighth-order divine art.

But after licking some hot water and calming down a little bit, Misseran felt that this should be impossible.

That is the most difficult magic technique below the eighth level. It is difficult to master, let alone difficult modification. She thinks Gallo should be talking big.

But she is not angry, because it is said in the book that boys do like to speak big words sometimes, but the original intention is not to deceive, but simply wants to show themselves in front of the girl and gain more favor and attention.

And a smart girl, even if she sees through the other party's lie, don't puncture it, but save some face to the other party.

Even if you really care about it, if you want to ask clearly, you must pay attention to the way, as tactfully as possible, and ask from the side.

Like Gallo, Misseran felt that she was very smart, so she chose to ask euphemistically:

"Do you really modify the magic?"

"Yes, isn't it difficult?"

Gallo replied, seeing that she didn't seem to be in any serious trouble again, so he let go of his heart, dragged a chair from the side, and sat on the back, with his hands on the back.

But Misseran stayed on his bed, in a half-crawling and half-sitting posture, with her slender legs close together and put aside.

No matter how you look at this picture, there is something wrong. This is Gallo's bedroom, but the two seem to have no consciousness in this regard, and they have actually discussed the issue of modifying the magic in such a serious way.

Misseran has been trying to modify a second-order magic technique: Healing the disease. This is a task sent by the Shenguang Sect. I hope she can remove the disease for the patient and add a slow healing effect to the patient. Can recover faster.

This sounds completely unnecessary. You only need to let the priest perform a first-order slow treatment after healing the disease, but this requires the priest to perform two magic arts, which consumes more energy and power of faith.

If there are fewer patients, it doesn't matter, but if there are more patients, the extra consumption will undoubtedly become a heavy burden.

Not every place is packed with pastors like the City of Innocence. In many places, there is often only one church. Naturally, there is an endless stream of people lining up outside the church to see a doctor every day, causing a great burden to the pastors there.

If this magical technique can be improved, it will reduce a lot of pressure, which is undoubtedly a blessing.

It’s a pity that the priests are too conservative in their research on divine art. They only think about modifying them when needed. Even if a genius girl like Misseran takes over, it is difficult to produce results in a short time. She has been affected by this problem. Troubled for a long time.

After hearing her story, Gallo nodded and said:

"This is a good thing, it can restore health to more people."

"Although I don't know how to heal divine art at all, I have some experience in divine art modification. Maybe I can give you some suggestions?"

Misseran was so excited that he nodded his head again and again, and completely forgot the big talk Gallo had said before, and discussed it with him seriously.

She put forward all the troubles and problems that she encountered while revising, and Gallo gave her own suggestions after thinking about it.

Even if he does not know how to heal divine art, he has seen it before and tried to practice. Although he failed in the end, he can be regarded as a high-end cloud player. The cloud has to be level, and the advice given is often straightforward. Effective, giving Misseran a sudden sense of openness.

Misseran was also different from the last class, but entered a state of being very self-conscious. She didn't feel tired when she talked, she kept talking, and discussed various details with Gallo repeatedly.

The two simply moved from the bed to the table, Misseran lay on the table, and Gallo stood behind her.

Then Gallo said that she kept recording her inspiration and thoughts.

When the notebook that Misseran brought was almost full, the passionate discussion finally stopped.

"It should be almost done? You go back and try to make changes according to these three plans. There is always one that works..."

"Of course it is possible to do all three. Which one will be used in the end, can you compare and weigh it yourself?"

Gallo said.

"Ok!"

Misseran nodded vigorously, her pretty face flushed slightly with excitement, she looked like an attractive little apple, making people want to eat.

She looked down at the notebook full of memories, her heartbeat accelerated slightly, and then quickly closed the notebook, holding her hands in her arms, stood up from the table, and said very seriously:

"My Lord and the world will remember your achievements and contributions."

After that, she bent down and bowed deeply to Gallo.

As a visiting bishop-level figure, she shouldn’t be like this in etiquette, but at this moment, she has forgotten her identity, just as the little girl who had just come into contact with divine art, and regarded herself as a Students, extend my sincerest tribute to Teacher Gallo.

It's a pity that if you change to a girl like Wendini's forward and backwards to make such a posture, it will appear to be very sincere, Misseran... it's a little bit more interesting.

Gallo didn't feel too cold with such compliments. He didn't need the approval of other gods or others, he just needed to serve the goddess with peace of mind.

If you really want to thank you, wouldn’t it be better to send more money?

Gallo sneered, but asked kindly:

"It's almost noon, do you want to stay for dinner? Although there are only baked potatoes, but the amount is enough..."

"As for the little cat, I can't bear to..."

Misseran shook her head quickly. She couldn't care about eating now, so she wanted to go back soon and set about revising the magic.

Gallo did not force her to stay, so she was sent to the carriage.

The driver who was in charge of driving, saw Misseran blush, her hair and clothes a little messy, stepped onto the carriage, his eyes widened.

He remembered that he had only been here twice. How quickly did this progress?

No, no, although I promised Bishop Misseran to help her keep the secret, the seriousness of the problem is far beyond expectation. I must report the matter to Lord Cardinal when I go back!

But Misseran looked like a marrow, poked her head out of the car window, and asked a little shyly:

"Tomorrow...no, can I come the day after tomorrow?"

The coachman was frightened, what is this going to do? With such frequent meetings, do you want to hurry up and make a baby, raw rice and cook mature rice?

But Gallo shook his head and said:

"No day after tomorrow, I'm not here, I have to go to the store."

"Oh... then I will wait for you to come again when you have time."

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