The old bishop came back soon, and he didn't say where he went, and Gallo didn't ask.
Anyway, he often disappears mysteriously like this.
"Come, come, take a look at the ritual dance I just practiced today."
As Gallo said, he found a mop as a scepter, and began his performance.
Compared with the elegant, delicate, and noble dancing posture of the young bishop, his dancing looks elegant, powerful, and unrestrained.
The mop in hand was danced like an electric fan, bringing out gusts of wind.
It is said to be a dance or a ceremony, but it is more like a street performer, performing the kind of broken boulder on the chest.
But even so, the old bishop still kept nodding, applauding and admiring:
"Brilliant! This is the real ritual dance!"
"You are indeed very talented in art. You are a talented artist who is dragged down by faith!"
"But... why did you suddenly want to learn this? Didn't you always think it was useless before?"
Gallo stopped dancing, put away the mop, and then began to tell what he saw today.
When he said that he secretly learned the girl bishop's divine arts, the old bishop couldn't help but widen his eyes, and interrupted in surprise:
"Wait, you only read her once and learned her divine art? Can you cast it with only the assistance of handprints?"
"No... There are still many flaws and deficiencies..."
"It's just a simple fifth-level magical technique. I can't even learn it well, and I have to rely on handprints to perform it..."
"My talent is too poor, and I am ashamed of the goddess' favor."
Gallo was helpless, but there was nothing he could do about it. After all, talent cannot be bought with hard work.
He thinks this should have something to do with his resurrection once.
He vaguely remembered that when he was on Earth, he was also a priest, a very powerful priest.
However, he believed in a god called 'Holy Light', who was also very good at mind control. He often turned the powerful followers of the enemy, such as the Lord of Fire and Deathwing, into his own followers and let them eat back at the original owner.
Then he said lightly such words as "wow", "thank you" and "good fight", making the enemy explode in anger.
As a result, now, he has become a mediocre person with extremely poor talent, who can't even learn the simplest and most basic entry-level healing magic.
He felt that this was a side effect of the resurrection.
How could there be no price for such a miracle as resurrection from the dead
After the old bishop listened to his description, his tone changed a bit, and he said quickly:
"That's a fifth-level divine technique! You're too..."
When he got excited, he almost said what was in his heart. Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough, and immediately changed his words:
"It's too bad!"
"If it were your senior brother, he would definitely be able to reproduce this magic technique perfectly."
"You still need to keep working hard, let alone talk about it with others, so as not to embarrass yourself."
Gallo nodded again and again in shame, and said:
"I know, I will keep in mind the teachings of the goddess, and always be modest and prudent."
The old bishop exhorted again:
"Don't make the same mistakes as your senior brother."
"Yes, I will always keep his lesson in mind."
Gallo has a brother who is also a student adopted by the old bishop, but he has never been masked, and he doesn't even know his name. He can only imagine his heroic appearance in the old bishop's various descriptions.
He is a genuine genius, he can master all kinds of magical arts as soon as he learns them, and there is nothing in this world that can stump him.
Gallo believed it, because the old bishop never lied.
He often fantasized about how prominent his own sect would be if his senior brother was still there. How moist should the days be
How good would it be if I could have such a talent as him
It's a pity that this talented senior brother is proud and complacent, and refuses to work hard. After squandering his talent, he disappears from everyone.
Unable to accept such a gap in his proud heart, he chose to commit suicide by taking poison, and died young like this.
Gallo couldn't help sighing, and always used him as a lesson, reminding and urging himself not to repeat the same mistakes.
The old bishop thought for a while, and asked again:
"Then, what is your purpose of learning that divine art?"
Gallo hastily revealed all the little calculations in his heart, including borrowing a bullock cart from Old John, borrowing a little donkey from a neighbor, using potato skins as flower petals, and using curtains as carpets, and so on.
"In this way, we will also have pomp and dignity, and if we go to help others with the ceremony, the fee will be higher."
"The bishop wants 50 gold at a time, let's make it cheaper, 50 silver!"
"Uh...you..."
The old bishop showed embarrassment and hesitated to speak.
At last he reluctantly said:
"You can try... "
"But the question is, who is going to invite us to conduct such a ceremony?"
Gallo couldn't help being taken aback...
Yes, who would invite our unknown sect to perform such a ceremony
And the believers of Old John couldn't afford the high price of 50 silver at all.
He couldn't help feeling a little discouraged.
The old bishop noticed his emotional change, and quickly comforted him:
"It's okay, not now, not necessarily in the future."
"The goddess said: With hope, tomorrow will be better."
"So you can prepare first and be prepared."
Gallo suddenly regained his energy and nodded again and again.
"Yeah yeah, like you always say: we can live without, but we can't."
"I'm going to continue practicing!"
After that, he really went back to his room and began to ponder over this newly learned magic.
He wanted to master this magical technique as soon as possible, so that he could perform it without handprints as soon as possible.
With my talent, it may take a night.
If it was replaced by a genius brother, it might only take a few minutes.
This gap is too big...
But it doesn't matter, I can make up for it with hard work!
He cheered himself up in his heart, and just like this devoted himself to the practice of divine arts.
It wasn't until midnight that he finally mastered this magical technique, and he could cast it instantly without the assistance of handprints.
But there is still a little flaw.
It's the song of the hymn...
No matter how he adjusts and tries, there are always some strange tunes...
No way, he has tried his best...
Although the tune was a bit strange, even he could hardly understand these languages, let alone others.
"It just happens to be our own characteristic, so it won't be exactly the same as Shenguang Sect."
Gallo muttered to himself, feeling a little sleepy, and quickly did 100 push-ups to exercise his body, then he untied the lead weights wrapped around his body, and fell down to sleep.
Before going to bed, he still did not forget to confess his sins to the goddess.
"I ate a sheriff's meal today, and I ate for two..."
"Too little to waste this precious opportunity..."
"Waste is a sin, I hope the goddess will forgive me."