"I'm done."

"You have a better understanding of what magic should be."

"Gain a [Spell Delay] specialty hint."

Charles closed the book in his hand, his face stunned and delighted.

He actually took out a magic book from the shelf, and, with the blessing of Ogma, the god of knowledge, Charles found that he could read the magic book as fast as flying, as thick as a brick, and the content was extremely difficult for the player.

"That's not just a 30% increase in learning speed......

With his own experience, Charles genuinely felt that the system's evaluation of the [Ogma's Blessing] state in terms of learning gain was too low.

After all, it is a blessing of the highest [strong] level. This time, Charles paid special attention to the text in the [Blessing of Ogma] document: When deciphering the mysterious text of the ruins, the blessed Ogmar priests can read the contents of the document faster and more accurately than the doctor.

With a slight groan, Charles put the magic book in his hand on his lap and turned the first page.

There is no table of contents on the front page, because it is a notebook, the handwriting is sloppy, and the writing and writing have a strong personal style, and it is difficult to figure out what the writer is trying to convey without studying it word by word.

"Templar Combat Instructor, Shy Bastin, author."

Then here is a line of the author's commandment:

"This notebook is only my personal experience during my spiritual practice, and it may not be applicable to other priests and dark guards."

"I hope you can get what you want in my notes."

"May Bane always be your protector. May the prophesied dark ages finally come. ”

Putting aside the author's status as a follower of the evil god, as a follower of Ogma. The Shire should respect everyone who is willing to share their knowledge. And compile this knowledge into a book. A professional who allows knowledge to be passed on from generation to generation.

Standing up to put the book back on the shelf, Charles searched for it for a while, then took out another book to read, when there was a knock on the door.

"Knock knock."

"Priest Ron, the Midnight Prayer is about to begin, and Isaac asks you to come to the front hall immediately and preside over this prayer meeting for him." A priest outside the door whispered.

Syllable.

Charles tucked the book he had just taken back into the book, and pinned [Musk's shadow pin] behind the left chest of his robe. Only then did he respond unhurriedly: "Got it." ”

The footsteps were far away.

A blood-colored bat flew out of the darkness at the top of the bookshelf and landed on Charles' shoulder, tilting its head to look at Charles with lilac eyes, as if asking for his opinion.

"It's weird." Charles was also thinking quickly.

Yes, very strange.

The Midnight Prayer is very important for any temple, because it is an important way to gather believers and unite people's hearts, and now Isaac has asked him to preside over this prayer meeting, which is incredible.

I thought about it. Charles thinks there are several factors.

First, Isaac's invocation ritual at the altar. He has entered a critical stage, and he can't get out of it no matter what.

Second, Ron, the Dark Priest, was indeed the best person to preside over the prayer congregation in his place. Because at this moment in the temple, only Ron is a true high priest.

Third, Isaac definitely had the intention of temptation. The church of Bane is not monolithic, and there is only a lot more intrigue than the church of good gods. Therefore, Isaac will inevitably be suspicious of a fellow priest, especially since this is his temple, as a priest of the same level, Isaac is well aware of the seductive abilities of other high priests.

Now that he had figured it out, Charles was less flustered.

While Isaac was suspicious of him, he was afraid that the helper he had found would be too mediocre, so at this midnight prayer, how Charles should behave and how to control the scale was very particular and could not be underestimated.

Mahi turned into a little bat and rested on his shoulder.

Charles tidied up his appearance, then pushed the door and walked out of the bedroom.

Meanwhile.

Bane's Dark Temple.

If Charles were standing on the steps at the entrance of the main hall and looking around at this half-plane, he would see that there was a lamp and candle, emitting a faint light, converging from all directions.

Soon, the lantern bearers stopped between the two stone statues on the left and right at the entrance of the main hall.

The bearer of the lamp is a minor church leader wearing a black cloak and a mask covering his face with a terrified expression. Behind each lamp bearer, there were at least dozens, if not hundreds, of cultists who were also wearing black robes.

These devotees came from different classes in Susar, from the yellow-skinned old men in the slums, to the cooks in the low-end taverns in the lower classes, to the small traders in the middle classes, and the nobles in the upper classes.

Of course, there is no shortage of adventurers and mercenaries among the believers, but it is too difficult to see through the disguises of these people and see their race.

The bearer of the lamp is undoubtedly the messenger of the Bane. The magic lamp in their hands should be the secondary key to enter the half-plane, in short, there are many such keys, and within a quarter of an hour, the square in front of the hall is crowded, at least two or three thousand people are gathered, and the number is terrifying.

"Bell, bell, bell......"

There was a bell ringing in the front hall, and it was the giant sleepless man who was ringing the bell. Several Templar Knights lined up nearby, each with solemn expressions.

The lamp-bearers held the lamps alof, and the believers under their control lined up in a long line, following them in an orderly manner, step by step, and with a pair of fanatical eyes, looking up at the magnificent temple in front of them.

The crowd in the front hall was black, which made Charles, who had just walked out of the curtain, startled.

The size of Arabe's Dark Temple believers is only about 1,000, but on Susar's side, the number has directly increased several times, which shows how Isaac is crazy to preach in the imperial capital.

Took a deep breath.

The Charles maintained a steady, powerful pace as he ascended to the platform of the priests of the Temple, where only Temple priests were qualified to stand.

The colossal idol of Bane stood behind him, halfway out of the temple's hollowed-out dome, overlooking the front hall.

The Dark King, the god of tyranny, Bane, usually takes the form of a handsome black-haired man when he sends avatars to the material plane. But in his temple, the statue of Bane used the original appearance of the god, which was a burly man, with pointed ears, green skin, and green eyes, like an orc.

Standing on the altar at this moment, stared at by the green eyes of the statue of Bane, Charles felt a trace of uneasiness in his heart for no reason.

Could it be that Bane is watching his temple?

But after thinking about it, Charles put his heart down again. What are you afraid of, he has [Ogma's blessing] on him, if the Dark King makes a move on him, then it is equivalent to directly provoking Ogma.

As an ancient god that still exists today, Ogma is not a vain bane, and as a priest of the god of knowledge, he should not be timid at this time.

Ahem.

The dark priestess "Ron" cleared his throat on the altar, grabbed a prayer canon placed on the golden book pedestal in front of him, and turned the first page.

"Bane Says ......" (To be continued......