Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 304: Test
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 226: Deal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1137- Doesn't matter if you agree
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 929: Hidden Estate
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1136- Give them 10%
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 667 - Angel Descends by Our Side
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 26: The Demon King Domain’s Little Provision Store Opens!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 599: The Sky Isn't Bright Yet, What to Do
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 303: Choice
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 225: Goodbye
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1135- Ice Bug
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 928: The Power of a True Immortal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1134- Familiar face
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 598: Since You Have to Choose Someone, Choosing Me Works Fine Too
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3818: Mystifying Kindness
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 302: Gaze
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 224: Arrogance
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1133- Job Clash
Upon receiving Louie’s summons, Sisna and Lysfer hurriedly arrived.
After arriving at his lair, they were stopped by the human guards stationed at the entrance.
Ever since the barracks were established, Louie ensured that the entrance guards would be rotated among the three races. Since he didn’t really need their protection, the requirements for serving as a guard weren’t too high. They were chiefly responsible for announcing visitors rather than providing security.
“Please wait a moment, miladies!”
Facing the two ladies, the guards maintained a respectful tone while standing their ground.
Sisna and Lysfer nodded their heads and did not mind waiting a while longer.
When the soldier left to report, a young man in priest robes arrived. It was Clooney, the young cleric who had recently been assigned the task of educating the soldiers on Louie’s grace.
Sisna and Lysfer had always felt that this small priest was indescribably strange. His position within the city was equally as odd. As a former worshiper of the Goddess of Morning, he should ordinarily have been imprisoned as a heretic. Yet, Lord Galakrond had actually kept him on hand to use his holy magic on the city’s populace.
Lord Galakrond had completely exploited the loopholes of low-level holy magic. As long as Clooney believed in the Goddess and possessed the sacred emblem issued by the Theocracy, he could use some holy techniques on the populace.
To this effect, Louie had ensured that the priests only ever wore the Goddess’s emblem when healing others. At any other time, they would need to remove them. This was equivalent to squandering the Goddess’ blessing. Using her gifts without granting her the glory and prestige that came with doing so. And if she could, she would no doubt descend in a fit of rage to punish the blasphemer.
Well, for someone who had already offended the Goddess of Magic, what point was there in worrying over the Goddess of Morning? He’d probably do even more scandalous things as he grew stronger.
After seeing this priest, Sisna and Lysfer
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