Following the old bishop's suggestion, Reynolds hurriedly rummaged through the church.
"Our church may be a little poor, but we have nine figures of believers, and everyone has given us a lot of things. If we look carefully, we'll be able to find something."
Reynolds muttered as he rummaged through the cabinets.
Soon, the table in front of the old bishop was filled with various items that Reynolds had found.
Toys from his childhood, beautiful pebbles from John and his son, a wooden sculpture from the old carpenter, a vase from his former neighbor, a small flower that Amelia had picked from outside, a card with an address from the dark elf lady from the weapons shop, a monocle from Baron Hauss's nephew, and a pair of white stockings of excellent quality …
These items were all part of Reynolds's beautiful memories, and they were proof of his friendship with everyone, so he had kept them.
Except for the white stockings, which seemed to have been left behind by Myrtheran, Reynolds had kept them well, but had not found a chance to return them to her.
"That's about it. Is there anything else that you think I can offer as a sacrifice?"
Reynolds asked seriously.
"Uh … this … this is it?"
The old bishop did not know whether to laugh or cry as he looked at the various' treasures' that Reynolds had collected, and finally reluctantly took out the monocle.
He remembered that it was a simple magical item that could be used to check the condition of an opponent, but it could only be used at a very close distance. It could only be used as a toy, and could not be put to any practical use, but it was the most valuable item in this pile of junk …
"It's my first time offering, but there are only two offerings. It's still not enough …"
The old bishop said with some difficulty.
"Not enough? Then we can only … "
As Reynolds spoke, his gaze fell on the little kitten beside him …
The little kitten immediately sensed that something was wrong. As it mewled, it quickly ran away.
"Forget it, forget it. Let's add these …"
As the old bishop spoke, he picked out the simple slingshot, wooden figurines, and glass marbles that Reynolds had played with when he was young.
After he was reborn, he had been raised by the old bishop, and the church's conditions were not good, so he only had these simple toys to accompany him through his childhood.
Fortunately, Reynolds was reborn and was not very playful. Other than using the slingshot to shoot pebbles into the offering box, he did not have any other hobbies. He preferred to read quietly by himself, or listen to the old bishop tell stories about his senior.
"Let's leave it at that."
The old bishop rubbed his eyes and placed the toy, the heart, and the monocle at the feet of the statue of the goddess. He then knelt side by side with Reynolds before the statue, reciting the doctrine and reciting the goddess's honorific name.
A moment later, the statue emitted a faint white light that enveloped the three offerings.
When the white light dissipated, the three offerings disappeared, and a small wooden hammer appeared at the foot of the statue.
This meant that the Goddess had accepted their sacrifice and was very satisfied with it. She had returned the favor.
The old bishop could not help but feel a little surprised. These offerings could actually please the goddess? It seemed that he valued that demon's heart very much.
He hurriedly asked Reynolds to bring the small wooden hammer back.
This wooden hammer was only the size of a palm, small and cute. He couldn't tell what kind of wood it was made of. Its surface was very smooth and it felt good to the touch. Moreover, its design was very delicate. One end was a normal hammer, the other was a pick, and the end of the handle was an awl. It could be used to knock, dig, and poke.
"This is … a gift from the goddess, a divine weapon?!"
"The goddess gave me a hammer?"
Reynolds held the small wooden hammer and asked cautiously.
The old bishop nodded. In terms of status, this wooden hammer was of course a divine weapon, but he could not see what was so special about it.
"What does it do?"
The old bishop tried to ask.
Reynolds should not have known the specific use of the wooden hammer, but after thinking carefully, a way to use it suddenly appeared in his mind.
"You can cast a divine spell on it and use it to make contact with other things to release the divine spell directly."
As Reynolds spoke, he tried to cast a hardening divine spell that he was most familiar with on the wooden hammer. He then grabbed a small kitten that was hiding under the cabinet and gently rubbed the hammer on its head.
The kitten immediately hugged its head with its two furry paws, as if it was in pain from the hammer. Then, the soft fur on its body hardened and turned into a small round hedgehog.
The kitten immediately looked at Reynolds with sad eyes, as if to say:
"F * ck you!"
Reynolds hurriedly dispelled the hardening effect and rubbed it hard against his face to appease it.
The kitten used the soft pads on its paws to slap his face in revenge.
After releasing the kitten, Reynolds played with the small wooden hammer and said with satisfaction, "It's pretty good.
In the future, when I go to the weapons shop, I don't need to do it myself. I can just use the hammer to hit it. "
"No, there's a limit to the number of times?"
Reynolds carefully thought about the specific use of the hammer.
For a simple divine spell like hardening, he could cast it once and the hammer could cast it ten times. For more powerful divine spells, the number of times would be reduced. From level five onwards, he could only cast it once.
The divine spell cast by the hammer was the same as the one he had cast himself. It was equivalent to copying the divine spell he had used before. However, a divine spell could only be copied once a day. If the previous divine spell was not used up, it would not be able to add a new divine spell to it.
But the most important function of this hammer was that it could fly! And it could be directly controlled with one's mind! And the control range was up to two kilometers!
Reynolds's mind moved, and the wooden hammer immediately flew up and danced in the air like a bee.
This was a very powerful function, which meant that Reynolds could play all kinds of tricks from a distance in the future.
As expected of a divine artifact, its function was very powerful!
"Lady Mia is too generous and too kind! Praise the Goddess! "
Reynolds exclaimed from the bottom of his heart.
But compared to the hammer's function, the old bishop was more concerned about the message the Goddess wanted to convey.
"I've also taught you before that every action of a god has a deep meaning. The Goddess gave you this wooden hammer definitely not as simple as responding to the sacrificial offering …"
The old bishop said seriously.
"You're overthinking it, aren't you? I think the Goddess only gave me the hammer to protect myself because she saw that I was not talented enough and that I had to go out on an adventure. "
Reynolds guessed.
The old bishop shook his head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
"Compared to that, I think it's more likely that she wants you to use this hammer to kill your enemies when they escape into the cave. Don't use divine spells of war to smash the cave …"
"But you have a point. I shouldn't have guessed the Goddess's thoughts. This is my fault. I hope the Goddess will forgive me …"
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