The young pastor's overly blunt answer instantly plunged the otherwise lively scene into an awkward silence.

But soon, a series of laughter erupted.

The young priest's face turned red instantly, and he didn't care to listen to the next comment, so he hurriedly ran out of the crowd as if fleeing for his life, and chose to abstain himself.

After people had had enough laughing, the second interviewer took the stage.

He looked tall, dark-skinned, dressed rather strangely, with various bone jewelry on his hands and feet, a thick oil paint on his face, and a few bright feathers on the top of his head.

Is this actually a shaman?

As a special kind of clergy, these shamans from the steppes and deserts may not be common in other parts of the empire, but they can still be seen often in the City of Innocence, thanks to the open religious atmosphere of the City of Innocence and the complex composition of the personnel, as long as it is not a cult that endangers social security.

But it is still relatively rare for a shaman to dare to show his head in public like this, and one can't help but wonder where his invitation came from.

The shaman briefly introduced himself in a lingua franca with a straight voice, and then went to the little black room to draw questions.

And about his handicap, it was also quickly opened, the odds were very excessive, and the odds of the final finalist were as high as 1 to 20...

But Rao is like this, and no one dares to bet on him, and it is difficult for a non-mainstream profession like a shaman to be recognized by the mainstream society.

But Gallo was very interested in him, he was meeting a shaman for the first time, and he was eager to find out.

After waiting for another twenty minutes, the shaman came out with the tray in his hand and confidently placed it in front of the three judges.

Gallo hurriedly closed his eyes to sense the fluctuations on the jewelry, which exuded a smell that was not familiar to him, very unfamiliar, and very fresh.

Curious about new things, he forcibly wrote down the fluctuations and pondered them when he returned.

The three judges were also experts in this area, and they were also very familiar with the methods of shamanism, and after a little scrutiny, the bishop from the Cult of the Most High God spoke:

"Shamanism may be a little strange to everyone, but their research and attainments in the blessing of objects are not bad at all, and they are also experts in this field, so I hope you don't look at them with a prejudiced eye."

He didn't rush to comment, but first popularized science to the guests present.

This couldn't help but make the others whisper, because the style of painting of the Supreme True God in everyone's impression is that conservative type, it is difficult to accept and accommodate new things, and theoretically it should be very hostile to pagans like shamanism.

But now he is uncharacteristically saying good things about it, which makes people wonder if there is some dirty deal behind it...

The bishop didn't mind what others thought, and this began his formal review:

"The blessings of the other two pieces are just decent choices, but this third question makes my eyes shine..."

"This question is for a middle-aged gentleman to buy a ring, and you chose to... Bloodlust? ”

"Although it is a weakened version, after activation, it can improve the durability and impact of the guest in a short period of time, making him more excited and aggressive, but not losing his mind..."

"If you think about it, it's really good, it's just right, it's very much in line with the needs of customers, and even I'm a little interested..."

When the other slightly older guests heard him say this, they thought it was a little strange at first, but after chewing on these words carefully, they all showed a sexy smile and asked if the jewelry could be sold on the spot.

Even the female guests around them smiled knowingly and showed expectant expressions.

The young female guests like Wentini showed a shy look on their faces, and quickly lowered their heads, except for the young bishop Mithelan, who was still sitting upright, without any change.

Gallo watched from the sidelines, wondering why these people were interested in something as barbaric as bloodlust, and it was a weakened version.

But it does look like it's popular...

When I get back, I'll study this bloodthirsty technique and see if I can learn it.

This is a weakened version of him, and when the time comes, I'll get an enhanced version, which will definitely be more popular, right?

He thought to himself.

Soon, several judges finished commenting on the shaman's title and began to score, but Bishop Mithran still didn't speak, just nodded, probably trying to express the opinion that "it's okay" and "it's okay", right?

In the end, he got a score of seven, which is already a pretty good score, and it seems that shaman, a non-mainstream profession, is indeed very knowledgeable about item blessings.

This made everyone regret it, and they knew that they should have bet on him...

And the shaman was also very satisfied with his performance, and actually said a sentence in the tribal vernacular that others did not understand:

"The ancestor of 鱤謝 is sheltered by the right ㄣ!"

After this shaman, two more priests with ordinary painting styles came on the field, but their performance was mediocre and there was nothing worth saying, and in the end they only got a passing score of five points.

This is basically equivalent to being eliminated...

And the fifth interviewer to appear on the stage is Gallo.

He was eating, and he was thinking wildly in his heart, and when he heard the servant call his name, he quickly put down the plate in his hand, wiped his mouth, and walked up to the people, first humbly saluting them, and then introducing himself:

"Hello everyone, I'm Gallo, a priest who has been practicing for two and a half years, from the Miya sect, and I like my goddess, reading books and little milk cats."

Because it was a bit sudden, he didn't have time to carefully consider the words of his introduction, so he said casually.

With that, he hurriedly walked to the small black room to avoid embarrassment.

Wentini, who was silently watching him from the side, couldn't help but sigh softly and shook his head.

After Gallo drew the question and walked into the small black room, the handicap about him was quickly hung up.

The odds of the final finalist are as high as 1 to 30, which is simply bullying.

But no one bets...

What kind of pheasant sect is Miya? Has anyone heard of it?

Where did such people get their invitations? Who would give him an invitation so discerningly? It wasn't stealing, was it?

If this kid can be shortlisted, I'll eat the table!

This is the thought of most of the guests, but because of their demeanor, they don't say it directly.

In the end, only Wendini gave up on himself and dropped 10 silver coins.

Since I called him here, I just support it to the end...

She thought to herself.