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A cloud of silver flame danced on his back, sneering as if a blade had slashed through it, and the surface of his skin immediately appeared in a zigzag texture, outlining the shape of a male lion.

Roland just **** lying on the bed, enduring the slightest stinging pain in his back, gritting his teeth and not saying a word. Although this was the first time he had tried to get a tattoo in his two lives, he never expected it to be so painful, and it stands to reason that the superficial wound on the skin would not hurt his heart, probably because the elf on his back who was responsible for tattooing him was not very skillful.

Of course, he could only slander himself, but he didn't dare to publicly question the "tattoo artist". Don't look at it looks like a ball, it's actually a "colorful angel" from the "Sky Garden" of the Kord Divine Kingdom, and the attendant next to the "God of Power", if she is provoked, she may tattoo the "lion" into a "poodle", and how embarrassed Roland will be to go out to meet people in the future.

This spacious, bright room was the private worship room of the Beowulf family, where the lords and their wife prayed and meditated every morning to prepare for the gods.

At this moment, Beowulf was kneeling in front of the statue of Kord and meditating, as Roland's guarantor, to communicate with Kord, who was far away in the kingdom of God, to confirm that this Sindra elect was indeed trustworthy and worthy of making an exception to give him the divine grace that only Kord's followers could enjoy—the lion totem that Roland coveted.

"Brother Roland, does the tattoo hurt a lot?" Bella brought a small bench and sat at the head of the bed, looking at Roland curiously and with her hands on her cheeks.

"It's okay......" Roland grinned and squeezed out a smile.

"But you look like you're in pain." The little girl picked up a handkerchief and helped him wipe the sweat from his forehead.

"What's the point of enduring a little pain in order to gain more power, Bella, your mom and dad both have lion totems, why don't you get one tattooed?"

"Uh...... Well, I don't want to mess up my skin, it's ugly. The little girl dodged her gaze.

Roland looked at Bella's white and tender skin, her beautiful face with a little baby fat, and just as she felt that what she said was reasonable, Natasha turned her head coldly and smiled.

"Don't listen to the little girl's nonsense, in fact, she's just afraid of pain!"

Bella's little face suddenly flushed, and she retorted in shame: "I'm not afraid of pain, I didn't cry last time I broke my head!" ”

"Huh? When did you break your head again, why didn't you tell me? Natasha's eyes widened and she expressed serious concern about her daughter's mischievous behavior.

Bella stuck out her tongue, and there was a little bit of rebellion characteristic of a little girl in her shyness: "I accidentally stepped on a branch and fell down when I was climbing a tree to catch birds, and I broke a little skin on my forehead, and I'm fine." ”

"Let me see!" Natasha carried her daughter over, held her cheeks with both hands, raised her forehead and looked at it carefully, but she couldn't see the slightest scar, and asked suspiciously, "Why didn't you tell me when you broke your head?" ”

"I'll be fine if I treat it myself, why should I tell you? That's not self-discipline. The little girl and her mother were staring wide-eyed, and their faces were not angry.

"Wow! Stinky girl, you're going to rebel! Natasha couldn't cry or laugh, and her palm squeezed her daughter's small round face into a melon seed face, "Oh yo - dad help, take care of your crazy mother-in-law~"

"Huh?! What did you say? Dead girl—" Natasha raised her eyebrows in anger and rubbed her daughter's round face vigorously.

Beowulf turned around and coughed, and the two of them stopped and grimaced at each other.

Roland couldn't help but laugh out loud when he saw this scene, but the smile pulled the back muscles, and the totem texture cracked and oozed a trace of blood. The "Angel of Colored Light" was very unhappy with this, jumped angrily on his back a few times, and reprimanded in a girlish and delicate voice: "Mortal! You have to be in awe of me and the sacred ritual I'm engaged in, or else you'll be in awe of it! ”

Roland hurriedly held back a smile and honestly lay there not daring to move. This ball of light should not be underestimated, although it is still very weak, but after all, it is an oracle of the upper plane, and it is very likely that it will evolve into a more powerful Aratian Clan or even Valkyrie in time, how can there be an old saying? It's better not to bully the bald than to bully the poor youth, and it's better not to offend this little thing.

Natasha opened the foil bag and threw a brown chocolate-like substance into the incense burner, and immediately a fresh fragrance emanated. The smoke condensed but did not disperse, turning into a silver trickle and injecting into the body of the "Holy Light Divine Messenger", causing the arrogant little thing to immediately put down its reserve and let out a joyful whimper, and the needle-like beam released also added a bit of bright silver color, piercing Roland's back through the tip of the needle, injecting into his skin, quickly penetrating into the depths of flesh and blood, bringing a more and more intense burning pain.

Roland gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain, secretly grateful in his heart. He knew that Natasha was burning "meditation incense", which was a very expensive alchemy product, and he had seen it in the alchemy shop in Duvalin in the town of Big Rabbit's Nest, where the priest lit incense while meditating, so that all the magic prepared that day would automatically obtain the "Spell Extreme" effect! The function is so powerful, and the price is certainly not cheap, and the piece of incense that Natasha casually threw into the furnace is equivalent to burning 4900 gold coins!

Of course, Natasha didn't do this because she had so much money that she had nowhere to spend it, but to help Roland absorb the soul power contained in the lion totem as soon as possible.

If the "soul totem" is engraved in the ordinary way, even if Roland's level is high enough, the power given by the totem cannot be obtained immediately, after all, he is not a believer in Kode, and this kind of foreign divine power does not match his own beliefs, at least three or five months, or more than a year and a half, until the divine power attributes contained in the totem are assimilated by his own spirit, completely penetrate into the soul, and form a spiritual imprint, the corresponding ability will gradually be reflected.

However, with the help of meditation incense, the soul totem can also obtain an effect similar to "magic effect", which can complete the spiritual harmony while carving, and directly penetrate into the soul. The advantage of this is that Roland can master all five special abilities granted by the totem while obtaining the lion totem, and the fly in the ointment is that the pain caused by tattooing is not limited to the body, but will also reach the soul, and he has to grit his teeth and endure it.

After this period of getting along, Roland felt more and more that Beowulf's family was very kind. Considering that Kitland City is not financially wealthy at the moment, there is no need for Natasha to waste this expensive meditation incense for him. However, she thinks it makes perfect sense, because the revenue settlement of the tournament proves that Roland's operating plan has been a great success - not only did he not lose money, but he also made a profit of two million, which is an unprecedented feat in history. Compared to the troubles that Roland solved for her, the profits she earned, and the prestige she saved, a mere piece of meditation incense was nothing.

Beowulf didn't say much, but he gave Roland much more in return than his wife. As the chosen person of the god of strength and competition, the de facto archbishop of the Far East, Beowulf has the privilege of awarding "honorary soul totems" to non-Kord believers like Roland, as long as Roland vows to never actively harm Kord believers, unless the other party has indeed betrayed the faith and committed evil crimes.

But what if you break your oath?

The price paid by those who break the oath is simply the loss of all the power from the totem and no additional punishment; Beowulf will be implicated for vouching for this person, and will lose two professional levels forever, and even the "miracle magic" will not be able to restore it. For a legendary powerhouse, a career level often takes ten years of hard work to obtain, and such a loss cannot be measured by money, and even leads to a loss of life.

Now that Beowulf is defending Roland in front of the statue of Kord, he is betting all his faith and credibility on this young heretic, and Roland is greatly touched by this deep friendship. (To be continued.) )