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But Scippamira didn’t seem to hear it, muttering to himself: “You actually eat shrimp and crabs. More terrifying, they are human friends…”

“Hey?” The fisherman’s daughter Boss was shocked.

Scippamira looked sadly at the box held by the boy in the water. She had already seen a lot of ‘human friends’ there.

The girl’s heart is for a moment. The grief is almost impossible to say.

The thick eyebrow girl for a moment was a little helpless, and she didn’t know how. She saw Scippamira’s face looked frustrated and felt uncomfortable in her heart. Quickly comforted: “You…you don’t like to eat lobsters and crabs. In fact, it’s no big deal. Salmon and sardines are also very good.”

“I don’t have anything, you don’t have to comfort me, thank you,” Scippamira heard the relief in the latter tone and replied softly: “And, it’s shrimp, not just lobsters. They are all human friends.”

The girl with the thick eyebrow listened again, for a moment, she couldn’t speak, and she wanted to break her head and couldn’t think why the shrimp and crab were human friends.

At this time Scippamira sat up from the bed. She opened the quilt and applied a healing spell to herself. A light sphere emerged from her hand and merged into the body to eliminate the trauma.

There was a silence in the cellar.

“You, you are Priest?” The girl of the thick eyebrow felt that one’s own brain was almost out of use, and she never dreamed that they would come back to a Holy Cathedral’s Priest.

In the eyes of the commoner. High-ranking believers who are able to perform ‘Holy’ are more than a noble.

Scippamira looked at the big eyes staring at small eyes in the cellar and looked at one’s own person. Doubtfully replied: “Yes, I am the Priest of Schimilud.”

The cellar was silent for a moment.

“Marsha bless, adult you are actually a Priest!”

“I, I am not mistaken, adult you just showed the deep Holy spell right?”

“You must save us adults!”

It seems that in an instant, there is a burst of voice in the crowd.

Scippamira was startled and quickly replied with a fuss: “You got it wrong. It’s not a deep Holy spell, just a healing spell. It’s just a Second Circle spell.”

“Just a healing spell.”

Everyone took a sip of cold air. Perhaps in the eyes of others, the empire’s territory is Ji Realm, there are dozens of hundreds of elements above it, the Gold rank is thousands of thousands, and the Silver Black Iron is numerous. It is impossible to create an illusion, as if the empire did not exist under Black Iron, and even ordinary people have at least the level above the white tier.

But in fact, this is a misunderstanding. The huge number of strong people in the empire is based on his equally large territory and population base. In fact, the number of geniuses in one hundred people is much higher than that of the Empire and Faanzan. Not on Wind Elf, it is no less than Aouine.

For Holy Cathedral, there are many existences on Black Iron and Silver, but they are often an important part of Temple Guardian and the church army. Above gold, at least one region’s high level Priest, waits for element. At least he is also in charge of Bishop.

For the average public, the priest or even the priest who presided over a church or district Holy Cathedral, in fact, is at best the strength of the Silver rank, and the average priest, from white tier to Black Iron. Have.

So for them, priest and priests are already high-end Cleric, but these people have limited mana, and in the case of alternatives, they rarely show ‘miracle’, so they are in pharmacy. Knowledge may sometimes be far more than their knowledge of religion.

As for the treatment of a district, it is even more difficult to talk about.

So because of this sentence, Scippamira’s position in the hearts of the people suddenly did not know how much higher, not to mention her appearance is originally a sub-item.

In the eyes of seven or eight people in the cellar, the Goddess general lady is already the savior in their minds.

“Adult, you take us out of here.”

“Yeah, adults, you must save your believers!”

People talked about it, but the big man on the side couldn’t help but sneer at it. These guys were still faithful to the secret society a moment ago, and now they are the most devout children of Mother Marsha, and it’s not too difficult. The conversion of faith in the heart.

It was the young secret priest wearing a black robe who also shrank back in silence. Brief remark.

Just kidding, he is just an ordinary priest. If the adult is found to be a pagan, a thunder of God, is he not dying?

Of course, about the magic of the thunder of God. Naturally, he also dreamed of it. So far, he has not started to formalize the Black Magic.

Bishop taught him a spell. It is said that as long as he meditates on the spell, he can hear the Lord’s inspiration, but he has never succeeded.

Scippamira heard the confusion and said quickly: “You are quiet, what happened?”