As a villain, I really can't become stronger anymore

Seeing this, Virgil was afraid that his good brother would pick up a quill and write two obscene verses on the statue...

Blasphemy, even if the goddess of dawn probably no longer exists, this is definitely blasphemy.

He couldn't just watch his good brother fall into such depravity. Even if he was lustful, there were plenty of beautiful nuns in the church. He definitely couldn't set his sights on the goddess. If the old-fashioned people in the church saw this, they would definitely make a scene.

"Brother, come back to your senses." Virgil grinned and reached out to pat Ron's shoulder.

But before his hand could touch Ron, the goddess statue in front of him suddenly burst into dazzling light. Virgil's face changed slightly and he subconsciously stepped back.

Immediately afterwards, the light was seen to shrink suddenly.

Right in the center of the light was a heart-shaped necklace that was as clear as crystal.

Without the support of light, the necklace fell downwards, landing right in Ron's outstretched palm.

The tentacles wrapped around his body had faded away, and Ron regained control of his body. He looked at the goddess statue in front of him with a complicated expression. The goddess statue also returned to normal, and its opened eyes dropped again, just like the one he saw at first. There is no difference at all.

Ron didn't know what this meant, and he didn't even have a direction to think about.

The only thing that was certain was that the goddess's change had not had any bad impact on him for the time being.

He let out a long breath and looked down at the necklace in his palm: Heart of Ostara!

[Heart of Ostara: a special prop, it will become your second heart. 】

The equipment did not belong to any grade, and the introduction was very simple and not difficult to understand, but Ron felt some kind of indescribable chill.

Ostara, this is... the taboo of the goddess of dawn!

For a long time, Ron silently hung Ostara's heart around his neck.

Virgil next to him had a dull face, his eyes were wide-eyed, and he hadn't even recovered from the shock just now.

Damn it, what on earth is going on?

Could it be said that this is the gift of the goddess?

Why did a favor that had not appeared for thousands of years, and that even the Pope had never received, befall Ron?

Could it be that this guy was staring at the statue with a blasphemous gaze? Is this really ridiculous?

Virgil simply couldn't understand it. His eyes were completely confused and he kept looking between Ron and the goddess statue. If he didn't know Ron's details, he would even wonder if there was something between Ron and the goddess of dawn. What adultery.

Hiss... To describe the goddess of dawn with adultery is simply blasphemy.

Immediately afterwards, Virgil's body shivered, his face turned pale, and beads of sweat the size of beans began to roll down his face.

He remembered that he had spoken nonsense in front of Ron before, saying that the goddess probably no longer existed... Will the goddess punish him because of his words?

Virgil was horrified.

Wait, if Brother Ron got the gift of the goddess because he stared at the statue of the goddess with blasphemous eyes, although Virgil felt that such a goddess was simply sick, but... if he did the same thing , is it also possible...

A certain thought emerged in his chest, and in an instant, burning heat filled his body.

Virgil's throat was moving. After a few seconds, this originally very smart bishop made a decision. He tried hard to adjust the expression on his face, and looked at the statue in front of him with three parts of contempt, three parts of ridicule, three parts of blasphemy, and one part of indifference in his eyes.

"what!"

The next moment, Virgil screamed, covered his eyes with his hands, and squatted down.

There was blood flowing between the fingers.

Seeing Virgil's face covered in blood, Ron was surprised: "Brother, what happened to you?"

"No, I'm fine..." Virgil stopped screaming, put down his palms, and wiped his face with his sleeves.

The scene in front of her eyes was still red. She saw Ron's figure in the dim light, and felt a surge of grief and anger in her heart.

Why? Why? Why?

Everyone is doing the same thing, why did Ron get the gift of the goddess, but he was punished by the goddess?

Just because Ron is a little more handsome and younger than me?

Goddess of Dawn, isn’t this too much of a double standard?

Of course, Virgil would never dare to say what was in his heart. Once he said it, his eyes would not just be injured, but would probably turn into paste in an instant.

What's even more sad is that Virgil found out that although he was punished by the goddess, not only did his faith not decrease, he was even more pious than ever before, because his goddess... still existed.

He was annoyed that he was useless, took a deep breath, suppressed the grief and anger in his heart, and even forced a smile at Ron: "Oh, my brother, I'm fine, please don't worry, congratulations, you have achieved The goddess’s approval.”

"Now, let us see to what vocation you are fitted for in the Church."

As he spoke, Virgil looked at the Dawn Bible placed on the altar in front of the goddess statue.

The thick title page was opened out of thin air. It was clear that there was no wind in the church, but the pages were rattling.

A few seconds later, the Dawn Bible stopped on a special page. On the page was a figure wearing a white robe and praying devoutly in front of the statue of the goddess.

"My brother, you seem suitable to be a...priest?"

Here comes the first chapter, thank you all for your support.

Chapter 26 The Irregular Nun’s Confession Room (2)

puff!

Ron squirted directly.

What?

Priest?

Are you sure this thing is correct?

Ron really didn't expect that he actually had the talent to be a priest. Not to mention that Ron was originally a magician, and the corresponding auxiliary profession in the church should be a priest.

In the game, Ron turns into an evil spirit after his death, taking the path of an evil warlock.

Even with his equipment and even more exaggerated strength attributes than the berserker, Ron felt very normal about being a Dawn Knight.

But what the hell is a priest?

Is this a secondary occupation of a therapist?

Ron looked all over his body and thought about his past and present lives, but he couldn't find anything that had anything to do with the priest? Even though Ron had opened many trumpets in the game and experienced knights, warriors, thieves, archers and magicians, he had never played as a wet nurse.

Speaking of which, how does the pastor add some points?

What skills should a priest have?

Is one healing technique enough?

"Brother, are you sure you read this correctly?"

"My eyes were injured, not blind."

Virgil continued: "Tomorrow, I will prepare priest's clothes and some magic books for you."

Well, a pastor will be a pastor.

Anyway, his power mainly comes from his own equipment, not his profession... What's more, in this world, professions and skills are not particularly strictly divided and restricted.

Even if he is a priest, he can still slap Herman away and throw chain lightning.

Ron and Virgil left the church together and came to the courtyard again. They no longer had the same feeling of being watched as before.

Maybe that guy has left?

Who knows.

……

On the other side, Ron was walking in the church under the leadership of Virgil.

But the direction they were heading seemed to be getting more and more remote, and before they knew it, they had reached the backyard.

Virgil took out a rather bulky key that was half a foot long from his arms and carefully opened the courtyard door.

Although it was not obvious, Ron could still feel some warning magic fluctuations on the courtyard wall, and he couldn't help but have a suspicion in his heart. Where on earth is this place, so cautious?

Stepping into the backyard, it was very clean and there were no weeds on the ground.

The only building is a medium-sized room. This room looks very special. There are not even windows on the walls. It is a completely enclosed secret room.

Could it be that Virgil wanted to trick him into a secret room and then kill him quietly?

Elsa didn't give any warning, so that probably wasn't the case.

Although Elsa didn't react much in the previous two times, it is undeniable that Ron was not fatally threatened these two times.

"Brother Virgil, this is..."

Virgil smiled mysteriously at Ron. He always felt that there was something vulgar about this guy's smile.

"My brother, don't worry too much. I will take you to a good place." Virgil said: "You must know that whether it is forced or voluntary, you were a believer of the Eternal Freedom Sect after all. This is what you carry. Sin.”

"So, you need to repent and wash away your sins before you can become a qualified believer of the goddess."

Ron was speechless.

There are so many rules in religion.

This only house should be the so-called confession room?

Ron didn't doubt him and followed Virgil to the door of the confessional. After Virgil opened the door, he gently pushed Ron from behind and pushed Ron in.

Then, with a click, the door closed from the outside.

Ron was stunned by this sudden change.

He did not try to open the door of the confessional. With his current strength, it would not be difficult to break this door or even this wall into pieces.

Ron just looked at the confessional with some curiosity, then frowned, and the expression on his face became more and more strange.

It is different from the confessional you might imagine. There is no statue of the goddess or Bible here. Instead, there is a wardrobe and a large bed.

The magic lamps on the wall released a light pink glow, shrouding the confessional room in a layer of charming haze.

There was some fine wine on a table.

There were some bottles and jars next to them. Ron, who had a wealth of knowledge, could tell at a glance that those bottles were filled with potions that restored physical strength and energy.

I walked to the closet, opened the closet door, and my lips trembled slightly. There were clothes hanging inside, and they were all women's clothes.

There are seven orthodox religions and seven different nun uniforms.

There are even revealing and alluring gauze-like outfits worn by female believers of the Eternal Freedom Sect.

There are also the loose robes of magicians, the leather armor of archers and thieves that can show off their figure, the armor of female warriors that only covers the chest and buttocks and does not provide much defense, the dresses of noble ladies that fit the body curves, and the one-piece ones. Gel coats...even holy wedding dresses.

On the upper layer, there are still many unopened stockings, black stockings, white stockings, black and white stockings, suspender stockings and thigh high stockings, with a full range of varieties.

On the lower level are some special props...Bend down and pick up a piece of candle.

Low temperature candle...

There are also feathers, whips, ropes, tails...

Ron's forehead was covered with black lines. Is this confession room a little too inappropriate?

Squeak!

At this moment, a hoarse sound came from the wall on the other side, and an inconspicuous small door was pushed open.

A nun appeared in front of Ron.

Ron's eyes lit up slightly when he saw this nun.

The height of 1.75 meters is just perfect.

She has a slender and graceful body, and the nun's uniform that has obviously been specially modified is quite enchanting. The hollow design exposes most of the woman's skin. The high slit hem allows you to clearly see a section of her thighs, which are as white as white jade.

Black and white correspond to each other, making it more dazzling.

The tight-fitting nun's uniform brings out her beautiful and round curves. Her waist is cinched, but not even thick enough to be held in one hand. The white silk suspenders fit her slender and plump legs like a second layer of skin. Her chest is covered with a layer of white gauze, but it does not conceal her body at all. On the contrary, it adds a vague temptation.

The ten jade toes are crystal clear and the light purple nails complement the snow-like skin, silently releasing charm, as if issuing an alluring invitation.

Her face is beautiful.

Although she is slightly inferior to Irelia, her eyes, frowns and anger reveal the ultimate ecstasy that can make men intoxicated and dreamlike.