The old bishop soon returned, and did not say where he had gone, nor did Gallo ask.

Anyway, he often disappears mysteriously like this.

"Come on, come on, take a look at the ritual dance I just practiced today."

Gallo said, finding a mop cloth to use as a scepter, and his performance began.

Compared with the elegant, delicate, and noble dance posture of the young bishop, his dance looks martial, powerful, and unrestrained.

The mop at hand was even danced like an electric fan, bringing out a strong wind.

It's a dance or a ritual, but it's more like a street show, performing a boulder on your chest.

But the old bishop still kept nodding his head, applauding and exclaiming:

"Great! This is the real ritual dance! ”

"You are indeed very talented in art, and you are a genius artist who has been dragged down by faith!"

"But... Why did you suddenly want to learn this? Didn't you always think it was useless before? ”

Gallo stopped dancing, put the mop away, and began to tell the story of the day.

When he said that he had stolen the magic of the young bishop, the old bishop couldn't help but widen his eyes and interrupted with some surprise:

"Wait, you only watched it once, and you learned her magic skills? Cast it with the help of only mudras? ”

"No... There are still a lot of flaws and deficiencies..."

"It's obviously just a simple fifth-order divine technique, I can't learn it well, and I have to rely on my handprints to perform it..."

"My talent is so poor that I am ashamed of the favor of the goddess."

Gallo was helpless, but there was no way, after all, talent can't be exchanged for hard work.

He thinks it has something to do with his resurrection.

He vaguely remembered that when he was on Earth, he was also a priest, and he was still a very powerful priest.

However, he believes in a god called 'Holy Light', and is also very good at mind control, often turning the enemy's powerful followers, such as the King of Fire and Deathwing, into his own followers, and letting them devour the original owner.

Then lightly say things like "wow", "thank you", and "good fight", and the enemy will explode on the spot with anger.

As a result, now, he has been reduced to a mediocre person with extremely poor talent, who can't even learn the simplest and most basic entry-level healing arts.

He felt that this was a side effect of the resurrection.

How can such a miracle come back from the dead without a price?

And after listening to his description, the old bishop's tone changed a little, and he hurriedly said:

"That's a fifth-order divine art! You're too..."

As soon as he was excited, he almost said what was in his heart, but fortunately he reacted quickly enough, and immediately changed his words:

"It's too bad!"

"If it were your senior brother, I would definitely be able to reproduce this magic perfectly."

"You still need to continue to work hard, and don't talk about it to others, so as not to be embarrassed."

Gallo nodded in shame and said:

"I know, I will keep in mind the teachings of the goddess, and always be humble and cautious."

The old bishop said one more thing:

"Don't repeat your brother's mistakes."

"Yes, I'll always keep his lessons in mind."

Gallo had a brother who was also adopted by the old bishop, but he was never masked, and he didn't even know his name, so he could only imagine his heroic appearance in the old bishop's various descriptions.

He is a true genius, he can learn any magic as soon as he learns it, and he has it as soon as he rubs it, and there is nothing in this world that can stump him.

Gallo believed, because the old bishop never lied.

He often imagined that if his senior brother was still there, how prominent his own sect would be. How moist should the days be?

How good would it be if I could have such a talent as him?

It's a pity that this talented senior brother is proud and complacent, unwilling to work hard, and when he squandered his talent, he will disappear from everyone.

His proud heart couldn't accept such a gap, so he chose to commit suicide by taking poison, and died young.

Gallo couldn't help but sigh and always used him as a reference, reminding and urging himself not to repeat the mistakes of the past.

The old bishop pondered for a while, and then asked:

"So, what is the purpose of your study of that divine art?"

Gallo hurriedly told his little abacus and plans, including asking old John to borrow an ox cart, asking a neighbor to borrow a little donkey, and then using potato skins as petals, curtains as carpets, and so on.

"In this way, we are also people with pomp and grace, and if we go to help people hold ceremonies, the fee can also be increased."

"Then the bishop wants 50 gold at a time, we can be cheaper and fight a price war!"

"Uh... You..."

The old bishop looked embarrassed, and stopped talking.

In the end, he reluctantly said:

"You can try..."

"But the question is, who will ask us to preside over such ceremonies?"

Gallo couldn't help but be stunned...

Oh, yes... Who would invite this unknown sect of ours to perform such a ritual?

And the believers of Old John simply couldn't afford the high price.

He couldn't help but be a little discouraged.

The old bishop noticed the change in his mood and hurriedly comforted:

"It's okay, not now, not in the future."

"The goddess said: Hope, tomorrow will be better."

"So you can be prepared and prepared."

Gallo suddenly came to his senses again, and nodded again and again.

"Yes, yes, as you always say: we can do without, but we can't do without."

"I'm going to keep practicing!"

With that, he really went back to his room and began to ponder the magic he had just learned.

He wanted to master this magic as soon as possible, and as soon as possible, he could use it without mudras.

With your own talents, it may take you a night's time.

If it were a genius brother, it might be a matter of minutes.

That's a big gap...

But that's okay, I can make up for it with hard work!

He cheered himself up in his heart, and in this way he threw himself into the practice of divine arts.

It wasn't until midnight that he finally mastered this magic technique, and he could cast it in an instant without the aid of a mudra.

But there is still a little flaw.

It's the repertoire of the hymn...

No matter how much he adjusted and tried, it always came out of strange tunes...

No way, he's done his best...

Although the music is a little strange, even he can't understand these languages, let alone others.

"It's just right for us to be our own characteristic, and it's not exactly the same as the Divine Light Sect."

Gallo muttered to himself, feeling a little sleepy, and quickly did 100 push-ups and exercised his body, and then he untied the lead wrapped around his body and fell asleep.

Before going to bed, he still did not forget to confess his sins to the goddess.

"I ate a sheriff's meal today, and one person ate two servings..."

"It's too little, it's a waste of this precious opportunity..."

"Wasting is a sin, and I hope the Goddess will forgive me."