As soon as Reynolds brought Mytheran to the small garden, he saw her flipping open her notebook and firing questions like a machine gun.
"After the modification of this divine art, the effect is a little different from what I expected. What should I do?"
"The use of the Power of Faith here is theoretically possible, but why can't I do it well?"
"I also feel that it's very difficult here …"
"I wrote you a letter, why didn't you reply to me?"
When facing other people, Mytheran felt that speaking a word was tiring, but in front of Reynolds, she didn't feel this way at all. She even felt that she could talk for half a day.
Perhaps this was because Pastor Reynolds had a reassuring aura …
The girl thought so.
Reynolds carefully flipped through the contents of the notebook, which was a record of Mytheran's research on the modification of the divine art after she returned.
Mytheran sat beside him, her hands on her legs, her palms holding her head like a flower. She silently stared at Reynolds's face, patiently waiting for him to flip through the pages.
But after reading only two or three pages, Reynolds found several problems. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore and complained,
"Wow? You can't even do this, Dummy? You're so stupid … "
"This is just a second-level divine art, why can't you just cast it after more than a week?"
"Ugh …"
Mytheran lowered her head, feeling wronged, and reluctantly defended herself.
"But this is a modified divine art …"
After the modification of the divine art, the level and difficulty could no longer be based on the original standard, but it wasn't like 1 + 1 = 2. The specific level needed to be specifically evaluated to know.
And this Disease Cure divine art was a second-level divine art before the modification. According to the standard of a normal person, the original version would take half a month or even a month to master, and the process would also require a lot of practice and guidance, not to mention the modified version.
It only took Mytheran a week to be able to cast the spell. This speed was worthy of her title as a genius of magic.
Unfortunately, this was still some distance away from Reynolds's standard …
"Dummy, have you been slacking off this week? You didn't spend all your time on this, did you? "
Renault asked again.
Mytheran blinked her big eyes, somewhat unsure of how to answer …
She felt that she was working hard, right? He spent a lot of time studying the Divine Arts every day.
However, it was true that she didn't spend all her time on this. After all, she was still a bishop. Even though Bishop Yek had arranged for people to help her with the mundane affairs, there were still many things that she had to deal with personally.
Reynolds saw that she didn't speak. After thinking for a while, he felt that he had probably guessed the reason. He reached out and touched her head.
"Sigh … Actually, I understand you. After all, you're a girl. There are always a few days every month when it's inconvenient for you. I can't be too strict …"
"However, you have to remember that people like us who don't have good talent must not feel sorry for ourselves. Instead, we have to work even harder to catch up to those geniuses. If it was my senior brother …"
"Forget it. Let's not talk about these useless things. Let's continue …"
Mytheran nodded vigorously and rubbed her head against Reynolds's palm.
Reynolds then began to answer her various questions, and very patiently helped her reorganize her thoughts.
Mytheran, on the other hand, was making notes in her notebook by the light of the magic lamp in the little garden.
Bishop Yek had already gone back. He seemed to be very assured of the two young people and was not afraid that they would do anything out of line.
Of course, it might be better if they did.
Unfortunately, when Mytheran returned very late, the two of them were still engaged in a very simple academic discussion.
After sending Mytheran away, Reynolds and the old bishop had the opportunity to open the money pouch that Bishop Yek had given them.
Good heavens, a total of fifty gold coins!
Who would have thought that the record for the highest amount of offerings set in the morning would be broken so quickly …
"These people really don't treat money as money!"
Reynolds couldn't help but sigh.
"Don't forget, this is just the money for a random ceremony …"
The old bishop reminded him.
Reynolds then asked.
"So now, we're considered rich, right?"
The old bishop nodded.
"That's good! I'll go to the market tomorrow and buy beef, mutton, and fish, buy buy buy buy! Vegetables, plates, and milk for the kittens, I'll buy until I'm full! "
Reynolds said excitedly.
Just like that, Reynolds experienced the life of a rich person the next day. He chewed so much beef that his teeth hurt.
Although there were still no believers in the church today, and the church was still very quiet, he felt very fulfilled.
"Is this the life of a rich person? It's so simple and unpretentious … "
But that night, an unfamiliar guest came to the door.
It was a fat middle-aged man with a hairline that was on the verge of collapse. He wasn't a believer here, nor was he a neighbor nearby. He was just wandering around in boredom. When he passed by the church, he wanted to come in and vent his frustrations.
This kind of thing was very common in the Sinless City. The prosperity here brought convenience and enjoyment to the people, but it also brought heavy pressure. People habitually went to the church to seek comfort and psychological counseling.
The normal clergy wouldn't reject them. Even if they weren't believers, they would still listen and comfort them. If they were comforted well, they might take the opportunity to join the church.
Therefore, Reynolds didn't reject him and led him to the confession room that had been converted from a confession room.
The middle-aged man sat in the narrow confession room and felt a little strange. The confession room here was very small, much smaller than the other churches. It felt more like a detention room. It was fine to go in, but it would be very troublesome to come out later …
Maybe it was because the church was very small to begin with?
He didn't think too much about it.
However, he soon heard the clanking of chains and the sound of locks being locked. The door that he had entered through had been firmly locked by Reynolds.
"Why did you lock the door?"
He hurriedly asked.
"Oh, this is a ritual of our church. It symbolizes locking in your troubles and suffering. When you come out, they will leave you."
Reynolds answered outside the door and turned to the other side of the confession room. He opened the window in the middle.
The confessionals and confessionals of other churches were separated from the clergy by beautiful glass or hollow patterns. But here, they were separated by metal rods as thick as fingers. It looked like a prison or a cage.
This was Reynolds's modification request, and it was very puzzling as to why it was designed like this.
"Okay, what's troubling you? Tell me."
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