As soon as Gallo brought Misseran to the small garden, he saw her open her notebook and ask various questions like a cannonball:
"After this magical technique is modified, the effect is somewhat different from the expected one, what should I do?"
"The use of the power of faith here is theoretically possible, but why can't I always do it well?"
"I also find it difficult here..."
"I wrote you a letter, why didn't you reply me?"
When facing other people, Misseran felt that it was very tiring to say a single word, but in front of Gallo, she didn't feel this way at all, and even felt that she could talk endlessly for most of the day.
This may be because Pastor Gallo has a reassuring temperament...
The girl thought so.
Gallo, on the other hand, looked carefully at the contents of the notebook, which was the research record of Mitheran's research on the modification of divine arts after returning.
Misseran sat beside him, with her hands resting on her legs, her palms holding her head like a bouquet of flowers, just silently staring at Gallo's face, waiting patiently for him to look through.
But after only reading two or three pages, Gallo found several problems, and finally couldn't bear to complain:
"Wow? Daidai you can't even do this? You're so stupid"
"This is just a second-order divine art. Why can't I use it after more than a week?"
"Woo..."
Misseran lowered her head a little aggrieved, and reluctantly said:
"But, this is a modified divine technique..."
After the revision of the divine art, the level and difficulty can no longer refer to the original standard, but it doesn't mean that 1+1=2. What level should be counted needs to be evaluated in detail.
And this healing spell was at the second level before the modification. According to the level of normal people, the original version would take half a month or even a month to master. The process still requires a lot of practice and guidance, not to mention the modified version. up.
It only took Misseran a week to barely release it. This speed is actually worthy of the title of genius girl with magical arts.
It's a pity that this is far from Gallo's standard...
"Stay dumb, have you been lazy this week? Didn't you put all your thoughts on it?"
Gallo asked again.
Misseran blinked her big eyes, not knowing how to answer...
Does she think she is working hard? I spend a lot of time every day studying divine arts...
But it is true that she did not spend all her thoughts on this. She is also a bishop-level figure. Although various mundane affairs are arranged by Bishop Yeke to help share, there are still many things that need to be handled by her personally. of.
Seeing that she didn't speak, Jia Luo thought for a while, and felt that he probably guessed the reason, so he reached out and touched her head, and said earnestly:
"Ah~ Actually, I also understand you. After all, you are a girl. There are always a few days of inconvenience every month. I can't be too strict..."
"However, you have to remember that people with poor talent like us must not complain about ourselves. Instead, we have to work harder to catch up with those geniuses. If it is replaced by my senior brother..."
"Forget it, let's not talk about these useless things, let's continue..."
Misseran nodded vigorously, and then rubbed her head against Gallo's palm.
Gallo then began to answer her various questions, and patiently helped her reorganize her thoughts.
Misseran, on the other hand, took advantage of the illumination of the magic lamp in the small garden, and tried hard to record in the notebook.
Bishop Yeke had gone back a long time ago. He seemed very relieved of the two young men and was not afraid that they would do anything out of the ordinary.
Of course, it might be better if it is done
It's a pity that the two of them still had a purely academic discussion until Misseran returned very late.
Only when Misseran was sent away did Gallo and the old bishop have a chance to open the purse enshrined by Bishop Yeke.
Good guy, a full fifty gold coins!
Unexpectedly, the highest offering record set in the morning was broken so soon...
"These people really don't take money as money!"
Gallo couldn't help but sigh with emotion.
"Don't forget, this is just money for a random ceremony..."
The old bishop reminded me.
Gallo then asked:
"Then we are considered rich now, right?"
The old bishop nodded.
"That's good! I'll go to the Bloodbath Vegetable Market tomorrow, buy beef, mutton and fish! There are also vegetables and noodles, as well as milk for kittens, I'll buy them all!"
Gallo said very excitedly.
In this way, Gallo experienced the life of a rich man the next day, and his teeth ached from chewing beef.
Although there are still no believers coming to the door today, and the church is still deserted, he feels very fulfilled.
"Is this the life of the rich? It's so unpretentious..."
But that night, a strange guest came to the door.
It was a middle-aged man with a fat figure and his hairline was on the verge of collapse. He was not a believer here, nor was he a neighbor nearby. He was just wandering around bored. When he passed the church, he wanted to come in and talk about his distress.
This kind of thing is very 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 seek comfort and psychological counseling.
And normal clergy would not reject them, even if they were not their own believers, they would still listen to them and offer a few words of comfort. If they were well comforted, they would most likely join the church.
So Gallo didn't refuse him, and led him to the confessional room that was converted from the confessional room.
The middle-aged man sat in the narrow confession room, feeling a little strange. The confession room here is narrowly arranged, much smaller than other churches, and it feels more like a confinement room. It’s okay to go in, but I want to It will be very troublesome to come out...
Maybe it's because the church is so small
He didn't think too much about it.
But then he heard the rattling of iron chains and the sound of locking, and the door he came in had been firmly locked by Gallo...
"Why lock the door?"
He quickly asked a question.
"Oh, this is the ritual of our church, which symbolizes locking up troubles and sufferings. After you come out, they will leave you."
Gallo replied outside the door, then turned back and walked to the other end of the confession room, and opened the window in the middle.
Confession rooms or confessionals in other churches use beautiful glass or hollow patterns to separate the clergy and ordinary people, but here, they use iron rods as thick as fingers, which looks like a prison or prison. like a prison...
This was Gallo's modification request at the time, which made people wonder why it was designed in this way.
"Okay, what troubles do you have, tell me and listen to it?"
As Gallo said, he passed a cup of tea through the cell window.