I Am A Priest In The Otherworld

As soon as Gallo took Misseran to the small garden, she saw her open the notebook and asked various questions like a cascade:

"After this magical technique has been modified, the effect is somewhat different from what was expected, what should I do?"

"The use of the power of faith here is theoretically possible, but why do I always do it badly?"

"I find it so difficult here too..."

"I wrote you a letter, why didn't you reply to me?"

When facing other people, Misselan felt tired to say a word, but in front of Gallo, she didn't feel that way at all, and even felt that she could talk about it for a long time.

This may be because Pastor Gallo has a reassuring temperament...

The girl thought so.

Gallo carefully looked at the contents of the notebook, which was the research record of Miseran's revision of the magic arts after returning.

Misseran was sitting next to him, her hands on her legs, her palms holding her head like a bouquet, just staring at Gallo's face silently, waiting patiently for him to look through it.

But after only reading two or three pages, Gallo discovered several problems, and finally spit out intolerably:

"Wow? You don't even know this dumbfounded? You're so stupid..."

"This is just a second-order magic technique, why is it just barely able to perform after more than a week?"

"Woo..."

Misseran lowered his head a little aggrieved, and reluctantly explained:

"But, this is a modified magic technique..."

After the divine art is revised, the rank and difficulty can no longer refer to the original standard, but it is not to say that 1+1=2, the specific rank should be considered, and specific evaluation is needed to know.

And this healing magic technique was second-order before the modification. According to the normal level, the original version will take half a month or even a month to master, and a lot of practice and guidance are needed in the process, not to mention the modified version. Up.

It only took Misseran a week to be able to barely release, this speed is actually worthy of the title of genius magic girl.

It's a pity that this is far from Gallo's standard, there is still some distance...

"Damn, this week, have you been lazy? Didn't you put your mind on this?"

Gallo asked again.

Misseran blinked her eyes, and some didn't know how to answer...

Does she think she is still working hard? I spent a lot of time studying divine art every day...

But she did not spend all her thoughts on this. How can she say she is also a bishop-level figure. Although various mundane chores are arranged by Bishop Jeck to help share, there are still many things that need to be handled by her personally. of.

Seeing that she hadn't spoken, Gallo thought for a while and thought he probably guessed the reason, so he reached out and touched her head, and said earnestly:

"Hey~ Actually I understand you too. After all, I am a girl. There are always a few days a month inconvenient, and I can't be too strict..."

"But you have to remember that people with bad talents like us must not complain about themselves. Instead, they must work harder to catch up with those geniuses. If they are replaced by my brother..."

"Forget it, let's not talk about these useless things, let's continue..."

Misseran nodded vigorously, and rubbed his head in Gallo's palm.

Gallo then began to answer her various questions, and very patiently helped her rethink her thoughts.

Misseran used the magic lamp in the small garden to record in his notebook.

Bishop Jeck had gone back long ago. He seemed to be very relieved of the two young men, and was not afraid that they would do anything out of the ordinary.

Of course, if it is done, maybe it is better?

It is a pity that after Misseran returned very late, the two still had a purely academic discussion.

After Misseran was sent away, Gallo and the old bishop had a chance to open the purse of bishop Yeck.

Good guy, fifty gold coins!

Unexpectedly, the highest worship record set in the morning was broken so soon...

"These people really don't treat money as money!"

Gallo couldn't help but sigh.

"Don't forget, this is just their money for a random ceremony..."

The old bishop reminded.

Gallo asked again:

"Then we are now rich people, right?"

The old bishop nodded.

"That's good! I'll go to the blood washing market tomorrow, beef, lamb and fish, buy, buy, buy! There are also vegetables and panels, as well as kittens' milk, I will buy it!"

Gallo said very excitedly.

In this way, Gallo experienced the days of a rich man the next day, chewing beef and toothache.

Although there are still no believers here today and the church is still deserted, he feels very fulfilled.

"Is this the life of the rich? It's so unpretentious..."

But when that night, a stranger came to the door.

He was a middle-aged man with a blessed stature and whose hairline was on the verge of collapse. He was not a believer here or a neighbor nearby. He was just wandering around boredly, passing by the church, and wanted to come in and talk about his distress.

This kind of thing is common in the City of Innocence. While the prosperity here brings convenience and enjoyment to people, it also brings heavy pressure. People habitually go to church to find comfort and psychological counseling.

And normal clergy will not reject them, even if they are not believers in their own family, they will still listen and comfort a few words. If they are comforted well, they are likely to follow the trend.

So Gallo didn't refuse him either, and led him to the confession room converted from the confessional.

The middle-aged man sat in the cramped confession room and found it a little strange. The confession room here is small and much smaller than other churches. It feels more like a confinement room. It’s okay to go in, but I want it later. It will be particularly troublesome...

Maybe it's because this church is already small?

He didn't think too much.

But then he heard the rattling of iron chains and the sound of locking. The door he came in was already locked firmly by Gallo...

"Why lock the door?"

He quickly asked.

"Oh, this is a ritual in our church. It symbolizes that troubles and sufferings are locked in. When you come out, they will leave you."

Gallo replied outside the door, then turned back to the other end of the confession room, and opened the middle window.

The confessions or confessions of other churches are separated by beautiful glass or hollow patterns between clergy and ordinary people, but here, iron rods with thick fingers are used, which looks like a prison or Like a cage...

This is the modification request proposed by Gallo at the time, and it makes people very puzzled why it was designed like this.

"Okay, what's your troubles, tell me?"

Gallo said, passing a cup of tea through the cell window.