"That'...... Please thank Madame Ole for me, and if you need help in the future, please come to me. Yang Ji sighed in his heart, but he owed a little bit of a favor, after all, this was far beyond the value of a normal return apology.

"I convey it by all means. Mr. Edward smiled heartily, turned and took a few steps, and then turned back and said:

"By the way, the identity of the golden-clothed saint requires you to go to the church to sweep the iris before it can officially take effect, remember to go there when you have time. ”

"Okay, don't worry. Yang Ji nodded, Mr. Edward would really be confused if he didn't remind him.

"See you later. Mr. Edward waved his hand and left.

Yang Ji saw that it was only morning, and there was nothing urgent for the time being, so he searched the nearest church nearby, planning to go over and get this golden-clothed saint who fell from the sky first, and by the way to see what he could do with it.

The nearest St. George's Cathedral is only about 20 minutes' walk from this street, Yang Ji walked along the road to the destination, only a few minutes later, he saw three towering minarets in the distance, Yang Ji vaguely remembered which paragraph in the book mentioned, this seems to be a certain architectural style called Gothic in the previous dynasty.

Walking in and looking again, the church adopts a large area of gold as the base, a large row of pointed ribbed vaults are arranged along the sides, the tall and empty top space sets off the overall atmosphere more majestic, and the large area of willow windows and rose windows on the walls and roof depict many religious stories, a mysterious and splendid scene.

"It is really worthy of being one of the pivots of the Holy Wisdom Sect, and it is worthy of the name of the most cathedral in Changjing. Yang Ji looked at this magnificent building with some admiration, standing in it involuntarily felt a sense of oppression, as well as a perception of his own insignificance.

"This parishioner, the ceremony will not start until after five o'clock in the evening, are you here to worship or to confess?" a white-robed clergyman stepped out from behind the tall door, smiling at him.

"I'm here to register...... What's it called, Golden-clothed Saint?" replied Yang Ji.

"Wait a minute, I don't have the authority to operate it, this needs to be done by the bishop himself. With a respectful expression, the clergyman quickly bowed to him and turned to walk deeper into the church.

Yang Ji stood in place for a moment, and then saw a middle-aged man wearing a purple priest's robe walking over, he flashed the power ring on his finger, and said politely:

"Come with me, this parishioner. ”

Yang Ji nodded, and under his leadership, he turned into a side room, which was decorated in the classical style of the previous dynasty and the Middle Ages, with quills and parchment books, and various dense religious symbols pasted on the walls, which looked quite mysterious.

"Sir, please show me your identity and I'll check it for you. The bishop asked, picking up a large, thick book from the wooden table.

"Yang Ji. He replied.

The bishop nodded, and turned the pages of the book to find them one by one, his fingers moving down a little bit, until he finally stopped at a name.

He put down the thick roster, walked to the side and opened the machine covered with flannel, and said to Yang Ji:

"Stand in front of it, put your eyes on this little hole, and you can enter the iris information. ”

Yang Ji did as he was told, and after a while the process was completed, the bishop shook his hand in a friendly manner, handed him a golden badge, and said:

"This is the second proof of your identity, and you can show it to the church when you need to ask for help in the future, and you will be received by a special person. ”

Yang Ji smiled, took the golden badge with both hands, and kept it carefully.

"Is there anything else we need to know about the rights of the saints?" the bishop asked routinely.

"I really don't understand, please let me know in detail. Yang Ji replied honestly.

"Understood. The bishop pulled out the chair next to the table, motioned for Yang Ji to sit down, and slowly explained:

"The three levels of saints in red, gold, and purple correspond to the applicant's financial resources, social influence, strength, and their loyalty and understanding of the church. ”

Since so many restrictions are placed on saints, the benefits of being saints must also be obvious. ”

"First of all, the golden-clothed saint can ask for the shelter of the church, and the qi refiners in the church will guarantee your basic life safety, and once a year you have the opportunity to apply for three days of qi refining below the bishop, during which they will provide uninterrupted protection. ”

"Secondly, priority is given to all activities organized by the Holy Rite Church, and free access is granted to no-go areas controlled by the churches in the cities of the Federation. ”

Finally, there is the right to share information, which can be accessed by the Church library and can also be obtained from the Church's intelligence agencies to obtain information below the level of confidentiality. ”

"Sounds good. Yang Ji nodded, but he was a little disappointed in his heart, after all, he had information channels, and the strength below the bishop was really limited, but those mysterious forbidden areas made people cheer up, and it sounded quite fun to explore.

"I wonder what those no-go areas are?"

"Polluted land. ”

The bishop in front of him seemed to see Yang Ji's doubts, and continued to explain:

"A small part of the land on the continent has been transformed for unknown reasons, and all the creatures living on it have become mad, bloodthirsty, and extremely aggressive and destructive, and the Holy Rites call this phenomenon 'demonization', and uphold the oracle of the all-knowing God, tirelessly seek out these polluted places on the Xinyuan continent and isolate them, so as to prevent the creatures inside from harming the outside world. ”

"If it's so dangerous, why should I go in?" Yang Ji asked.

"For ordinary people, it is naturally extremely dangerous inside, but it is not necessarily for Qi Refiners who need to be trained, we have made a distinction between all the isolated polluted places according to the danger level, and Qi Refiners can choose the corresponding level to train their minds and fighter skills, and accumulate actual combat experience, which is very important for impacting the upper realm. ”

"In a high-level polluted land, basically everything has been affected by 'demonization', if you can find anything unpolluted inside, take it out is a valuable treasure and belong to you, so there are still some Qi Refiners who apply to enter with a gold panning attitude. ”

"I understand, it's kind of interesting to say that polluted land is really a place where danger and opportunity coexist. Yang Ji stood up and thanked the bishop for his patience.

"The parishioners walk slowly. The bishop gestured his index finger to his forehead and chest, and responded gently.