As soon as Renault took misserland to the small garden, he saw her open her notebook and ask all kinds of questions like a firecracker:


    "After this magic is modified, the effect is somewhat different from that expected. What should I do?"


    "The use of the power of faith here is theoretically possible, but why can''t I always do it well?"


    "I think it''s so difficult here..."


    "I wrote you a letter. Why didn''t you answer me?"


    When facing others, misserland felt tired of saying a word, but in front of Renault, she didn''t feel so at all. She even felt that she could talk for most of the day.


    This may be because Reverend Renault has a reassuring temperament


    The girl thought so.


    Renault looked carefully at the contents of his notebook, which was the research record of misseran''s modification of divination after he went back.


    Misserland sat beside him, his hands on his legs, his palms holding his head like a bouquet of flowers, staring silently at Renault''s face and waiting for him to look through it patiently.


    Make complaints about two or three pages, and Renault found several problems.


    "Wow? Stupid, you can''t even do this? You''re so stupid..."


    "This is just a second-order magic. Why can it be used after more than a week?"


    "Woo..."


    Misserland bowed his head somewhat wronged and reluctantly explained:


    "But this is a modified magic..."


    After the divine skill is modified, the level and difficulty can no longer refer to the original standard, but it does not mean that 1 + 1 = 2. In this way, the specific level needs to be evaluated.


    The disease dispelling skill is second-order before modification. According to the level of normal people, the original version takes half a month or even a month to master. In the process, it still needs a lot of practice and guidance, not to mention the modified version.


    It took only a week for misserland to release it reluctantly. In fact, this speed is worthy of the title of gifted magic girl.


    Unfortunately, it''s still some distance from Renault''s standard


    "Dull, have you been lazy this week? Haven''t you put your mind on it?"


    Renault asked again.


    Misserland blinked his big eyes, some didn''t know how to answer


    Does she think she''s working hard? I spend a lot of time studying divination every day


    But she really didn''t concentrate on it. She was also a bishop. Although bishop Jacques arranged people to help share all kinds of mundane chores, there were still many things that needed her to deal with personally.


    Seeing that she didn''t speak, Renault thought about it and thought he might have guessed the reason. He reached out and touched her head, and said in earnest:


    "Alas ~ in fact, I also understand you. After all, it''s a girl. It''s always inconvenient for a few days a month, and I can''t be too strict..."


    "However, you should remember that people with bad talents like us should not complain about themselves. Instead, we should redouble our efforts to catch up with those talented people. If they were like my senior brother..."


    "Forget it, it''s no use talking about it. Let''s continue..."


    Misserland nodded vigorously, and his head rubbed in Renault''s palm.


    Renault began to answer her questions, and patiently helped her re think.


    Misserland tried to record it in his notebook by lighting the magic lamp in the small garden.


    Bishop Jacques had gone back long ago. He seemed very relieved of the two young people and was not afraid that they would do anything unusual.


    Of course, maybe it would be better if we did it?


    Unfortunately, they still had a simple academic discussion after misserland returned very late.


    It was not until mishran was sent away that Renault and the old Bishop had the opportunity to open the money bag offered by Bishop Jacques.


    Good guy, fifty gold coins!


    I didn''t expect the highest sacrifice record set in the morning to be broken so soon


    "These people really don''t treat money as money!"


    Renault couldn''t help sighing.


    "Don''t forget, it''s just the money for a casual ceremony..."


    The old bishop reminded me.


    Renault then asked:


    "Then we are rich now?"


    The old bishop nodded.


    "That''s good! I''ll go to the blood washing vegetable market tomorrow. I''ll buy beef, mutton, fish and meat! I''ll buy vegetables, panels and kittens'' milk!"


    Renault said excitedly.


    In this way, Renault experienced the days of a rich man the next day, chewing beef and chewing toothache.


    Although no believers come to the church today, the church is still very deserted, but he feels very full.


    "Is this the life of the rich? It''s so simple..."


    But that night, a strange guest came on the door.


    It was a middle-aged man who was fat and whose hairline was on the verge of collapse. He was not a believer here or a neighbor nearby. He just wandered around bored. When he passed the church, he wanted to come in and talk about his depression.


    This kind of thing is very common in the city of innocence. The prosperity here not only brings convenience and enjoyment to people, but also brings heavy pressure. People habitually go to church to find comfort and psychological counseling.


    The normal clergy will not refuse them. Even if they are not their own believers, they will still listen and comfort them. If the comfort is good, they are likely to follow the trend and join the church.


    So Renault did not refuse him, and took him to the confession room changed from the confession room.


    The middle-aged man sat in the narrow confession room and felt a little strange. The confession room here was arranged narrowly, much smaller than other churches. It felt more like a confinement room. It was OK to go in, but it would be very troublesome to come out later


    Maybe it''s because the church is small?


    He didn''t think much.


    But then he heard the clatter of chains and the sound of locking. The door he came in had been firmly locked by Renault


    "Why lock the door?"


    He asked quickly.


    "Oh, this is the ceremony of our church, which symbolizes the locking of troubles and pain. When you come out, they will leave you."


    Renault replied outside the door, turned back to the other end of the confession room and opened the middle window.


    Confession rooms or confession rooms of other churches are separated from clergy and ordinary people by beautiful glass or hollow patterns, but here, they use finger thick iron bars, which look like prisons or cages


    This is the modification request put forward by Renault at that time, which makes people wonder why it was designed like this.


    "Well, what''s your trouble? Tell it?"