Fulilian: Becomes a disciple of Celia at the beginning

"Haita, I can guess what you want to ask. I guarantee that this magic is correct, but as to its origin, I cannot answer."

"Is that so?" Haita nodded, not much surprised.

After taking a sip of the foam on the draft beer, he continued, "What about the 'miracle' that the Goddess pointed out to you just now?"

“No comment either.”

There was a hint of strangeness in Gut's negative tone, but he didn't expect Haita to notice it.

"Okay, maybe my question was a little offensive."

Haita said this with a hint of apology in his words, and after finishing his words he drank a whole glass of beer in one breath as a "punishment" for his inappropriate questioning.

Seeing Haita like this, Gut didn't say anything and also accompanied him with a full cup of coffee as a compensation.

At this point, Haita had completely given up hope of ever getting an answer.

It’s no wonder that Gut remained silent, it’s just that these two questions are too difficult to answer.

One involves the fundamental secret that he is a time traveler, while the other is even more difficult to answer.

Why did the "miracle" of the "Goddess" point to himself? Was it because he had been spying on the God he believed in?

Why did the [Goddess] turn the "miracle" into rain of light? Was it because he tried to steal the underwear of the God he believed in?

Gut must be crazy to say this in front of a devout monk.

It’s better not to let anyone know about stealing the goddess’s underwear.

Seeing that the atmosphere at the table was gradually becoming cold, Haita realized that he could not get any answers from his questions, so he simply changed the topic to some lighter ones, and the atmosphere of the chat returned to normal.

Gut also took the opportunity to inquire about the whereabouts of the brave Xinmeier.

"Simmel."

"A few days ago, the Royal Capital entrusted him with a mission to subjugate the Great Demon Tribe. He accepted it and set out on the same day."

"Calculating the time, if everything goes well, he should be back next week."

"But my old friend always likes to take the long way around, so it's not surprising that he hasn't returned even after two or three weeks."

"Indeed."

Thinking of the journey of the brave group, Gut said with considerable agreement.

"correct."

"I remember Xin Meier mentioned that you know some basic [Goddess Magic]."

"Though I'm sorry I can't understand how you broke that spell, you were a great help after all. As a token of my gratitude, if you'd like to continue studying [Goddess Magic], you can come find me."

"Yeah." Gut nodded seriously, feeling a surge of excitement in his heart.

Today, I am no longer restricted by the term "atheist".

Although he still has no faith in the so-called "Goddess", he has copied her strongest talent for practicing "Holy Magic", also known as "Goddess Magic".

Relying on the various blessings brought by [Holy Magic Affinity], as long as you put in enough effort, the achievements you can make will definitely not be inferior to those of the Sea Tower.

Perhaps sensing the intention in Gut's eyes, Haita added further.

"There are many old monks proficient in herbal medicine in the [Holy Hall], as well as some insights left by predecessors. If you want to learn, you can go in and take a look at it at any time."

"That's not necessary." Thinking of the holy light coming out of the portrait, Gut was still frightened and declined Haita's kindness on the spot.

"After all, the Holy Temple is a temple for believers. As a non-believer, I should not disturb you any further."

A strange look flashed in Haita's eyes, "Do you think so?"

"Alright, I'll send someone to give you a practice notebook later. If you encounter any problems, just come to me privately."

By this point in the conversation, the atmosphere at the table had become very harmonious.

Gut, who was in a good mood, also drank two glasses with Haita. Unexpectedly, such support aroused Haita's interest, and he drank glass after glass with Gut.

Often, before Gut had finished half his glass, Haita had already finished two.

"It turns out that drinking still requires company."

"It's been a long time since I drank so happily."

Seeing that Haita's figure was already a little crooked, Gut, who had a bloated stomach after drinking two large beers, simply ended the drinking party in the cafe.

After standing up, Gut couldn't help shaking his head as he looked at the dozen or so large empty cups piled on the table.

Excluding the two cups he drank, Haita, the wine-drinking monk, must have drunk fourteen or fifteen cups, which was definitely over 15L.

"Brother, just drink like this, your liver pain is growing muscles."

If this happened to an ordinary person, it would be enough to meet the standard of alcohol poisoning.

But when I used this as a daily Haita, the body template only showed a gray entry of [alcoholism].

Judging from the time of his death in the later plot, Haita, who was such an alcoholic, lived to be over a hundred years old.

Although he gave up alcohol at the end of his life, he was still able to live a long life despite this behavior, which shows that the "Favor of the Goddess" probably made a lot of effort.

After waving his hand and calling the waiter, Gut followed him to the front desk to pay the bill.

The cost of the drinks was quite high, so much so that Gut even had to take out a gold coin to pay the bill. Fortunately, the change was also quite a lot, enough to fill half a bag of silver coins.

Gut took out a few coins and handed them to the waiter beside him, asking him to look after Haita for a while, and then walked towards the direction of the [Continental Magic Association].

The two stayed here for more than an hour, and during such a long time, the [Goddess] did not launch another pursuit. This shows that it is quite troublesome to exert her power, and she is generally safe.

But what Gut didn't know was that not long after he left, a small ball of remaining holy power caught up with him and hovered in the coffee shop.

At this moment, Haita, with a confused and dazed look in his eyes, was still lying on the table, muttering intermittently in an imperceptible voice.

"You can still practice [Goddess Magic]. It means your heart hasn't fallen into darkness and hasn't been abandoned by [Goddess]."

"But why? I fled in such a hurry, yet I was afraid to go to the Holy Temple again."

"Could it be that the 'miracle' bestowed by the Goddess is not a 'reward', but a 'punishment'?"

"Well, how should I choose?"

<·No matter how complicated and illusory it is, I will follow my heart and reach the other shore·>

"This is a sentence from the sacred text [Chapter of Sunshine]."

"You told me to ignore it. I understand."

The ball of light gathered by the weak holy power dimmed a lot after guiding the believers.

After circling in place for a few times, the ball of light seemed to have made up its mind. It no longer continued to follow the traces to pursue Gut to teach him a lesson, but slowly fell down and dissolved into the body of the believer.

If Gut had observed from here, he would have seen that the template of the tower had changed at this moment.

The talent entry [Drunkenness (Gray)] has been removed.

The effect of the talent entry [Longevity (Blue)] has been strengthened.

Chapter 113 Three flavors of ice cream, delivered on time tomorrow morning [two in one]

【Holy City·City Center】

A "slowly moving" carriage was heading towards the [Continental Magic Association] at an "extremely fast" speed.

The driver at the helm is very skilled. With his rich driving experience, he repeatedly loosens and pulls the reins, allowing the horse to always be in the middle state between "running" and "walking", just like in human sports [race walking].

Relying on this "secret skill", the coachmen in the city have found a compromise between the rigid rule of "forbidding galloping horses" and the objective demand of "guests wanting to arrive as early as possible".

The speed of the carriage under this control, although not comparable to running under normal conditions, is still satisfactory and can meet the needs of most passengers.

A few minutes later, as the carriage got closer and closer to the association's location.

The elf in the carriage, who had a stern face, seemed to have noticed something and his expression instantly relaxed.

Out of compliance with the rules, even if Celie is in the city, she usually does not use magic to detect.

In most cases, we will even deliberately restrain it to avoid misunderstanding.

But at this distance, even if the elf is not proactive, it can sense the huge magical reaction in the distance by instinct alone.

[Boundary Magic], or rather, a variant of [Boundary Magic].

The defensive magic created by his former disciple Volame was transformed into a selective magic that could screen magicians after he adjusted it himself.

After engraving it into a ring to form a magic device, it was handed over to his current disciple Gut for safekeeping.

The reason why there was such a magical reaction in front was undoubtedly because of the disciple who was angry and refused to wake him up.

"Tsk-tsk-"

"Although he has a bit of a temper, he's still reliable."

The elf, feeling relieved, leaned against the car window and looked at the sky in the distance.

Speaking of which, at the end of the [Oissast] assessment, Gut had used this method to take his place many times.

I never thought that even at the headquarters of the Holy City, the same thing would happen again.

As a teacher, I am really tired.

But, isn’t that how disciples use it?

As if recalling some good memories from the past, the elf leaning against the car window had a faint smile on his lips.

After the assessment is over, I will reward this disciple with an extra magic spell.

As for [Langyi Magic Equipment Shop], I'll go and see how it's progressing in a few days.

Just like that, while the elf was thinking, the carriage drove through one block after another, and finally stopped steadily in the square in front of the [Continental Magic Association].

The magicians who lined up here had already become accustomed to this scene.

The few who looked this way were urging the driver to leave quickly and not disrupt the normal queueing order.

The driver nodded and bowed hurriedly in response. These magicians were either from noble families or had a promising future. In any case, they were not people that a small driver like him could afford to offend.

Fortunately, the passenger in the carriage did not delay. He got off the car neatly and paid the fare. The driver hurriedly counted the silver coins, confirmed that there was no problem, and drove away immediately.

However, the passenger who got off the bus did not "obediently" line up at the back of the queue. Instead, he walked towards the blue-purple magic circle in front without looking back.

The magicians in the long line all looked unhappy after seeing this scene, but many smart ones immediately changed their expressions after seeing the pair of distinctive elf ears.