Master Tongtian

Chapter 184 The 988th Child of the Golden God (44)

One o'clock in the afternoon.

Rosen rode the Moonlight Horse to the Great Temple of the South Market.

He went directly to the backyard. After dismounting, a temple attendant came over and took the reins.

Rosen took off the leather bag containing the documents from the horse and hung it on his body, then gently patted Moonlight Horse's butt. The honest and gentle horse snorted at Rosen and followed the attendant away.

Rosen carried the document bag, said hello to the guard at the back door, and walked towards the back hall of the temple.

While walking in the passage, I heard the voice of a strange man in the back hall.

"Chief Priest, what Mayor Samler has done is really ridiculous. There is resentment among the people, but he doesn't want to relieve it. He only wants to suppress it forcefully. Sooner or later something will happen!"

Rosen's heart moved, and he secretly urged: "Mayor Samler, use more force to get high!"

He had a premonition of these things and made arrangements early, but whether he could use them or not depended on whether the Golden God favored him.

Since the officiant was busy, in order to avoid suspicion, Rosen did not eavesdrop, so he walked back to the door and chatted casually with the guard at the door.

About five or six minutes later, a young man wearing the attire of the town's officiant walked along the passage. He was about 27 or 28 years old, with a dusty body and an obvious look of exhaustion on his face.

Obviously, this person must have just returned from Crescent Town, and maybe he even drove through the night.

When he saw Rosen, he glanced at the middle-level secret gold emblem on his chest. His eyes focused and he recognized his identity. He bowed slightly and saluted: "Master Rosen, I say hello to you."

In the temple, the status of the intermediate divine seal mage is higher than that of the town chief priest.

Rosen nodded in greeting: "You have worked hard too."

After saying that, he raised his hand and patted the guard at the door on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Man, let's talk later."

The guard looked honored: "Well done, Master Rosen."

Rosen walked towards the back hall. When he arrived at the back hall, he saw the white-haired priest Fa'ao sitting on a wooden chair by the wall, holding his forehead with one hand and looking tired.

Hearing the noise, he raised his head. When he saw it was Rosen, he pointed to the chair next to him: "You must have traveled a long way, sit down and rest."

With Rosen's current status, he naturally didn't need to be trembling as he sat down next to the chief priest, Fa'ao.

He took out Sharina's letter: "Priest, this is the battle report written by Captain Sharina."

Priest Fa'ao took the battle report and put it on the table. He leaned back on the chair and raised his hand to rub his eyebrows.

"Priest Vina has given me a detailed report."

There was a faint smile on the face of the priest Fa'ao.

"The crisis in Baima Town has been completely resolved, and we won't have to worry about being invaded by aliens for a long time."

The constant bad news from Crescent Town made him feel physically and mentally exhausted, but the good news from White Horse Town made his tense and gloomy mood relax a lot.

It's like a spring of living water suddenly gushes out from the bottom of a stagnant pool, which greatly refreshes people's spirits.

Of course, he will not forget Rosen's contribution.

"You did a great job in this White Horse Town incident, far exceeding my expectations."

"Although I have always disagreed with letting a magic genius like you carry out dangerous combat missions, there is no doubt that geniuses can always achieve achievements that mortals cannot imagine."

"You are now an intermediate mage, and with such a contribution, you can be promoted from divine seal to divine grace, and directly obtain the intermediate divine grace of the Golden God."

After saying that, Priest Fa'ao waved to the assistant priest standing next to him: "Go and get the promotion documents for the Divine Grace Mage."

"Yes, officiant."

The young deacon immediately trotted to get the documents. After a while, he brought a leather folder and handed it to Faao respectfully.

Fao turned to one of the pages, pulled out a piece of blue and gold paper, wrote his name first, and then handed it to Rosen: "Sign your name."

In the Rosen signing room, he introduced slowly.

"The obligations of the Divine Grace Mage are similar to those of the Divine Seal Mage, but two additional rights are added."

"First, before each combat mission, there will be a high-level lucky shield that can be triggered three times. The effect can last for ten days."

"Second, you can obtain a weak divine grace every three months. After obtaining this divine grace, you can choose one of three rewards."

"The three rewards are to assist in improving spell casting ability, to slightly increase the level of mana, and to slightly increase mana intensity."

Rosen was shocked: "Can spell casting ability be improved with divine grace?"

How do you mention this thing?

Could it be that a piece of his soul was forced out?

Priest Fa'ao smiled slightly: "Don't question God's wisdom, Master Rosen."

After speaking, he pointed to the golden statue of the God: "Now, kneel in front of the statue and prepare to receive a mid-effect divine grace."

Rosen immediately stood up and walked over, kneeling on the futon in front of the statue.

He wanted to see how the Golden God assisted in improving his spell-casting ability.

Seeing that he had knelt down, the priest Fa'ao also came to the statue, closed his eyes and bowed, clasped his hands on his chest, and began to pray silently.

As he prayed, the golden statue glowed slightly, and a faint golden light was born from the void and enveloped Rosen.

As soon as he was illuminated by this light, Rosen's eyesight went dark and he fell into darkness. At the same time, an indifferent voice that was neither male nor female, neither old nor young, came to his ears.

"Rosen Philander, tell me the divine grace you want to obtain."

"I want to improve my spellcasting ability."

The voice said: "Then, I will help you improve your spell-casting ability, but the process will be a bit cruel, and you must be mentally prepared."

Rosen was shocked, but still nodded: "I'm ready."

Before he finished speaking, the darkness dissipated, and a huge, flat, clean white circular venue appeared, with a sunny blue sky overhead and clouds blowing in the wind.

Just across the field, there was a person standing, a tall and graceful woman.

The woman's appearance is as flawless as jade, but her expression is as indifferent as ice. Her long dark golden hair is carefully tied behind her head. She wears a gorgeous and exquisite gold-rimmed pure white dress that fits her body closely. A platinum staff over half a meter long shines brightly.

You can't tell how old he is, he is very young, but his temperament is very mature, especially his pair of dark golden eyes, which are deep and indifferent, as if he has experienced countless years.

When he saw her appearance and demeanor, Rosen's heart moved slightly: "This is an extraordinary archmage! He must have lived for hundreds of years."

It is impossible for a mortal to have such smooth and flawless skin that is almost glowing, at best it can only come close.

The female mage looked at Rosen and made an indifferent voice.

"Master Rosen, this is the Arena of Gods, and I am the Golden Holy Spirit, the 988th daughter of God the Father, the 24-star extraordinary archmage Saint Alfreya Deutarod."

"From now on, all your divine grace will be distributed by me. If you die in battle or die of old age, I will lead you into the Kingdom of God."

Rosen was shocked when he heard this: 'Good guy, the Golden God has so many children. '

For a being who has lived for thousands of years and stands at the pinnacle of the Golden Land, it is reasonable to have thousands of direct children.

But it still belongs to the relatively capable category.

Although this was a family matter of the Golden God and it was difficult for others to ask, Rosen was really curious and it was not a big deal, so he asked.

"Holy One, is every child of God as good as you?"

"No, I am not excellent. I am the youngest and weakest of the children of Father God."

"Among my brothers and sisters, there are many legendary mages with over 30 stars or even close to 40 stars. Compared with them, I am nothing."

Rosen was even more shocked: "Are they all extraordinary archmages?"

It seems that Master Fentian is right again. Even if he is right, he still publicizes it all over the world. No wonder he will be punished by God.

St. Alphroya nodded: "Although this question has nothing to do with divine grace, I understand your strong curiosity to explore the unknown."

"Master Rosen, it's our first contact, so I will satisfy your curiosity a little."

"Next, I will explain to you the general composition of the Golden God Clan, so that you can remain calm enough when you enter the Kingdom of God in the future."

“The current structure was formed a hundred years ago.”

"About a hundred and five years ago, after God the Father left his last oracle, he entered the Tower of Truth and paid little attention to mortal matters."

“Then the task of keeping the earth running falls on all brothers and sisters.”

Rosen's heart moved: "The last oracle?"

"You guessed it right, things in heaven are left to God, and things on earth are left to mortals to take care of themselves."

"Because there are many brothers and sisters, but no one has the power of God the Father, and the golden land is vast, so we decided on a strategy of one person managing one land."

Rosen was shocked: 'What a guy, you can still do this. ’

‘As time goes by, the Golden Land will probably become divided, right? ’

Alfroya didn't know Rosen's thoughts, and her quiet and indifferent voice echoed in the duel field like moonlight.

"Because I lack strength, have limited knowledge, and have far less magical power than my brothers and sisters, I manage the Huangshui Highlands, which has less than a million people."

"I manage this land, while helping the lower-level parishes and being responsible to the upper-level parish, which is the Diocese of Winter City."

Rosen roughly understood it and found it very strange. He felt that the Golden God Sect was like a super large family business.

The chairman of the company ignored world affairs, so all the family members took up their posts to keep the company running.

He asked out of curiosity: "How many saints are there in Huangshui Highlands?"

"I'm the only one, but I'm busy studying spells, so I'll have to trouble you to help with the management of the mortal world."

After saying that, she actually curtsied to Rosen.

Rosen didn't dare to accept the goddess's gift, so he hurriedly bowed deeply and returned the gift: "The saint's words are serious, this is what we should do."

St. Alphroya straightened up, her face still as indifferent as water.

"At the same time, I also want to apologize to you, because the divine grace that assists in improving spellcasting ability is the latest development. The process is quite cruel and the method is slightly immature."

"Of course, the side effects are within control."

Upon hearing this, Rosen was shocked and had an ominous premonition.

It was like lying on the operating table, facing a doctor with a shiny knife, and the doctor said that it would be a little painful next.