As expected, as soon as Chopin's figure stepped out of the consul's residence, more than a dozen figures stepped towards it. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Bless you, Your Majesty the great King of France, and the glory of God will watch over your journey." The young priest at the head quickly stepped forward and saluted respectfully to Chopin.

Although there have been many fierce confrontations between the gods and the imperial power in the European continent, under the model set by the system at this time, not only did all the French residents unconditionally believe in and love him, but in the eyes of these clergy, Chopin's figure was completely equivalent to the incarnation of God.

These priests, who may seem unruly in the face of other kings or monarchs, treat Chopin with 100% respect and worship.

Chopin smiled and nodded, and his gaze swept to the young probationary priests behind him.

The little ones of thirteen or fourteen were not yet fully developed, and they were all dressed in black linen clothes that clearly did not match their figures, and they all looked quite funny.

Seeing His Majesty's gaze on him, all of them looked excited, and smiled encouragingly at this group of young and energetic fellows, Chopin turned his gaze back to the young priest at the front, and asked, "How many Imperial gold coins can the power of faith of the inhabitants of Paris be converted into every month?"

"Your Majesty, according to the current situation of the Empire, the power of faith per month should be converted into 600 Imperial Gold Coins."

"600 Imperial Gold Coins? That's a pretty good extra income. Receiving an affirmative answer from the young pastor, Chopin couldn't help but smile on his face.

At present, the system rewards only 1200 gold coins in a month, and through the power of faith, it can be converted into about half of the income, which is also a considerable additional income.

"Your Majesty, the increase of the population of faith in the city of Paris, or the strengthening of the level of faith, will further increase the power of faith that the church absorbs every day."

"Oh, that's pretty good." Nodding, Chopin also quickly counted it in his heart, so that the help of this building to himself is not insignificant.

"Your Majesty, there are only these children in the church's probationary pastors, and the glory of God must be further spread, so I would like to recruit a new group of children in the city of Paris to be the bearers of God's light." The young pastor looked at the children behind him, and suddenly said with a resolute look on his face.

"This nature, the glory of God, will endure forever." Because of the system, Chopin has become a bug-like existence, and he does not need to worry about the conflict between divine power and imperial power like the emperors in the past, because in a way, he is a combination of the two.

The increase in priests will inevitably lead more residents of Paris to believe in God more sincerely, and the amount of imperial gold he can obtain will also be greatly increased.

"The glory of God will endure forever." The young pastor put his right hand on his chest and said with the same fiery look.

"Your Majesty, God has guided me to bestow upon you divine blessings."

"Blessing?" These words, which sounded like a magic stick in later generations, fell on Chopin's ears at this time, but they had a completely different meaning.

"How to bless?" The eyebrows flickered slightly, and Chopin also showed an extremely interested expression.

A faint light jumped from the young pastor's fingertips, like the glow of the morning light.

Unlike the mania of magic, the white light in front of him gives people an extremely stable and peaceful feeling.

"Your Majesty, please don't move around." The young priest comforted him, and walked straight forward, and the cavalry on the side, with Chopin's tacit approval, also retreated, staring at the incomprehensible scene in front of him with awe and curiosity.

Looking at the white light that rose suddenly like a flame, Chopin's face couldn't help but show a touch of surprise, although it was not the first time he had seen the strange energy of this world, but he couldn't help but be surprised that the priests under his command could use it.

And this force seems to be completely different from the power that those magicians urge, like a new system written by another kind of rules.

It seems that the young pastor in front of him is by no means as weak as he thought before, and this Catholic church is not as simple as he imagined.

At first, the light of the mystical was only as faint as the light of a candle, as if it would be extinguished when a burst of wind blew it.

However, as the young priest stepped forward step by step, the light, which was originally only the size of a soybean, began to rise rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, it completely covered his palm.

At this time, the young pastor's face was also solemn as never before, and drops of sweat kept dripping from his cheeks, but he didn't even have time to wipe it.

The cavalry guards around him had long been stationed around, guarding against any possible accidents, while staring at the scene in front of them, and they didn't even dare to breathe, for fear of disturbing the young priest in the field.

The palm wrapped in watery light lightly touched Chopin's forehead, as if some fierce chemical reaction had occurred, but the light that originally seemed incomparably soft suddenly rose up, like a blazing flame, with Chopin's forehead as the center, and quickly spread to all parts of his body.

The flames, like holy light, were like a thin veil of white and red, gently draped over Chopin's body.

It's just that as time goes by, the thickness of the tulle is increasing, and at the same time, the flush on the face of the young priest in front of Chopin is becoming more and more obvious, the sweat of the bean is falling like raindrops, and the originally straight and powerful arm can't help but tremble slightly at this time.

"Poof—"

With a sound similar to the bursting of bubbles, the originally diffusing light began to shrink back rapidly, and after a strange change, all the light was compressed to Chopin's forehead.

"Whew-"

At this moment, the young pastor also suddenly let go, and then his body seemed to be unable to even stand, and with a violent wheezing sound, he fell straight back.

Seeing this, several probationary priests on the side hurriedly stepped forward to support each other, and their faces also showed incredible expressions.

They knew very well how strong the young pastor who taught them was, but at this time, the other party seemed so weak.

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