After leaving a start-up capital for Mr. "Basic", Snow left the East District and had to leave professional matters to professionals to handle. He was not good at managing gangsters and was not convenient to do it.

Next, he found a young man in his body condition as his spokesperson in the dock area and the factory area, and gave them the code names of "victory" and "glory" (after all, they are the working class), and like Mr. Basic, he taught them step by step to complete the ceremony of requesting gifts.

However, Snow gave these three people through the gift ceremony not only the basic knowledge of the ancient Hemis, the sacrificial dagger, the sacrifice ceremony, and some extraordinary power.

That's right, it's extraordinary power.

According to the words of the squid god in his previous life, Snow relied on the ritual knowledge brought by the secret prayer, explored the ability of the white horse and his own imagination, and created a simplified version of the "Talent Award" ceremony.

That is, by responding to the prayers of believers, you will give your own spirituality and a part of extraordinary power to the goal, so that the other party can use extraordinary powers like extraordinary people.

Of course, Snow, the thing he created with his brain, could not be as perfect as the Western Continent that had been developing for countless years. He just imitated the way of making talismans and recharged the talismans, and temporarily stored his spirituality in the prayer's body.

A believer is equivalent to using his spirituality to fight. He has to pray again after using it. And because the human body has limited the effect of spiritual storage, it will start to lose more than two days. Therefore, he basically has to ask for gifts again through prayer every day, which has a very good feeling of a dnd spell position.

As their spiritual bodies continue to withstand the spiritual erosion, the spiritual energy they can accommodate will increase, and the types of extraordinary abilities that can be obtained will also increase.

As Feng Xue said, this system has almost no risk of losing control, nor will it fall into madness, let alone worry about extraordinary materials and potion formulas. The only two things to do are meditation and prayer.

Prayer is to obtain the power given by "God", while meditation is to expand one's own capacity and allow one to accommodate more "God power".

Although it is not as good as the path of God, for those who are still at the bottom of society, it is better to talk to them about being God than to talk to them about being God.

As for whether these lower-class people will start to act recklessly after gaining strength, Snow is not worried at all. What they give them is not only extraordinary ability and his spirituality, but also the missionary of [whispering] skills. Under Snow's concept of "not pulling a hair, not taking a tiny bit" indoctrination, they will only get closer and closer to the neutral camp.

It can be said very responsibly that as long as Snow is not crazy for a day, there will never be anti-social elements in the entire organization who destroy the world for his own selfish desires.

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On the other side, Klein, who had been wandering outside the Daffodil Street for a long time, did not enter the familiar street after all. He looked at No. 2 Daffodil Street, which was still on, with some nostalgia. Klein turned around and walked towards the Tingen Railway Station.

Fortunately, he deposited all the compensation given by Miss Justice or the gold pounds left after purchasing the potion materials. Otherwise, he should consider whether to sell this outfit in exchange for a ticket to Beckland.

"It would be too dangerous to enter the Tarot in the car, so buy a ticket for the evening." When I arrived at the Tingen Railway Station and looked at the huge clock, Klein still had no pigeons to drop the Tarot Club today. After all, the Tarot Club is now. He ordered a 13p lunch in the cafe next to the station, and then found a cheap and convenient hotel, waiting for the arrival of 3 o'clock in the afternoon.

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"Good afternoon~Mr. Fool! Good afternoon~Mr. Demon! Good afternoon~Mr. Hanging Man! Good afternoon~Mr. Sun!"

As cheerful as ever, Snow felt much better after all morning.

He chuckled and nodded to Zhengyi, and then said hello in sequence with the preset name.

After everyone's greetings, Mr. Fool noticed that Miss Justice seemed to have something to say, and immediately nodded to signal her to start.

"Dear Mr. Fool, don't you know that your relatives received the compensation of the 350 pounds?" Miss Justice resisted the idea of ​​telling the matter of Zilingus immediately, and cared about the relatives of her own leader.

When Mr. Fool heard this, he smiled and said:

"I didn't pay attention to this matter, but since my servants did not ask for any additional help, they should have received it."

Although that's the case, Snow doubted that Mr. Fool was afraid that he would want to go to the bank to check the deposit every day?

By the way, Mr. A is back, and I don’t know if Ince Zangwell succeeded?

"I don't know if Mr. Fool is not dead, will the goddess find an excuse to transfer him to Beckland." Snow thought to himself, thinking that it would be better for him not to interfere in this matter. Speaking of the Lord of Mystery, I believe that the goddess is much more anxious than him. He should consider how to make his whole sex bigger and stronger so as to provide himself with enough anchor.

"This is so good!" Miss Justice obviously didn't understand how many times her leader had counted the cute little money over and over again. She turned her head and looked at the opposite side, "Mr. Hanging Man, things about Zillingers have progressed."

When the hanging man heard the news, he immediately stood up and threw his usual steady posture behind his head, asking with joy and nervousness:

"Where is he?"

"It's really like a love brain!" Snow murmured silently in his heart, listening to Miss Justice slowly telling the news that Forss sent to her. It was not until Mr. Fool allowed everyone to recite his honorific name at critical moments that Mr. Hanging Man told me very much about the news that he was about to buy a batch of Rossell's diary.

Seeing that no one could produce his diary, Snow said:

"Dear Mr. Fool, I also remember a page of Rossell's diary this time."

"Mr. Demon can provide a page of diary every time, and the notes seem to be similar. Did he really collect a lot of them? But he can only remember one page every time. Can't his potions improve his memory?" Audrey looked at Mr. Demon showing the notes, and said with no lack of black-hearted guesses. Thinking of Mr. Demon's admiration for his audience's ways, she couldn't help but want to laugh.

However, Klein, who can understand Chinese, did not doubt Snow's memory, because he knew very well that Snow submitted the original manuscript of a real time traveler, so the number of words is more and the content is more complicated. It is obviously more difficult for a person who does not understand Chinese characters to write the dense square characters clearly than remembering those things that are twitching and integrating into the writing habits of Ruhn.

But when you read it, it is indeed more comfortable to write like this!

Klein picked up the parchment handed over by Mr. Demon, and the feeling of intimacy disappeared suddenly-

"I worked as a mason all night and felt that my waist was about to break! How could the magician be so strong in his physique?"
Chapter completed!