Hello, I'm not interested.

Antonio wanted to say this refusal, although he was not a mage, he would not think that the gods were just slightly more powerful creatures, and sooner or later he would be able to understand the secrets of the gods on the planing table, just like the ancestors of the Nay Empire wanted to do, and not like many legendary professionals, who looked down on the clergy under the gods, in the eyes of many legendary professionals, the clergy under the gods were just parallel goods forcibly promoted by the gods, and once they lost the support of the gods, the career level would drop significantly.

But he still didn't want to become a clergyman.

The reason is simple, once you become a clergyman of the corresponding deity, it is easy to be influenced by that deity, resulting in a deflection in beliefs, factions, and philosophies.

The closer you get to the gods, the easier it is to be like them.

"But can I refuse an invitation from a god?" Antonio asked himself as he looked up at the god who looked like the old man next door.

The character of the gods cannot be judged by their external images, because the external images of the gods are often changed by him, an image that conforms to the aesthetics of believers, especially many gods who are not human in their ontology often condense an incarnation of a human image in order to spread their faith in the human world.

For example, the platinum dragon god Bahamut is seen by many believers as a fledgling young adventurer, but those who know a little about the deity know that his true appearance is a platinum-golden, slender and sinuous dragon.

Antonio pondered for a moment, then lowered his head, "Hats off, my lord. ”

The moment he lowered his head, Jiang Hao felt that he had some connection with the druid opposite, it was a thread of faith that was so dim that it was almost transparent, as if it would disappear at any time.

It's a belief that is more than shallow faith, but for him, as long as it can make a connection, it is enough.

His body grasped this thread of belief and transmitted divine power into Antonio's body, and it was still a list of divine spells that descended together.

These are the magic that he acquired from his future self in the form of prophecy.

The latter felt a divine power suddenly descend from the void and fall into his body, and his own magic power melted away like ice and snow in the scorching sun, replaced by an unfamiliar divine power.

One by one, magic spells appeared in his mind.

'Repel Pests', 'Trumpet of Harvest', 'Fertilizer Making', 'Powerful Fertilizer', 'Summoning Seeds', 'Seed Splinting', 'Terrorizing Birds', 'Deterring Wild Beasts', 'Great Resurrection', 'Great Prophecy', 'High Dragon Covenant'......

Really...... A god with a gentle personality!Antonio's eyes flashed with surprise as he realized the magic he had acquired.

Generally speaking, the type of divine art is greatly influenced by the gods, and the divine arts given by the gods who are engaged in combat or love combat will be more inclined to combat, and the divine arts given by the gods of the non-combat type will be biased towards the auxiliary class, but the gods who are not good at fighting will also develop a large number of divine arts for combat in order to make their clergy have combat effectiveness.

But after he turned into an agricultural druid, the magic skills he obtained for combat were only ten, and most of the magic skills could only be released after reaching the high-level profession, that is to say, the priest of this agricultural god (agricultural druid) did not have any combat power before being promoted to the high level, and it was a pure auxiliary profession, but the kind that assisted farming.

This god couldn't really be a peasant, Antonio couldn't help but think in his heart, in the Second Age, farming was also a profession.

At that time, farmers not only needed to pick up saws to cut down trees and turn forests into farmland, but also needed to pick up scythes and fight against the monsters, elves, dragons, treants and other races that inhabited the forest.

It can be said that the peasants who used the sickle and saw as markers made great contributions to the rise of the human race, and without the peasants taking land from foreign races and planting crops one by one, there would be no glory of mankind in the later Third Age.

It seems really possible, after all, this god did not have a good reputation before announcing his name to the entire main plane, and many legendary professionals found that this god seemed to appear out of nowhere, leaving few traces on the main plane.

Soon, he gathered his thoughts and asked in a calm voice:

"My lord, I don't know where our church's sphere of influence is, where is its headquarters, I want to go and meet my future companions, and by the way find out what I should do. ”

"Where the headquarters of the church is is up to you. Jiang Hao said with a smile, "Of course, where the strength of the church is also depends on you. ”

Antonio: "......"

How do I think I jumped into a big pit, and there is a god standing there trying to bury me.

Jiang Hao also felt that putting all these things on the body of a legendary professional was a heavy burden for him, and it was too shabby for a church to not even have a demigod, so he decided to find a helper for Antonio,

"Follow me. ”

......

On the outskirts of Elmaar, in a dilapidated manor.

Servants dressed like the outside world are doing the same things as other noble servants, cleaning, cutting flowers, cooking, and guarding the manor, but if you look closely, you can see that this manor is different from other noble servants, that is, whether these servants are male or female, there is a savage, bloody temperament wandering between their eyebrows, as if they are fierce people in servant clothes.

At the very back of the manor, Hektos, the god of flames, transformed into a stocky middle-aged man and dressed in robes embroidered with the coat of arms of the nobility, grabbed a piece of fat roasted golden flesh and stuffed it into his mouth.

As an indigenous pseudo-god born after hundreds of years of sacrifice by the natives in the Heart of Nature plane, he was very uneasy about this strange environment after the Heart of Nature plane merged into the main plane.

So he decisively abandoned the large tribe that had sacrificed to him for hundreds of years, and took a dozen of the most devout primitive believers to hide in a relatively remote place in this main plane.

After figuring out what was going on in the main plane, he killed a baron, then transformed into his form and took over everything from him.

Suddenly, Hectus, the god of flames, paused, he put down his fat, raised his head, looked through the obstacles of the manor, glanced at the silent night that appeared empty in his vision, and then stood up sharply, the light of the teleportation flickering on his body.

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