Chapter 63 Take Half Each
The skill bar on the golden wall was green and blue, and Clown felt a little uncomfortable.
Can we make a ranking, with the strongest one at the top?
As this thought emerged in his mind, the words on the golden wall began to blur and finally disappeared.
After a few seconds, the new arrangement filled the wall.
The blue ones were at the top, with the Golden Light Spell coming first, followed closely by Basic Swordsmanship and Breathing of Fire.
This is much more pleasing to the eyes. The cheat sheet doesn't have a clear instruction manual and you have to figure out its functions by yourself, which is really unintelligent.
After complaining, Crown set the alarm using the time hourglass and began practicing fire breathing.
Liver proficiency is like sailing in still water, if you don't make progress, you will stop. He has always been very diligent and has never relaxed even for a moment.
Gradually, his body began to heat up, his temperature rose significantly, and wisps of white mist rose around him.
The room was filled with fog and became hazy.
. . . .
Clown sat cross-legged in the square facing the rising sun. His hands formed a great sun seal, and he visualized the red sun shining through his body and radiating all around.
He was immersed in meditation, yet maintained a keen awareness of his surroundings.
The ability to multitask is something I learned while fighting against a collection of evil thoughts. It is not considered a skill, but after learning it, it has become my instinct.
At this moment, the slight vibration of the ground made him realize that someone was walking out of the church door with light steps. It should be a petite person.
The man stopped moving and stood not far away. Crown ignored him and continued to observe.
Evelynna leaned against the door, quietly looking at the shadow with its back to her.
In a trance, she felt that there were wisps of golden light emanating from that person, and it seemed that two suns appeared in his eyes. The nun subconsciously covered her eyes with her hands.
After a moment, the light in front of her eyes dimmed. She looked carefully again, but did not find anything unusual. Everything that had just happened seemed like an illusion.
She patted her forehead and consoled herself: "Maybe I am too tired and am hallucinating."
The nun took a few more steps forward, her voice carrying a hint of resentment: "Mr. Moya, the priest is awake, please come over."
Crown had already finished his visualization at this time. It was past the hour of Mao, and it was meaningless to continue visualizing in the sunlight. Instead, it would consume his energy.
Clown stood up and touched his nose. He could hear the resentment in the nun's words: "I didn't offend you, beautiful Avina."
Did it take too long to help her reach the mountain? He had already thought of an excuse.
"Humph, the little girl is still unconscious and can't be woken up. Del is very worried. Is this what you call being measured?"
So that's what happened. Clown smiled politely and said gently, "Janice is too young, not physically strong but very emotional. I knocked her out for her own good. As for the right amount of sleep, I think she can sleep for 12 hours and wake up naturally in the afternoon."
This explanation left Evelyn speechless.
"You were just too ruthless."
"Don't keep the priest waiting too long," the nun glared at him fiercely, turned around and trotted away angrily.
. . . .
When Crown arrived at the priest's room, Geralt was there too.
He bowed and said, "May the God of Fire illuminate you and me."
Nick responded with a smile: "No need to be so formal, please take a seat."
The demon hunter stood up and weighed the bag in his hand, from which came the crisp sound of golden shields colliding.
"I'll take my leave now. I won't delay your discussion of church affairs. If there is such a good job in the future, remember to let me know. Geralt will be happy to serve."
"If your asking price can be lower, I don't mind giving you more work to do."
The demon hunter shook his head and left, "This won't work. Business is business."
He smiled and walked out of the room and closed the door.
Sitting next to the priest, Crown leaned over and asked, "How much was given? Was the money paid by the church or the church?"
"According to the statistics you provided, two spirit coins cost 46 gold shields, which is a considerable expense. The money can only be paid by the church. The subordinate churches can receive some resources from the church every month, and we are responsible for our own profits and losses. Therefore, the vacancies in the churches in the fertile areas of big cities are extremely popular."
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Nick looked solemn and continued, "What happened last night was my fault. I was affected by the evil creature after I stepped into its territory, but I didn't realize it. Without you, I'm afraid I will return to the embrace of God."
"When we fight, we are comrades who trust each other with life and death. It is only because of the priest's guidance that I can become a warrior of God."
He took off a palm-sized, bulging leather bag hanging from his belt and placed it on the table: "This is the spiritual item I collected when I eliminated the evil spirits last night."
"This is called Linghua. You should hurry up and read the books that Hamfa brought. You must replenish your extraordinary knowledge as quickly as possible." Nick picked up the leather bag and asked uncertainly, "You said that you eliminated the evil creature?"
Clown nodded. "Yes, when you fell, you had already severely damaged the evil creature. It went completely crazy and rushed over to kill me. I prayed devoutly, and the monster broke into pieces. Later, I took out some homemade things, and the weak monster was stuck to them, and finally exploded, and spiritual energy flew all over the sky."
Clown took out a golden talisman and handed it to the priest. This kind of talisman could fight against evil things and he would definitely use it often, so he just took it out generously and had already thought of an excuse.
Nick hurriedly put down the leather bag, took the talisman, and turned it over and over to examine it carefully.
After a long while, he stopped what he was doing and said with a sigh, "Is this the gift from the gods that you received after you comprehended the true meaning of the law? I'm really envious."
Well, that's the excuse I was going to give, but it would be better if you could come up with it yourself. Crown smiled and nodded.
The priest's eyes were burning with earnestness and infinite emotion: "Many priests will gain some knowledge of the gods after they comprehend the laws. What you have gained is very practical, especially in this dangerous era."
Clown's face stiffened slightly, and he thought to himself: "So there is a precedent. I was wondering how the priest could make up for his lack of knowledge. He must quickly make up for his lack of extraordinary knowledge."
He took out a few more talismans and handed them to the priest: "These things are called 'talismans'. The silver one can reduce the evil thoughts of evil spirits and help us calm down. Both talismans are easy to use. Just stick them on the skin. You can also light them and take them orally with water for better results."
"Talisman, what a strange pronunciation," Nick happily took the talisman and put it carefully into his pocket.
He picked up the leather bag, cleared his throat and said, "Remember the distribution method we talked about before you became a warrior?"
"Remember, I'll take 20%," Crown nodded.
There was a hint of light gold in the spiritual energy that flew out after the evil creature was finally shattered by the golden talisman, accounting for about one-tenth of all the spiritual energy. He felt that those things were different from the others, so he kept them for himself.
Nick sat up straight and said seriously, "Let's change the distribution method in the future. Each of us will take half."
(End of this chapter)