C2 Fifteen Years

A simple little town that showed its vitality and vitality under the sun.

Outside of the small town, there was a small hut that was filled with a medicinal fragrance.

In a dark room, a woman wearing a dark blue robe held onto a white cloth hat on her head. She smiled and bent down, greeting a boy who was about eleven or twelve years old and had pure eyes.

"It's Riester, are you here to play …" Eh? You're going to help your godfather buy herbs again? Didn't you come here just two days ago? "

After the boy politely greeted him, he nodded and carefully crossed over the bamboo baskets on the ground. Under the fragrance of various herbs, he walked step by step into the hut, "Mmm mmm, I came to help replenish the herbs. Dad also said that he seems to have consumed a lot of energy recently, but luckily, a kind-hearted aristocrat donated a gold coin two days ago. " With that, the boy raised the shriveled cloth bag in his hand and smiled happily.

"Wow ~ ~ That's good!" The woman clapped as if she felt the same, then laughed happily.

She recognized the boy's godfather in front of her. He was the town's priest. Although he had the ability to pray for blessings and his title was only that of a normal beginner priest, he had relied on mere force to repel the thieves who had attacked the town a few years ago …

He could be said to be a very strange person.

Moreover, this Old Priest was not young at all. When he first came to the town, he was forced to help the townspeople every day, which really annoyed him. This confirmed his title as a 'weirdo'.

However, because people were truly kind and their style was straightforward, it meant that they had a pretty good relationship with others.

However, in such a small place, people want to ask a priest for help, mostly because of stomachache, fever, or child play injury and other trivial matters. Even though Riester's godfather's martial prowess didn't seem to be low, the Saint Force that was a priest could be described as weak. However, Riester wholeheartedly wanted to help …

Fortunately, this Old Priest also knew some herbal medicine, and a few friends of beginner priests would occasionally come over to take care of the town. Otherwise, this side would have been in chaos long ago.

"You told Lord Risster that the herbs are being sold at a fifty percent discount today." Thinking for a moment, the blue-robed woman stroked the little boy's head and said, "Then I'll send another packet of candy as a reward for running errands."

Although she was only a beginner alchemist, she was still very happy to have the opportunity to help Old Priest, who was zealous and helpful.

"That's great! Auntie, I don't need that sugar ball anymore. Can you help me pack more herbs … Let's do it... Un, if it's still possible … … Give me a sugar ball. " As Riester finished his sentence, he lowered his head and kicked the floor in shame.

The blue-robed woman smiled and held the little boy's head, lovingly ruffled his hair, then stuffed the candy into his mouth. After joking for a while, she returned to squatting beside the bamboo basket and picked out some good quality herbs.

"Alright, hurry up and go back. "Wait a minute. If someone needs help, Lord Risster will be anxious." The woman gently pushed the boy out of the shop and looked at him benevolently. She waved back at him as she walked slowly towards the chapel. It was obvious that the boy was tired but still had a face full of smiles.

Although he was adopted by his godfather when he was still a child, Riester never knew what it felt like to have a mother.

"Daddy! I'm back. It's a special medicine today! " The little boy couldn't help but shout before he stepped through the door.

Old Priest, who was doing his daily morning lessons in the church, didn't care about the rude way of addressing her. He just smiled and shook his head, walked two steps back and took the bag from her. Did you, child, thank anyone? "

"No. Isn't a discount a commercial promotion? " The little boy looked at Old Priest blankly.

Old Priest lightly patted his forehead and said helplessly, "Child, don't you think it's too frequent with discounts?"

"Could it be that Auntie is taking special care of us?" But this will cause auntie to lose money, what should I do? Or do you want to find someone else to buy it for you in the future? But Auntie wants me to visit more often … "

Old Priest didn't care about the panicking boy. He opened the package and sorted it out on the wooden table. While praising the quality of the herbs, he frowned and thought to himself. Although the child had read a lot of books with him and was quite knowledgeable, he was still very low in terms of favors.

On the one hand, it had something to do with the old man's excellent education, but how could he magically ignore all the complex human nature?

Old Priest frowned as he looked at the little boy, who was still feeling troubled. Although it was not very obvious, if one were to look carefully, they would discover that traces of golden light were being emitted from the boy's eyes …

"Child, you are too excited. What did I tell you? " After Old Priest finished, he pointed at his eyes.

The little boy suddenly raised his hand and placed it in front of his eyes. Immediately, he saw a golden holographic projection. I'm sorry, Father. It's just that Aunt Blue is very important to me, and I'm kind of … Whoosh … Ha... Whoosh … "Ha …" The boy apologized and took a deep breath to calm his disordered breathing and thoughts. The golden light in his eyes slowly faded.

"You child, sigh …" Old Priest sighed as he could not hold it in any longer. He couldn't help but reminisce.

About a year ago, when this child was ten years old …

Rista and the other four brothers who were living in seclusion could clearly feel that this child's aptitude could only be considered average, but with his kind and pure heart, training in Saint Force was rather suitable.

Ask your child's wishes and get an unusually positive answer. Unexpectedly, when he tried to sense the Saint Force for the first time, the two silver Divine Imprint that represented Bright Lord appeared in the child's eyes.

Old Priest and his brothers even celebrated. Anyone of the higher orders knew this very well. The Divine Imprint that appeared on the followers' bodies were called sacred scars. Furthermore, this circular pattern, which represented light, and the ten runes which represented the twinkling of light, were the most noble of all the sacred scars, a complete Divine Imprint.

The meaning of a complete Divine Imprint was the love of the Lord and pure piety.

In the records of the Church, every person who had a complete Divine Imprint on them was labeled as a god's chosen one. The lowest was on the same level as the Arch-Cardinal.

At the beginning, joy and celebration became the main topic on which the five brothers met every time. It was peaceful and quiet, and after staying in Old Priest for many years, Rista even planned to risk contacting his old teacher to give this god's chosen one a better chance.

But, unexpectedly, the happy time only lasted for a few short months. One day, Rasta was surprised to see that the light in the adopted son's eyes was golden. This discovery caused his heart to freeze to the bottom of his feet. After a closer look, Old Priest's hands couldn't help but tremble.

Golden flames slowly floated around the silver Divine Imprint. This situation had occurred a total of three times in the past seven thousand years, and once in the Church.

About seven hundred years ago.

At that time, there was the God Paladin who had once attracted the attention of the higher-ups in the Church. No matter where he went, his future was bright. On his right arm, there was a very obvious mark of the Silver Cross. Although it was not the highest holy mark, it still proved his piety and his beautiful future.

Back then, the Holy War had started, so it was only right that this God Paladin fight for the sake of his faith. Not only did he participate, he actually played quite well. Under the protection of his outstanding performance and the strong church, the military rank hanging on his chest rose smoothly. In less than ten years, he had grown from a low-level officer to a well-known general who had tens of thousands of subordinates under his command.

However, in the final few years of this decade-long battle, his comrades discovered that his personality had gradually become violent and bloodthirsty. The moment they entered the battlefield, their eyes turned red, shouting words that no one could understand. All that remained of his order was to charge forward and leave no captives behind. As for the rest, it could only be said that it was very confusing and bizarre. It was said that it sounded as if it was both praying and begging for forgiveness.

His thoughts were clearly confused, and he almost lost his judgment.

When the situation was serious, even he would normally avoid the crowd and stay alone. His behavior was rather strange, and his armor would often stay on for several months, even tightly wrapping himself in sleep. His whole body was releasing an ominous smell.

Soon, whether it was his subordinates or his friends, anyone who got close to him would feel inexplicably uneasy, and they would all leave.

He began to uncontrollably emit a mysterious force field with a radius of five meters, but once he entered the range, it would make people feel as if he was walking naked in the wilderness surrounded by beasts. Just by standing there, unexplainable fear would continuously surge from the bottom of his heart.

In the end, even the ordinary soldiers could see that there was a faint red fog floating around him.

His eyes were crimson, and he was reeking of blood and corruption. This was no different from everyone else's demonic image.

He didn't expect that the situation would be so drastic for the high-ranking officials of the Church. After an urgent discussion, the Shadow of Light quietly began to act.

Unexpectedly, the few seniors had just arrived at the frontline. However, as usual, they started off with an opening. This Paladin had already started killing without any warning.

In the beginning of this terrible battle, the members of the Dark Light found out. The Fallen Knight only needed to wave his right hand violently to unleash several black blade-like beams. From the looks of it, it didn't look like a martial skill that Paladin should know. Its speed was extremely fast and its power was as sharp as a heavy axe. In one move, three of the team members fell.

The Company Leader of the Darkness of Light, in order to figure out what this was, gritted his teeth and painfully gave the order to capture him alive.

In just three short minutes, after sacrificing more than half of their team members and their Company Leader risking his life to create this opportunity, they finally failed to capture the roaring Fallen Knight. At that time, the Darkness of Light had dispatched a squadron of a hundred people, and in the end, only eleven of them managed to make it back alive.

As for the other members, they had returned to the glory of the Lord …

No wounded.

At that time, after removing Paladin's armor, everyone was shocked to discover that the Silver Cross on his arm had turned completely black, with blood-red flames coiling around it. As for that seemingly flat blood flame, it seemed to still be burning as it constantly shrank and swayed. Such a strange scene caused them to unconsciously increase the speed at which they were being escorted.

The crazy Paladin, after cutting off the tendons in his hands and feet, was roughly bound and stuffed into a special beast cage. The cage was small and narrow, shaped like a coffin. The thinnest iron pillar was as thick as a child's arm, and this Paladin, who already had a dark future, that usually enviable tall figure, now made him look like an inexpensive goods, wriggling around and stuffing it inside. Not to mention what he could do, even changing his posture became an extravagant hope.

As a precaution, the members of the Dark Light divided themselves into three periods, each time with three people watching over him, fully armed, day in and day out.

Everything seemed to be perfectly prepared.

However, an accident still happened on the way.

Three days later, Paladin, who had fallen, was left with a pile of ashes and a short report.

His face was filled with fear as he was swallowed up by the blood flames while laughing heartily. However, what makes people puzzled is that the source of the laughter is unknown. '...

Afterwards, the whole thing took several months of hard work to piece together before he came to know the truth.

Simply put, in an environment filled with blood and death on the battlefield, he doubted the doctrine of light, which believed in kindness and salvation.

If this was only the case, what would have happened would only be the disappearance of the sacred recording and the weakening of the divine technique. But... The problem occurred in the circumstances of his time.

Because of his nationality, his soldiers and his comrades were all Sassen Warriors who believed in Warlord.

Under the influence of his daily experiences, he inadvertently, or it could be said that he was happy to see the result, following Warlord in believing and completely becoming a 'apostle'.

He quickly found out that the Earth Saint Scar could actually receive a strong power that came from an unknown place.

He, who pursued a more efficient slaughter, was overjoyed. That Light Belief that had already been shaken to the point of breaking naturally did not appear in his mind again.

After that, there was a drastic change in his expression, madness, and self-destruction.

After collating the information, the Holy Church's researchers believed that the owner of the Sacred Mark could receive the power of heresy from the False Gods, and this power of betrayal carried a lot of risks.

The power of the teleportation could be mixed with malicious information, which could affect and even control him, potentially causing great harm.

In the end the Church issued permanent orders to the headquarters of the dark church. If they were to find out that the owner of the saint mark had fallen, they didn't need to carry out the orders. They would exterminate them on the spot.

One year ago, Old Priest's trembling hand was placed beside his adopted son's delicate neck. With a light wave, he would be able to complete the permanent teaching order …

However, humans were not like plants and vegetation...

Old Priest's hands were trembling non-stop and his lips were trembling for a long time. Even the word "rebel" that he was about to shout could not get out. In the end, he decided to ask first to see how it worked.

He consoled himself with the thought that he should be clear before making a wrong judgement, and asked nonchalantly.

The child tilted her head and thought for a long time before speaking with uncertainty. Roughly two months ago, when he was reading the Holy Bright Scripture before going to sleep, a gust of wind blew the candle out, causing his surroundings to fall into complete darkness …

At that time, the child was only ten years old after all, and upon falling into a panic, he instinctively muttered the words "Holy Bright Scripture" in his mind.

But when he recited "The Lord is everywhere, and in every ray of light, in every spark of fire, and in the darkest star of the night, there is the Lord lovingly protecting"...

He stopped.

There was not even a speck of light, let alone starlight in the room.

There were very few windows in the commoners' houses. Other than a narrow air vent, there was not a single one in Riester's room. At this moment, Riester was about to cry.

All of them were probably thought of by the little boy, but they were immediately overturned by reality. As if he had lost Bright Lord's protective love, he felt that his surroundings were getting darker and darker. The scene inside his heart was like he was walking on an increasingly narrow road, making him more and more afraid.

After a long time, the little boy suddenly thought of something. Dad once said.

"A kind man has a light in his heart."

Although he didn't remember what the first and last sentence meant, Riester still held onto this lifeline tightly.

At this moment, for the confused and simple-minded little boy, this sentence did not merely represent a simple concept. In a short period of time, it had turned into a 'conviction'.

There was light in his heart, and there was light in his heart …

These words flowed through Riester's heart again and again … Suddenly, in his chest, perhaps in his heart, a weak light bloomed from below. Although it could not be seen at all, the little boy gently held onto his warm and tranquil chest, feeling that this was indeed happening.

His entire body was warm, and his heart was as calm as it ever was. Before Riester fell into a deep sleep, he felt a huge ancient yet familiar will that seemed to be far away from him. It slowly opened his eyes.

There was nothing in front of him, let alone eyes. However, he did "feel" a pair of eyes looking at his chest with surprise.

The next moment, the little boy suddenly appeared in the world of light. The room was gone, the bed was gone, the world seemed to be left alone, floating in a warm, intense, but not blinding light.

Riester stood in the void, confused. He slowly raised his hand to look at his own body, and he wasn't sure if his body was shining, and the end of his body was slowly turning into tiny particles of light... Like bubbles blown from a straw, they slowly floated in the air. After a few seconds of spinning, the light spots were surrounded by the warm, strong light and melted into the huge Light Flow.

At that moment, Riester seemed to have obtained something, but he also seemed to have lost something, as if he was hugged by the light or the light.

So comfortable...

Filled with an endless sense of satisfaction, Riester felt as if he had expanded by thousands or even tens of thousands of times. He couldn't help but smile.

But at this time, the scene on the screen was actually quite terrifying. In the bright space, the boy who was left with only half of his body, squinted his eyes and smiled, not caring at all about the constant changes on his body … Everything seemed so comfortable that it made him intoxicated.

Immersed in the warm light …

It seemed like a long time ago … In the memories deep within his mind, he seemed to have held her in such a warm embrace before. When Riester's thought was about to disappear, the giant will closed its eyes.

Riester suddenly fell back into the cold and dark room from the warm world of light.

Although the boy felt inexplicably sorrowful, and vaguely felt that the final decision was to protect him, the boy was still deeply disappointed. He felt that if he sank completely into the Light Flow, he would no longer be him, but he could still be considered him, and he would no longer feel sad. Pain and loss would be completely meaningless to him.

In that blurry image, Riester seemed to understand the meaning of returning to the Holy Light and redemption.

It wasn't until he realized that the ray of light in his heart was still there, and it had become a little more solid, that the little boy inexplicably felt happy again and smiled as he fell asleep.

After waking up, it seemed as if the sacred mark carried a golden flame with it.

Old Priest was both worried and relieved when he heard that. The little rascal was really betraying the sect. He had spent two seconds to establish his own sect, which only had one believer as a 'sect'.

The new teachings were not complete. Other than saying one more sentence, they were basically the original version of Holy Bright Scripture s. Trouble is that the core teachings are actually just a few more sentences, and that sentence is actually my own.

Such a change in the core could indeed be said to have met the standard of being a traitor, but the sacred mark only became dimmer and did not blacken, indicating that the number one boss in the world had already 'seen' it. Furthermore, he seemed to have even helped out. Right?

Since the Lord is kind and forgiving, and since I'm a believer in the Lord and am his father, of course I should be more lenient. Lowering my head to look at the child's blank face, that makes my head hurt even more.

He didn't need to consider the power that he had acquired; the teleportation point would most likely be that ray of light within his heart. From the chest to the eyes, how strong could this be? No wonder this golden flame could barely be seen when the stinking brat was in a calm state of mind.

From the looks of it, the inner strength was related to the heart, especially the heartbeat. It could directly reflect the enhancement from the eyes.

Emotions and breathing can affect the heart rate, which is dangerous. Although its uses are unknown, there is a need to strengthen the learning of emotional control.

As for the message sent by his power, his heart had its own light. It was the light sent by the 'kind-hearted person' in the complete version. It seemed like this child was too kind to the point where he couldn't be cured! Perhaps conspiracy and cunning would be cut off from him.

Being controlled could be said to be completely pointless. Controlling oneself was very normal. In the worst case scenario, he might even be immune to some mental attacks.

Old Priest came to the conclusion that he had to hide the matter of this child's holy mark. Instead of spreading the news freely like he had planned, he had to train the way to hide the holy mark.

The Light was gone, but the Inquisition still stood on the summit of Montenegro.

These madmen would never ask more than three questions to low-ranked clerics. They would even torture them with knives and sticks.

But the problem was that it wasn't too big and he wanted to pass it safely. As long as he could hide the mark from someone with a higher position, he would be able to slowly explain it to someone else. There was a high chance that he would be able to pass the test.

If the Church was too decadent, there was no one who could speak, or if it was too difficult to hide the golden threads in their eyes, they could just pretend to be blind in the Holy See and casually pull something like that... "I will never open my eyes before the world is cleared." Bullshit, he might even receive a special reward. In any case, it wasn't as though there were no precedents.

Thinking about this, Old Priest was completely focused. He pretended to be calm as he slowed down his speech and explained to Riester the possible impact of the change in the sacred mark on him as well as the possible future measures to deal with it.

After that, he had to hastily prepare and study. When the brothers heard about this, they were somewhat regretful and also a little glad to laugh out loud for a few rounds. They stroked the young man's head and said, "I'm very lucky." Just pretend it's all right.

More than a year had passed, and looking at this child now, he was so simple-minded that it caused others to have a headache.

A year of painstaking training had allowed him to calm his agitated heart for a few seconds. This child's mind had always been overly pure and innocent.

However, most of the time in his life, he could keep the light from shining through his pupils. As long as he lowered his gaze for a few seconds when he got excited, he wouldn't be discovered.

Although there was still room for improvement, the idiotic method of pretending to be blind could now be ruled out.

Right now, the biggest problem was instead of being overly kind and naive. The solution was nothing more than to increase one's life experience or to have the relative strength to protect oneself. Of course, giving up on being a priest and getting away from the Church was a relatively safe and easy way.

"Child, in a month or so, you'll be twelve years old." Old Priest looked at Liszt as he returned to his normal state and lightly stated a fact.

"Yes!" Father. One month and twelve days. "

After a reflexive reply, both unease and anticipation hit the boy at the same time. He had known for a long time what it meant to be twelve years old for a man who had set himself up as a pastor of light.

Before each priest could obtain proof from the church, they needed to be Patrolling Priest's follower for three years to learn about the local customs and life. After two years, they would have access to basic fighting techniques and primary divine arts.

After that, no matter how well one learned, as long as they were still alive after these five years of roaming, they could be called the prepared Novice Priest. After that, he would go to the local church in charge to take the Saint Force test, and receive the task of turning the priest around.

Before completing the mission, the task could be accepted without any preparation. It was called Novice Priest.

Once the mission was completed, he would of course become a great beginner priest. As for failing the mission, they would lose their identity as Novice Priest. It seemed that after following the tour instructor for another two years to continue the challenge, or choose a different path to live, no one would be able to stop them forever giving up their status as Novice Priest.

Right now, Riester was about to reach the minimum age for patrolling. Riester was one of the majority of the twelve-year-olds who had never left the town. Although he was slightly uneasy about leaving the town, his anticipation and fantasy about the future still far exceeded his uneasiness.

"Father, I …" "Are you going on a tour?" Riester looked up with a hint of excitement and asked carefully.

"Yes, but. "Kid, you can think about it. There are a lot of interesting jobs not being a priest, and it's nice to be like your Aunt Flint.

"Although your uncles and I know that your beliefs are very pure, but most of the senior members of the church are lunatics. They won't reason with you at all, and the ones that aren't crazy are quite timid. When the time comes, you will inevitably come into contact with them …" When the situation came to a head, Old Priest felt uneasy again as he nagged at Riester to advise him.

"Lord Father, do you think I shouldn't even try?" However, he was interrupted by Riester.

Old Priest was tongue-tied. He didn't have anything to say. He had to use his life to try.

However, as he looked at the shy boy, who was about to let a child enter the boy's body, his eyes flashed with determination despite his uneasiness. Rasta looked at the child, thinking about her past. He was a little proud.

"There's no hesitation. Although the road ahead is going to be tough, but this is good as well …" Old Priest's vision was a bit blurry.

"Child, my child." Old Priest secretly wiped the corner of his eyes, "When encountering danger, remember that there is an old man sitting at home in the southern countryside. He can do anything he wants." After pausing for a moment, Old Priest stared deeply at Riester, as if staring deeply into his tender body, that strand of stubborn and determined soul.

After half a moan, Old Priest's mouth opened twice. He took in another breath, and then said slowly and seriously, "To preserve my life, there must be a future, and a future that represents hope, and don't let daddy … There's no hope. "

"Father, I will protect your life and your beautiful future …" The boy was also a little choked with sobs, but a child who was not even twelve yet could not understand the dangers and accidents of the world.

He believed that being a priest and helping everyone was a good future. Furthermore, without considering how much danger his uniqueness could bring, it was impossible for the accident to be far away from him. In succession, she even left something on his chest.

Old Priest nodded, he touched his forehead and thought for a while, "It seems that I have to go out and find my old friend." After all, the target of the tour is as important as being an enlightened mentor. "

"Dad, you or your four uncles, can't you be my tour guide?" The boy was a little surprised as this was not what he had guessed. He thought it was Old Priest, or the nearby towns or villages. The four clergymen who often chatted with him and gave him some small stuff would take him on a tour.

Although his uncles' hands were a bit black, they were also emitting a faint silver light like his father's. This made him very comfortable and he unconsciously wanted to get close to them, not to mention that they were like elders who were really related to each other.

If it wasn't for Riester's good personality, he might have already been spoiled. It could be said that the memories of these uncles were all very warm for Riester.

He once asked Old Priest why his fathers and uncles were glowing. At that time, Old Priest was stunned and stared into his eyes: "That should be because your eyes received some kind of inner feeling … Performance. This should be a very special kind of talent, but this was also something that he had to try his best not to let others know. "If you have the chance, you can study it for a bit."

Afterwards, he had learned from his uncles and aunts that no one could see this light. And now, as long as he did not observe too hard, he could not see any light.

Old Priest, who had just heard Riester's doubts, comforted the boy by patting him on the shoulder, "Patrolling Priest is a very special existence. They passed down their knowledge, they educate their juniors, they observe the world, they are far away from it, but they are closer to it than anyone else.

Furthermore, because they often had to go deep into the wilderness to help any living being under the light, they had a special meaning that was absolutely neutral between the various countries and races. "Therefore, we need extremely high ethics and powerful personal force. If we don't have the ability, we won't be able to do it."

Old Priest sighed and then continued, "Sadly, in the last few years, the aristocratic powers have wanted to intervene in the church, or let the useless second and third heirs of the family be gilded. This was originally very difficult, but in order to get rich, some idiots in the church trained a bunch of useless Patrolling Priest and made it easy for them. Not mentioning how shallow Patrolling Priest's knowledge was, his martial arts was also almost nil. It was obvious that he was a nobleman who paid for his services.

They only needed to bring along a group of young masters and 'tour' the surroundings of the Imperial City as if they were on an outing. They wore luxurious clothes and ate extravagantly. At night, they would set up a ten-man tent near the Imperial City. After messing around for five years, they left the people in charge of the church. In any case, there were plenty of ways to get them to pass the mission. Traveling in a carriage? "Humph!" Old Priest snorted with disdain as he muttered to himself about how he was back then …

"Unfortunately, this kind of trash is getting more and more numerous. Poor kids who haven't paid, you can't learn anything unless you say you want to live as a servant for five years. " With that, Old Priest sighed.

This was the first time Riester heard this, so he was quite surprised, "Then … What about the unlucky ones? "

"I can only hope that the next tour guide would be better. With this kind of five years of tour, those without money won't even be able to pass the Saint Force test."

"If this chaos doesn't improve, I'm afraid... "No, it's become a big problem." Speaking up to here, Old Priest lowered his head in silence, then immediately raised it again, and patted his chest with confidence: "However, you don't have to worry about this kind of child. Your dad is preparing to help you find a mentor, although I don't have much experience with him, but ah, not only is he very knowledgeable and knowledgeable, his martial prowess is also very famous. He can be said to be the strongest in the whole Southwest Church, or even the strongest in the entire continent... Beginner Priest!

With that, Old Priest looked at the boy with a playful look and smiled.

"Daddy …" Why did you specially find a beginner priest to be mine … Where's the instructor? " Although this kind child's tone was quite calm, the golden threads in his eyes were already shooting out. Clearly, he was very excited.

"Relax, kid, let me ask you. Suppose you come back in five years and apply for a mission, you can miraculously complete it and happily go back to report. "Excuse me, what's your rank after five years?"

"Yes …" Beginner Priest. "

"Yes, that's right. In the next five to ten years, which class can you use most of the time?"

"Beginner Priest."

"Kid, may I ask what was the most dangerous time for you to enter the church?"

"Beginner Priest." The little boy's eyes lit up. He understood now.

Old Priest continued to smile and said, "Most people go into the wrong place. They think the higher the class of instructor, the more effective it is to teach others."

"It's not wrong... But that's not right. For an apprentice, asking a master who has been famous for hundreds of years to teach him might not even be as effective as hiring an employee who is still working just now. "

"Why?" Old Priest asked himself before answering.

"Because in the master's mind, there are almost no methods to learn the basics. To him, the basics were like breathing, only unconscious. It was an indispensable part of his life, but only a small part. But for the staff who work every day, the basics are probably all about him.

"Of course, if the student is a top tier craftsman who is about to step into the Master realm, the Master will be of great help to him. As for what the employee can teach him, that will depend on his luck.

"It could be a super basic improvement, or it could also be a waste of money after raising its cultivation base.

"Now, you haven't even stepped into the apprentice level yet. Do you want to choose the 'strongest' employee or an ordinary craftsman?"

"Dad, I understand, under the guidance of the strongest employees, I have to be the strongest student even as an apprentice." The moment Riester said this, he felt his blood boiling. He clenched his tender fists as his fighting spirit soared. He wished that he could set off right now.

Old Priest also smiled in a gratified manner and said straightforwardly: "Very good, very good …" However, he was actually thinking, "Your dad doesn't have any money for me, he needs people …" It couldn't be said that there was no one here, but they couldn't see the light of day. If you don't rely on crooked methods, it will be difficult to get you to become an official Priest safely. "Fortunately, that strange fellow owes me a favor, and he is indeed a genuine person. Otherwise, it would be a bit difficult for me to deal with him.

"Take good care of it in these two months. We're going to travel for a long time." "I remember you guys went to visit your aunt Fen Lan more. It's all thanks to her these past few years …"

"Yes." "Daddy, don't I need to prepare something?"

Old Priest laughed, "Child, you are going to gain experience. He wasn't like those dainty noble young masters. Although he wouldn't die, he didn't need to think about how comfortable it would be these past few years.

"According to the ancient method, one can only travel with a long robe and a wooden staff. However, after one to two thousand years, the Church has finally relaxed the restrictions. Every teacher will bring the church the minimum living necessities, and this will become a valuable and unforgettable experience …" "Alright." Old Priest was stunned for a moment. He seemed to have thought of something.

"Oh right, child, this teacher is a bit 'special', and he has never taken many children on tours.

"At that time, other than things related to cultivation, if he makes any strange requests, remember to make sure what he wants to do and then take action.

"If necessary, it doesn't matter if you try to come up with some ideas, because I've heard that his ability to live is a bit... "Not too tall, just like that." Old Priest, who was weighing his words, didn't dare to tell his son that the strange person had only brought out one apprentice, even though he had also become an extraordinarily powerful priest.

However, when the acolyte first returned, he heard that the barbarian that looked like a barbarian from the northwest had a head of messy hair that was spread out behind his back like wild weeds, and his stone-like muscular body was exposed to the cold wind through his tattered long robe. When he got closer, he looked like a man-eating demon in the middle of the mountains. His eyes were like that of a hungry, bloodthirsty beast, occasionally glancing at the neck arteries of passers-by. It could be said that no matter how one looked at it, they seemed to be an acolyte from the Wilderness, and gave off the aura of an ancient survivor perfectly from head to toe.

If he wasn't still wearing his tattered priest robe, the first thing he said after seeing the gate guards was, "Bright Lord, I came back alive!" If he wasn't subdued on the spot, he would be beaten away. After two months, his body and demeanor gradually returned to normal.

As for his own explanation, it was that the experimental type of incomplete compound god technique had changed his body and changed his appearance. That was why he looked like that. In fact, he was definitely a gentle and refined person.

While he was speaking, although he was dressed normally, he was squatting on a chair and munching on a piece of meat that was almost completely raw in one hand. It seemed like the thing in his head was a little hard to say.

Later on, he seemed to have been assigned to the three great knight squads to gain experience, and I heard that he did quite well. As for the details later on, I'm not too sure.

Unaware that this was a gambling-like training, Riester's eyes were still shining as he fantasized about a beautiful future. Hearing Old Priest's reminder, he just casually agreed a few times and fell into his brain's grandiose delusions.

Old Priest also continued to do his own work quietly. He thought that the little boy's change was already strange enough, adding a little more change might distract a lot of people.

To effectively increase the security of the Church in its early stages, as for the pure kindness of his enhanced version, perhaps only a test with enough stimulation would be able to improve his character. With regards to the stimulation of the test, Old Priest was very confident, it would definitely be enough, if not enough, he wouldn't be able to find a higher one.

"Hehe …" Old Priest looked at his expectant son apologetically and thought to himself, "This is for your own good, I hope there won't be any serious side effects, but..." A little is probably unavoidable.

Time slipped by just like this. During this time, Old Priest had only been out for two days to finish contacting his four brothers.

Although no one could understand why the strange man was needed at the beginning, they could all accept this strange idea after they explained it. However, his apology to Riester increased the amount of love he had for the past two months.

As for Riester, he still went to the herbal shop twice a day without worrying about anything. Although he had caused Aunt Fu Lan's turnover to drop quite a bit, but with every intimate greeting and warm care, Riester secretly enjoyed the feeling of being his mother.

In this warm atmosphere, Riester celebrated his twelfth birthday. After a small and happy birthday party, the boy lied on his bed and rolled around, trying to guess what it was...

I wonder what kind of a teacher would come to pick me up?