Online game of the archer priest

There was a loud noise, and the platform in front of the statue of Jesus was reduced to rubble...

"This is the holy land of the church, how dare you drink alcohol here?"

A loud shout was like thunder on a dry day...

Atun still felt a little bit in his heart: Could it be that the bet was wrong?

But the play must go on:

"Your Majesty Bishop, this is good wine!"

Atun poured a glass and bowed to toast.

Suddenly, the scene changed...

"It's not bad. Well, this wine is very mellow. It's at least a 10-year-old wine."

Now it was Atun's turn to have his three views shattered:

A second ago, he was extremely majestic, saying that drinking alcohol was not allowed in the holy place of the church.

The next second, Pidianpipian ran over with a smile and snatched the wine bottle from his hand.

Then Bishop Dawkins raised his neck and blew...

After taking a big gulp of "GuluGulu": Ah~

He wiped his mouth with his hand and smacked his lips:

"No, it's not 10 years, at most 9 and a half years."

Then, he took another sip at the spout:

"It's much better than the old goat's horse urine."

Aten sat on the original bench without saying a word, observing and analyzing the drunkard bishop:

A complete drinker with great strength, Old Goat should be the owner of a tavern near here.

This bottle of wine bought at the auction is a 9-year-old wine made by players. Of course, there are many 10-year-old, 12-year-old, 15-year-old, 20-year-old, etc.

Atun estimated that after Dawkins took three sips, there wouldn't be much left in the bottle.

Dawkins narrowed his eyes and sat directly on the ground:

His left hand was placed on the bench, half of his body was leaning on it, and the wine bottle was held in his right hand. He brought the spout to his mouth rhythmically, took a sip, and then smacked his lips.

Bishop Dawkins also said nothing, as if Aten beside him did not exist.

Repeat this action, and shake the wine bottle the fourth time.

Atun knew there was not enough for one mouthful, so he immediately took out another pot and replaced it with Dawkins.

"Your Majesty, your wine is here."

The bishops and tutors were all sitting on the ground, so Aten naturally couldn't sit on the chair. He also sat on the ground next to Bishop Dawkins.

Bishop Dawkins took the flask and took another big one...

In this way, Bishop Dawkins still squinted his eyes and said nothing, just drinking.

Atun also said nothing and only served wine.

After Bishop Dawkins drank up the third bottle of 9-year-old wine, Atun began to guess that maybe the wine was not old enough.

So, what was delivered to Bishop Dawkins this time was 12-year-old wine.

Bishop Dawkins took the wine flask and wanted to take a big sip.

When he took off the lid of the pot, he stopped pouring the wine, brought the pot close to his nose and smelled:

"Well, a 10-year-old wine should be more than 10 years old."

He put the lid back on the pot, took a big sip from the spout, and smacked his lips again:

“The 12-year-old wine is good, good, really good.”

After saying that, he closed his eyes again and continued to enjoy the wine.

This time, the speed of drinking has obviously slowed down a lot.

Divide it into 12 sips, and you will feel intoxicated with every sip.

Seeing Bishop Dawkins finish drinking the bottle of 12-year-old wine, Atun took out another bottle like a magic trick and handed it to Dawkins:

"Your Majesty, your wine."

"Stop! Hiccup~" Bishop Dawkins began to hiccup again.

Then, he stood up lazily and dusted himself off.

"You kid haven't told me why you're here?"

"Come and become a disciple." Atun felt that this was something.

"Apprenticeship?" Bishop Dawkins took the wine bottle from Atun's hand and took a sip.

Then, he pinched A-Tun's arm, then pinched the back of A-Tun's neck, and said:

"Well, my muscles and bones are okay, but my strength is not quite there yet. Hiccup~"

When Atun heard this sentence, he quickly thought about what it meant.

If the muscles and bones are just right, it means you are basically qualified.

The strength is not enough, but strength is strength!

Oh, right!

When I was at level 35, I added points to increase my full strength. Now at level 36, I still have 5 points left to add, so I’ll add them immediately.

"Your Majesty Bishop, my strength is still good, otherwise how can I repair the door? Why don't you try again?"

Bishop Dawkins seemed a little dissatisfied. He handed the unfinished wine bottle to his left hand, then stretched his right hand in front of Atun and hooked his fingers.

Aten understood this and immediately offered another pot of wine.

"Well, it's okay, it's okay." Bishop Dawkins symbolically touched Atun's left arm again.

"Tell me, why do you want to become a disciple?"

Bishop Dawkins stood and took a sip, as if something felt wrong. He sat on the ground again, took another sip, and then nodded with satisfaction.

Atun waited to see that he was done drinking before answering:

"Young Atun has only learned the 4 basic skills of the priest so far. Please ask the bishop to teach me more advanced magic skills."

"What do you know?"

"Punishing Strike, Recovery Technique, Mantra Shield, and Rapid Healing Technique are all basic."

After hearing what Atun said, Bishop Dawkins, who was half drunk, suddenly stopped:

"W-what did you say? Say it again."

"Elementary Punishment Strike, Elementary Restoration Technique, Elementary Mantra Shield, Elementary Rapid Healing Technique."

After seemingly listening clearly to the four skills Atun mentioned, Bishop Dawkins was stunned for a moment:

"Why can't I?"

This time, not only did he not know how to do it, but Atun also couldn’t do it:

This professional tutor in the main city can’t even master the most basic 4 priest skills. Did he get drunk and forget his last name?

"No way? This is the most basic skill of a priest."

"What did you say you were doing just now?"

…

Amnesia? Or dementia?

"I'm here to become a disciple."

"Have I accepted you?"

It took a long time, but no system prompt was received, so Aten told the truth:

"Not confiscated yet."

"Ding!" The system prompts: Bishop Dawkins becomes your career mentor.

"Thank you, Lord Bishop, I will definitely work hard in the future..."

"Wait, wait a minute." Bishop Dawkins suddenly interrupted Atun's flattery.

"What did you call me?"

"Master Bishop." Atun looked confused.

"Shouldn't I call you mentor?"

"Oh, yes, yes, yes, mentor."

"What are you trying to do?"

"Try to be an excellent pastor!" Atun felt that Bishop Dawkins must be very satisfied with this answer.

"So, tell me, what does a pastor do?"

Bishop Dawkins was still drinking wine leisurely.

"Healing the wounded, assisting teammates, and more commonly known as nanny."

Atun felt that his tone was a bit impassioned, so this answer should be correct.

Upon hearing this, Bishop Dawkins suddenly felt very dissatisfied.

A chestnut was directly placed on Atun's head.

"Boom!" There was a sound.

Atun was knocked unconscious: Did he say something wrong? Isn’t the pastor the wet nurse?

"Nonsense, you are so enlightened and still want to be my disciple?"

Atun is confused again, no, what kind of master is this?

"Give you another chance, tell me, what is the most important thing for a pastor to know?"