Celestial Mage

Chapter 184 The 988 Children of the Golden God (44)

One o'clock in the afternoon.

Rosen rode a moonlight horse to the Great Temple in the south of the city market.

He went directly to the backyard, and after getting off his horse, a temple attendant came over to take the reins.

Rosen took the leather bag containing the documents from the horse's back and hung it on his body, and then lightly patted the moonlight horse's buttocks. The honest and gentle horse snorted at Rosen, and then followed the attendants away.

Carrying the document bag on his back, Rosen greeted the guard at the back door, and then walked towards the apse of the temple.

While walking in the aisle, I heard the voice of a strange man in the apse.

"Officer, what the mayor of Samler has done is really absurd. There are grievances among the people. He doesn't want to relieve them. He only knows how to forcefully suppress them. Something will happen sooner or later!"

Rosen's heart skipped a beat, and he secretly urged: "Mayor Samler, you need to push harder!"

He had a hunch about these things and made arrangements early on, but whether they can be used or not depends on whether the God of Gold cares for him.

Since the officiant was busy, in order to avoid suspicion, Rosen didn't eavesdrop, so he walked back to the door and chatted casually with the guard at the door.

After about five or six minutes, a young man wearing the costume of the officiant of the town came along the aisle. He was about 6 or 27 years old, covered in dust and dust, and his face was obviously tired.

Obviously, this person should have just rushed back from Xinyue Town, and he might have been driving all night long.

When he saw Rosen, he glanced at the middle-level secret gold emblem on his chest. With a fixed gaze, he recognized his identity, and then bowed slightly: "Master Rosen, greetings to you."

In the temple, the status of the mid-level god-seal mage is higher than that of the town priest.

Rosen nodded, "You've worked hard too."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and patted the shoulder of the guard by the door, and said with a smile, "Dude, we'll talk later."

The guard looked honored: "Master Rosen go."

Rosen walked towards the apse, and when he arrived at the apse, he saw the white-haired Priest Fao sitting on a wooden chair by the wall, with one hand propping his forehead, his face full of exhaustion.

Hearing the movement, he raised his head, and when he saw that it was Rosen, he pointed to the chair next to him: "It's been a long journey, sit down and rest."

With Rosen's status at the moment, he naturally didn't need to be trembling, and sat down next to the officiant Fao.

He took out Xia Lina's letter: "Officer, this is the battle report written by Captain Xia Lina."

The priest Fao took the battle report and put it on the table casually. He leaned back on the back of the chair and rubbed the space between his brows.

"Priest Wei Na has given me a detailed report."

A faint smile appeared on Faol's face.

"The crisis in Baima Town has been completely lifted, and there will be no need to worry about being invaded by alien races for a long time."

The constant bad news from Crescent Town made him feel physically and mentally exhausted, but the good news from Baima Town made his tense and gloomy mood relax a lot.

It's like a spring of living water suddenly gushing out from the bottom of a stagnant pool, which greatly lifts people's spirits.

Of course, he will not forget Rosen's contribution.

"This incident in Baima Town, you did a very good job, far exceeding my expectations."

"Although I always disagree with letting a magic genius like you perform dangerous combat missions, there is no doubt that geniuses can always achieve achievements that ordinary people can't imagine."

"You are now an intermediate-level mage, and with such a contribution, you can be promoted from the seal of the gods to the divine favor, and directly obtain the intermediate-level divine grace of the Golden God."

After finishing speaking, the deacon Fao waved his hand to the deacon who was standing beside him: "Go and get the promotion document of Master Divine Grace."

"Yes, officiant."

The young deacon immediately trotted to get the file, and after a while, he brought a leather folder and handed it to Faol respectfully.

Faol turned to one of the pages, took out a piece of blue gold paper, first wrote his name on it, and then handed it to Rosen: "Please sign it."

During Rosen's autograph session, he introduced slowly.

"The obligations of the divine grace mage are similar to those of the divine seal mage, but two rights have been added."

"First, before each combat mission, there will always be a high-level lucky holy shield that can be triggered three times. The effect can last for ten days."

"Secondly, every three months, you can get a weak divine grace. After obtaining this divine grace, you can choose one of the three rewards."

"The three rewards are to assist in improving the ability to cast spells, to slightly increase the realm of mana, and to slightly increase the strength of mana."

Rosen was shocked: "Can the spellcasting ability be improved with divine grace?"

How to mention this thing?
Could it be to forcibly squeeze out a strand of his soul?

Priest Fao smiled slightly: "Don't question the wisdom of God, Mage Rosen."

After finishing speaking, he pointed to the statue of the golden god: "Now, kneel in front of the statue, and get ready to receive the grace of Zhongxiao God."

Rosen immediately got up and walked over, knelt down on the futon in front of the statue with a 'thump'.

He wants to see how the Golden God can help improve his spellcasting ability.

Seeing that he had finished kneeling, the Priest Fao also came to the statue, closed his eyes and bowed, clasped his hands on his chest, and began to pray silently.

Following the prayer, the golden statue shone slightly, and a faint golden light was born from the void, covering Rosen's body.

As soon as he was illuminated by this light, Luo Sen's eyes were darkened and he fell into darkness. At the same time, an indifferent voice that was neither male nor female, neither old nor young, came from his ear.

"Rosen Philander, tell me the divine grace you want to obtain."

"I want to improve my spellcasting ability."

The voice said: "Then, I will assist you to improve your spellcasting ability, but the process will be a bit cruel, and you must be mentally prepared."

Rosen was shocked, but still nodded: "I'm ready."

Before the words were finished, the darkness dissipated, and a huge, flat, and clean white circular field appeared, with a sunny blue sky above, and clouds drifting in the wind.

Just across the field, stood a person, a tall, graceful woman.

The woman's appearance was as flawless as jade, but her demeanor was as indifferent as ice. Her long dark golden hair was carefully coiled behind her head, and she was wearing a gorgeous and delicate gold-rimmed pure white dress that fitted her body perfectly. A half-meter-long platinum staff shone brightly.

I can't tell how old he is, he is very young, but his temperament is very mature, especially a pair of dark golden eyes, deep and indifferent, as if he has experienced countless years.

Seeing her appearance and demeanor, Rosen's heart moved slightly: "This is an extraordinary archmage! It is estimated that she has lived for hundreds of years."

It is impossible for a mortal to have such a smooth and flawless almost glowing skin, at best it can only be approached.

The female mage looked at Rosen and made an indifferent voice.

"Master Rosen, this is the arena of God, and I am the Golden Holy Spirit, the 988 daughter of God the Father, the 24-star Extraordinary Archmage Saint Alfroya Deutarod."

"From now on, I will distribute all your divine favors. If you die in battle or die of old age, I will lead you into the kingdom of God."

Rosen was shocked when he heard this: "My good fellow, the Golden God has so many sons and daughters." '

For an existence that has lived for thousands of years and stands at the pinnacle of the Golden Land, it is reasonable to have thousands of direct descendants.

But it still belongs to the category that is more viable.

Although this was a family matter of the God of Gold, it was not easy for others to ask about it, but Rosen was really curious and it was not a big deal, so he asked.

"Holy One, are every child of God as good as you?"

"Excellent, no, I am not outstanding, I am the youngest and weakest group of children of Father God."

"Among my brothers and sisters, there are many legendary archmages with more than 30 stars, or even close to 40 stars. Compared with them, I am nothing."

Rosen was even more shocked: "Are they all Extraordinary Archmages?"

It seems that Great Master Fentian is right again, it's fine if he is right, and he spreads the word all over the world, no wonder he will be punished by God.

St. Alfreda nodded: "Although this question has nothing to do with divine grace, I understand your strong curiosity about exploring the unknown."

"Master Rosen, because we are in contact for the first time, so I will satisfy your curiosity a little bit."

"Next, I will explain to you the general composition of the Golden Protoss, so that you can maintain enough composure when you enter the Kingdom of God in the future."

"The current pattern was formed a hundred years ago."

"About one hundred and five years ago, after God the Father left the last oracle, he entered the Tower of Truth and seldom paid attention to the mundane affairs."

"Then it falls to all brothers and sisters to keep the world going."

Rosen's heart moved: "The last oracle?"

"You guessed it right, that is, things in the sky belong to God, and things on earth belong to mortals."

"Because there are many brothers and sisters, but no one has the mighty power of God the Father, and the land of gold is vast and vast, so a strategy of one person managing the land is set."

Rosen was shocked: "Good guy, you can still do this." '

'It's been a long time, is the Golden Land going to split apart? '

Alfria didn't know what Rosen was thinking, her quiet and indifferent voice echoed on the dueling field like moonlight.

"It's also because I lack strength, limited knowledge, and mana is far less profound than my brothers and sisters, so what I manage is the Huangshui Highlands with less than a million people."

"I manage this land, and at the same time help the lower parish, and I am responsible to the upper parish, which is the Diocese of Winter City."

Rosen understood it roughly, and found it very strange. He felt that the Golden God Sect was like a super big family business.

The chairman of the company ignores world affairs, so all the children of the family work to keep the company running.

He asked curiously again: "How many saints are there in Huangshui Highland?"

"I'm the only one, but I'm busy studying spells, so the management of the mortal world needs your help."

After finishing speaking, she actually curtseyed to Rosen politely.

How could Rosen dare to accept the gift from the goddess, and hastily bowed deeply in return: "The saint's words are serious, this is what we should do."

St. Alfreda straightened up, her face still as indifferent as water.

"At the same time, I would like to apologize to you, because the divine grace to assist in improving spellcasting ability is the latest development, the process is quite cruel, and the method is slightly immature."

"Of course, the side effects are within the controllable range."

Hearing this sentence, Rosen's heart was shocked, and an ominous premonition surged up.

It was like lying on the operating table, facing a doctor with a shiny knife, and the doctor said that it would hurt a little bit.

(End of this chapter)