One o'clock in the afternoon.

Rosen rode a moonlight horse to the Grand Temple of the South Bazaar.

He went straight to the backyard, and after turning over and dismounting, a temple attendant came over to take the reins.

Lawson took the leather bag containing the documents from the horse, hung it on his body, and patted the moonlight horse's buttocks gently, and the honest and gentle horse snorted at Lawson, and followed the squire.

With his bag on his back, Lawson said hello to the guards at the back door and walked towards the apse of the temple.

As I walked through the passage, I heard the voice of a strange man in the apse.

"Priest, what Mayor Samler did is really ridiculous, the people are angry, he doesn't want to relieve it, he only knows that if he is strong and pressed, something will happen sooner or later!"

Rosen's heart moved, and he secretly urged in his heart: "Mayor Samler, you use some more strength!"

He had a premonition of these things, and he had made arrangements for them early, but whether they could be used or not depended on whether the Golden God favored him.

Since the main priest had something to do, in order to avoid suspicion, Lawson didn't eavesdrop, so he walked back to the door and chatted casually with the guards at the door.

After about five or six minutes, a young man dressed in the costume of the town's chief priest, about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, was covered in dust and dust, and his face was visibly tired.

Obviously, this person must have just returned from Crescent Town, and maybe he had been on a night trip continuously.

When he saw Rosen, he glanced at the middle-level secret gold emblem on his chest, and as soon as his eyes were fixed, he recognized his identity, and bowed slightly: "Master Rosen, greetings to you." ”

In the temple, the status of the middle-level Divine Seal Mage is higher than that of the town chief priest.

Rosen nodded in acknowledgement: "You have also worked hard." ”

As he spoke, he raised his hand and patted the guard by the door on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Man, we will talk about it later." ”

The guard looked honored: "Master Rosen, let's go." ”

Lawson walked towards the apse, and when he reached the apse, he saw the white-haired priest Fao sitting on a wooden chair by the wall, with one hand on his forehead, and his face was full of exhaustion.

Hearing the movement, he raised his head, and when he saw that it was Lawson, he pointed to the chair next to him: "It's been a long way, sit down and rest." ”

With Rosen's position at the moment, naturally there was no need to tremble, and he sat down next to the priest of Fao.

He took out Xia Lina's letter: "Priest, this is the battle report written by Captain Xia Lina. ”

The priestess of Fao took the battle report and put it on the table, he leaned back in his chair, raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows.

"Shaman Vena has made a detailed report to me."

A faint smile appeared on the face of the priest Fao.

"The crisis in Whitehorse Town has been completely resolved, and there is no need to worry about being invaded by aliens for a long time."

The constant bad news from Crescent Town made him feel exhausted, but the good news from Whitehorse Town made his tense and gloomy mood relax a lot.

It's like a spring of living water suddenly gushing out from the bottom of a backwater pool, which makes people feel refreshed.

Of course, he naturally does not forget Rosen's contribution.

"You did a very good job in this Whitehorse incident, far exceeding my expectations."

"Although I have always disapproved of letting a magic genius like Ling carry out dangerous combat missions, there is no doubt that geniuses can always achieve things that mortals cannot imagine."

"You are now a mid-level mage, and with such a contribution, you can be promoted from the Divine Seal to the Divine Grace, and directly obtain the Intermediate Divine Grace of the Golden God once."

After speaking, the priest waved his hand to the assistant priest standing next to him: "Go and get the promotion document of the Divine Grace Master." ”

"Yes, Priest."

The young assistant immediately trotted to get the papers, and after a while he brought a leather folder and respectfully handed it to Fao.

Fao flipped to one of the pages, pulled out a piece of blue-gold paper, wrote his name first, and then handed it to Rosen: "Sign it." ”

In the signing room, Rosen introduced slowly.

"The duties of the Divine Grace Master are similar to those of the Divine Seal Master, but two more rights have been added."

"First, before each Traveling Battle Mission, there will always be a high-level Lucky Shield that can be triggered three times. The effect lasts for ten days. ”

"Second, you can get a weak charism every three months, and after receiving that charisma, you can choose one of three rewards."

"The three rewards are, to assist in improving spellcasting ability, to slightly increase the mana realm, and to slightly increase the mana strength."

Rosen's heart was shocked: "Can the spell-casting ability be improved with divine grace?" ”

How do you mention this thing?

Could it be that he forced a strand of his soul out?

The priest smiled slightly, "Don't question the wisdom of the gods, Master Lawson. ”

After speaking, he pointed to the golden god statue: "Now, kneel in front of the statue and get ready for a medium-effect divine grace." ”

Lawson immediately got up and walked over, kneeling on the futon in front of the statue with a 'poof'.

He wanted to see how the Golden God helped improve his spell-casting ability.

Seeing that he was on his knees, the priest also came to the statue, closed his eyes and bowed, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and began to pray silently.

With the prayer, the golden idol shone slightly, and a faint golden light was born from the void and shrouded Lawson.

Illuminated by this light, Rosen's eyes were dark, and he fell into darkness, and at the same time, an indifferent voice came from his ears, neither male nor female, neither old nor young.

"Rosen. Philander, say the divine grace you want. ”

"I want to improve my spell casting ability."

The voice said, "Then, I will assist you in improving your spellcasting ability, but the process will be a bit cruel, and you must be mentally prepared." ”

Rosen was shocked, but still nodded: "I'm ready." ”

Before the words could be spoken, the darkness dissipated, and a large, flat, clean white circular field appeared, with a sunny blue sky overhead, and clouds drifting in the wind.

Just across the field, stood a man, a tall, graceful woman.

The woman's appearance is as flawless as jade, but her demeanor is as indifferent as ice, her dark golden thick long hair is carefully coiled behind her head, a gorgeous and delicate gold-rimmed pure white dress fits her body, and a platinum staff more than half a meter long shines.

I can't tell how old I am, I am very young, but my temperament is very mature, especially a pair of dark golden eyes, deep and indifferent, as if I have experienced countless years.

Seeing her appearance and bearing, Rosen's heart moved slightly: "This is the Extraordinary Archmage!" It is estimated to have lived for hundreds of years. ”

It is impossible for a mortal to have such smooth and flawless skin that almost glows, at most it can only be approached.

The female mage looked at Lawson and made an indifferent voice from her mouth.

"Master Rosen, this is the gladiatorial arena of the gods, and I am the Golden Holy Spirit, the ninety-eighty-eighth daughter of the Father, and the 24-star transcendent archmage St. Alfroya. Deutarod. ”

"From now on, my grace will be given by me, and if you die in battle or old age, I will also bring you into the kingdom of God."

Rosen was shocked when he heard this: "Good fellow, there are so many sons and daughters of the Golden God. ‘

For an existence that has lived for thousands of years and stands at the pinnacle of the golden land, it is reasonable to have thousands of direct children.

But it still belongs to the category that is more capable of giving birth.

Although this is a family matter of the Golden God, it is difficult for others to ask, but Lawson is really curious, and it is not a big deal, so he asked.

"Sage, is every child of God as good as you?"

"Excellent, no, I'm not excellent, I'm the youngest and weakest of the Father's children."

"There are many legendary archmages among my brothers and sisters who are more than 30 stars, or even close to 40 stars, and I am nothing compared to them."

Rosen was even more shocked: "All of them are extraordinary archmages?"

It seems that the Burning Sky Archmage is right again, even if he is right, it will be publicized all over the world, no wonder he will be punished by God.

St. Alphroya nodded, "Although this question has nothing to do with divine grace, I understand your strong curiosity about exploring the unknown."

"Master Lawson, and because we are in contact with it for the first time, I will satisfy your curiosity a little."

"Next, I will explain to you the general composition of the Golden Protoss, so that you can maintain enough composure when you enter the Kingdom of God in the future."

"The current pattern was formed a hundred years ago."

"About one hundred and five years ago, after the Father left his last oracle, he entered the Tower of Truth and paid little attention to the mundane things."

"So the task of keeping the world running falls on all the brothers and sisters."

Rosen's heart moved: "The last oracle?"

"You guessed it, that is, the things of heaven belong to God, and the things of earth belong to mortals."

"Because there are many brothers and sisters, but no one has the power of the Father, and the golden land is vast, so there is a strategy of one person to manage one place."

Rosen was shocked: 'Good guy, you can still do this. ’

'After a long time, I'm afraid that the land of gold is going to be divided, right?' ’

Alfroya didn't know what Rosen was thinking, and her quiet, indifferent voice echoed like moonlight above the dueling arena.

"It's also because I lack strength, my knowledge is limited, and my mana is far less profound than that of my brothers and sisters, so I manage the Yellow Water Heights of less than one million people."

"I manage the land, and at the same time help the lower dioceses, and I am accountable to the higher dioceses, which is the diocese of Winterfell."

Lawson roughly understood, and he felt very strange, feeling that the Golden God Cult was like a super big family business.

The chairman of the company ignored the world, so all the children of the family took up their posts to keep the business running.

He asked curiously, "How many Sages are there in the Yellow Water Heights?"

"I'm the only one, but I'm busy researching spells, so I'm going to have to trouble you a lot with the management of the mortal world."

After saying that, she actually curtsied to Rosen.

How dare Rosen accept the goddess's salute, and hurriedly bowed deeply in return: "The sage is serious, this is what we should do."

St. Alfroya straightened up, his face still as indifferent as water.

"At the same time, I also want to apologize to you, because the Divine Grace to assist in improving the ability to cast spells is newly developed, and the process is quite cruel, and the methods are slightly immature."

"Of course, the side effects are manageable."

Hearing this, Rosen's heart was shocked, and an ominous premonition swelled.

It's like lying on the operating table, facing a doctor with a shiny knife, and the doctor says it will hurt a little later.

(End of chapter)