No sooner had Reynaud taken Misseran to the little garden than he saw her open her notebook and ask all sorts of questions like a cannon:

"After this magic is modified, the effect is a little different from what was expected, what should I do?"

"The use of the power of faith here is theoretically possible, but why am I always bad?"

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

"I wrote to you, why didn't you reply to me?"

When facing other people, Mithera felt tired of saying a word, but in front of Renaud, she didn't feel such at all, and even felt that she could talk for most of the day.

Maybe it's because Pastor Renaud has a reassuring temperament...

The girl thought so.

Renault, on the other hand, looked carefully through the contents of his notebook, which was a record of Mithran's research on the modifications to the divine arts after he returned.

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

But after only reading two or three pages, Renault found several problems, and finally couldn't bear to complain:

"Wow, you don't even know this, you're so stupid..."

"This is just a second-order divine technique, why is it that after more than a week, it can barely be used?"

"Uhhhhhh

Mithelan lowered his head a little aggrieved, and reluctantly argued:

"However, this is a modified magic technique..."

After the modification of the divine art, the rank and difficulty can no longer refer to the original standard, but it does not mean that 1+1=2 is like this, and the specific level should be counted as a specific evaluation to know.

And this disease dispelling magic technique was second-order before it was modified, and according to the level of a normal person, the original version would take half a month or even a month to master, and a lot of practice and guidance were needed in the process, not to mention the modified one.

It only took a week for Mitheran to be able to barely release it, and this speed was actually worthy of the title of genius magic girl.

It's a pity that this is still some distance from Renault's standards...

"Stupid, you've been lazy this week, haven't you put all your mind to it?"

Renault asked again.

Mitheran blinked, a little unsure of what to answer...

She thinks she's working hard, doesn't she? Spend a lot of time studying magic every day...

But it is true that she did not spend all her thoughts on this, how to say that she is also a bishop-level figure, although all kinds of mundane chores are shared by the people arranged by Bishop Yeke, but there are still many things that need to be handled by her personally.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Renault thought about it, and felt that he had probably guessed the reason, so he reached out and touched her head, and said earnestly:

"Alas~ Actually, I understand you, after all, it's a girl, there are always a few days a month that are inconvenient, and I can't be too strict..."

"However, you have to remember that people with bad talents like us must not feel sorry for themselves, but must work harder to catch up with those geniuses, if they are replaced by my senior brother..."

"Forget it, let's not talk about these useless things, let's continue..."

Mitheran nodded vigorously, and rubbed her head against Renault's palm again.

Renaud began to answer her questions, and very patiently helped her rethink her thoughts.

Mitheran struggled to write it down in her notebook by the light of the magic lamp in the small garden.

Bishop Yerk had long since returned, and he seemed to be very relieved of the two young men, not afraid that they would do anything out of the ordinary.

Of course, if it were done, maybe it would be better?

Unfortunately, it wasn't until Misseran returned late that the two of them had a very simple academic discussion.

It was only after sending away Misheran that Renaud and the old bishop had the opportunity to open the purse that Bishop Jeke had enshrined.

Good fellows, fifty gold coins!

I didn't expect the record for the highest offering set in the morning to be broken so quickly...

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

Renault couldn't help but sigh.

"Don't forget, it's just money for them to do a random ceremony..."

The old bishop reminded.

Renault then asked:

"Then we're rich now, right?"

The old bishop nodded.

"Okay! I'll go to the bloody vegetable market tomorrow, beef, mutton, fish, buy, buy! And vegetables and panels, as well as the milk of the kittens, I'll buy it!"

Renault said excitedly.

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

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

"Is this the life of a rich man?

But that evening, a strange guest came to the door.

It was a middle-aged man with a fat body and a hairline on the verge of collapse, not a believer here, nor a neighbor nearby, he was just bored wandering around, passing by the church, and wanted to come in and pour out the bitterness in his heart.

This kind of thing is common in the city of innocence, where the prosperity brings convenience and enjoyment to people, but also brings heavy pressure, and people habitually go to church to find comfort and psychological counseling.

And the normal clergy will not refuse them, even if they are not believers in their own home, they will still listen and comfort them, and if they comfort them well, they are likely to take advantage of the situation.

So Renault didn't refuse him and led him to the confessional room, which had been converted from a confessional.

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

Maybe it's because the church is small?

He didn't think much of it.

But then he heard the rattle of chains and the sound of locking, and the door he had entered had been firmly locked by Renault...

"Why lock the door?"

He hurriedly asked.

"Oh, this is our church ritual, a symbol of locking away troubles and sufferings, and when you come out, they will leave you. ”

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

In other churches, the confessional or confessional rooms are separated from the clergy and the common people by beautiful glass or cut-out patterns, but here, they are made of finger-thick iron rods, which look like prisons or cages...

This was a request for modification by Renault at the time, and it was very difficult to understand why it was designed like this.

"Okay, what's your trouble, tell me about it?"