Fulilian: Becomes a disciple of Celia at the beginning

"Good morning, Lady Celia and Gut, we meet again."

"This is my good friend Haita."

As soon as the master and apprentice came on stage, Xin Meir took the initiative to greet them and introduced his partner to them.

In response to the hero's greeting and introduction, Celie simply hummed calmly.

Gut responded in a slightly more formal manner and shook hands with Haita in a friendly manner.

"I'm so sorry, both of you."

"It seems that our unforeseen visit has caused some inconvenience to your plans."

After all, Haita was good at dealing with people. He immediately caught the slight unhappiness in Celia's face and apologized first.

Faced with Haita's sincere attitude, Celie didn't know what to say. Although she remained silent, her attitude towards the two of them softened a little.

Hearing the words of his best friend beside him, Xin Meir also reacted and explained softly.

"This visit is actually a request from His Majesty the King, who requires us to deliver a handwritten inscription on his behalf."

"After all, he is His Majesty the King, so it's hard for us to refuse."

"According to my original plan, I wanted to wait until this assessment was over before bringing Haita to visit."

Understanding that the two had come out of helplessness, Celie was not an unreasonable person.

"I will cooperate with you, but please end this farce as soon as possible."

Hearing this, the brave man breathed a sigh of relief and quickly signaled his old friend to invite the king's envoy over. In the presence of the people of the Holy City, he handed over the inscription.

However, there was no need for the hero to remind him. The moment Haita received Celia's permission, he walked down to the stage to inform the king's envoy to bring up the "King's Handwriting".

On the side, looking at the expressions of Xinmei and Haita, Gut was a little surprised.

It is not difficult to understand that the hero is forced to obey the king's arrangements due to the feudal hierarchy.

But it seems that Haita doesn't need this.

As a monk among the brave men and a bishop in the religious city of the Holy City, Haita's fame and status are no less than that of the king of the Royal City.

Even though the power of a bishop is much weaker than that of a king, their status and position in the secular world is not much different.

It is like the Pope of the Vatican in the previous life. Even though he was controlled by Italy in terms of materials, transportation, finance, territory, etc., he was still an equal when facing the leader of Italy.

What's more, Haita himself has no wife and no offspring, and is completely "invincible". It is difficult to find any handle on him to threaten him.

Perhaps noticing her student's confused look, Celie, as a teacher, explained the reason.

"The Holy City's taxes are collected and managed by the Royal Capital, and the Goddess Religion itself doesn't have many means of profit."

"No wonder."

Gut suddenly realized that the [Goddess Religion] was too kind and truly implemented the goodness and integrity in its doctrine.

Once the [taxation power] is taken away, it will not be taken back by making up excuses.

In terms of profit, they don't know how to sell popular products like "Indulgences" and collect percentage deductions like "Tithe" to attract gold coins from believers. No wonder they are controlled by others.

(Indulgences: The church claimed that spending money to buy indulgences could forgive believers' sins, reduce the time they or their deceased relatives spent in purgatory, and allow them to enter heaven earlier.)

(Tithe: The medieval Christian church required believers to donate one-tenth of their income to the church.)

Such a pure sect probably can't even afford to give eggs to potential believers.

After a while, the middle-aged nobleman whom Gut and the teacher had met before came to the front of the stage under the guidance of Haita. He bowed and held up a handwritten scroll of His Majesty the King. He first walked around the stage so that the people in all directions below could see him.

Then, the middle-aged noble did not hand the King's letter directly to Celie, but strictly followed the King's instructions and handed it to the [Brave] Xinmeier and [Bishop] Haita first. The two of them handed it to the great magician Celie on his behalf.

Only in this way can it be considered in accordance with the rules.

Celia accepted it with a lack of interest. Although this reaction did not satisfy the king's representative, it was at least in line with etiquette and gave His Majesty the king the respect he deserved.

In addition, since he had offended him before, the king's representative didn't say anything more and walked down the platform with his head lowered.

With the handover of this [King's Handwriting] and its hanging in the lobby of the [Continental Magic Association], this morning's farce came to an end.

The crowd of onlookers began to disperse gradually. Even though some people stopped for a while due to their curiosity about the [Continental Magic Association], they did not block the road to the point of being completely blocked like before, preventing magic candidates who wanted to take the test from entering.

Seeing that the assessment hosted by the [Continental Magic Association] was about to get on track, Xinmeier and Haita felt embarrassed to disturb them any further. After apologizing to Celia again, they decided to take their leave.

But Haita stopped before leaving and said that if Lady Celia and the [Continental Magic Association] had any needs in the [Holy City], they could come to him for consultation.

After bidding farewell to Lady Celia, Xinmei and Haita walked together towards the [Holy Temple].

Xinmeier took out the notes he had obtained in the northern countries from his pocket and handed them to Haita.

"Look, is this what you want?"

Haita only glanced through a few pages and nodded in affirmation, "Yes, this is the part I want."

"That's great, Haita. How long will it take to complete the decryption?"

In response to Xinmei's question, Haita fell silent and only answered after a while.

"According to my previous estimate, it will probably take about twenty years."

"Ah, it still takes so long?!" Xin Meir shouted in surprise, his expression visibly disappointed.

"Isn't the overall decryption framework almost complete?"

"Indeed, constructing the decryption framework is the most difficult step in the decryption process. Once it is completed, subsequent decryption is just a simple substitution and attempt."

“But even if the substitution and experimentation are simple, it takes time to do it.”

"And after that, there is still the final verification stage to go through."

"The estimate of about 20 years is based on a relatively optimistic assumption, for example, that I don't drink much."

"wrong!"

Xin Meir, with a lost look on his face, keenly caught the loophole in Haita's words.

"Haita, you mentioned 'according to my previous estimate' in your words just now. Does that mean that the time you estimated has changed now?"

"Tsk, your reaction is quite quick."

As Haita spoke, he took out a piece of paper from the pocket of his bishop's robe and handed it to Xinmeier.

"This is?"

[A Tour of Time: Bird Chapter]

[Magic that can return to the future——(Fiarator)]

There were two simple lines of handwriting on the narrow piece of paper, but just these two simple lines were enough to make Xin Meir, the brave warrior who defeated the devil, stand there in a daze.

"It's literally like magic that can go back to the future."

Haita said, "Just now, I have simply verified it using the framework we created."

"The note that the magician named Gut handed me earlier contains the goddess' magic."

“Exactly!”

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Inside the [Mainland Magic Association], a magician finally mustered up the courage to push the door and walk in.

"Unqualified, next one."

Celia's calm voice announced that the first candidate from the Holy City headquarters had failed the interview.

"Um, please."

"Is the magician's assessment held here?"

A timid child's voice came from outside the door.

"Come in, you've passed."

Chapter 97 Jealousy

"Come in, you've passed."

"Ok?"

Not only the little boy hiding at the door was surprised, but even Gut, who was standing next to the teacher, couldn't help but feel a little suspicious.

This is only the second candidate, and someone who meets the teacher’s expectations has appeared so quickly?

Closing the magic book in his hand, Gut curiously extended his own magic power, wanting to feel this talent that was also recognized by the teacher.

"His magic power is quite good, but why is the reaction of magic around him so strange?"

"Unlike the chaotic, diffuse form of a normal magician, it is instead focused inward and quite calm, like a pool of stagnant water."

"It shouldn't be."

"Even if one deliberately suppresses their own magical reactions, even if it has become instinctive like the teacher and Fulilian, the magical reactions around them are still chaotic and diffuse, rather than this special inward-focused magical reaction."

"puff-"

A slight strange sound was heard in the air. Gut, who had been using his own magic power to detect the little boy for a long time, seemed to have accidentally triggered some taboo.

The magic power that was originally as calm as a pool of stagnant water suddenly became extremely active, and began to attack the main force at an extremely fast speed along the magic power released by Gut!

Gut was startled and quickly cut off the supply of magic power and raised a layer of [Defensive Magic] to block in front of himself.

The little boy seemed to have reacted as well, and quickly controlled his raging magic power and pulled it back.

"Ding!"

The little boy was a moment too slow after all. His overflowing magic power was only gathered back after a clash with Gut's [Defensive Magic].

Gut looked at the marks of his [Defensive Magic], and a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes.

There was no damage caused by the impact on the originally densely arranged defensive magic, and no defensive unit collapsed.

Some are just empty.

A large number of defense units at the battle site disappeared out of thin air.

It was as if a fatal hole had been dug out on a shield.

The next moment, Gut suddenly regained his sense of the missing magic power.