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20. It's my turn!
The young priest answered so bluntly that the originally lively scene fell into an awkward silence.
But soon, there was a burst of laughter.
The young priest flushed so red that he could not listen to the next comment. He rushed out of the crowd as if he were on the run for his life, and chose to abstain.
After people had laughed enough, the second interviewer appeared on the stage.
He looked tall, dark and strangely dressed, with jewelry of all kinds of bones on his hands and feet, a thick paint on his face and a few bright feathers on the top of his head.
This is a shaman?
As a special kind of clergy, these shamans from grasslands and deserts may not be common in other parts of the empire, but they can still be seen frequently in the city of innocence, thanks to the open religious atmosphere of the city of innocence and the complex composition of personnel, as long as they are not cults that endanger social security.
But the shaman who dares to appear in public like this is still relatively rare, making people wonder where his invitation letter came from.
The shaman briefly introduced himself in a well-spoken lingua franca, and then went to the dark room to pick a question.
And with regard to his bet game, it was quickly opened, and the odds were so excessive that the odds of the finalists were as high as 1-20.
However, no one dares to bet on him. Shaman, a non-mainstream profession, is difficult to be recognized by the mainstream society.
But Gallo was very interested in him. It was the first time he had met a shaman and wanted to find out.
After waiting for another 20 minutes, the shaman came out with a tray and confidently placed it in front of the three judges.
Gallo hurriedly closed his eyes to feel the fluctuation on the jewelry, which emitted a smell that he was not familiar with, very strange and very fresh.
With curiosity about new things, he forcibly wrote down the fluctuation and thought about it when he got back.
And the three judges are experts in this field, and they also know a lot about the methods of shamanism. after taking a closer look, the bishop from the Supreme God church said:
"Shamanism may be a little strange to everyone, but their research and attainments in the area of blessings are not bad, and they are also experts in this field, so I hope everyone will not look at them from a biased point of view."
He was not in a hurry to comment, but first popularized science to the guests present.
This makes others whisper, because the style of Supreme God Sect is perceived as conservative, difficult to accept and accommodate new things, and should in theory be very hostile to infidels like shamanism.
But now it is unusually nice to speak up for it, making people wonder if there is any dirty deal behind it.
The bishop did not mind what others thought, so he began a formal comment:
"the blessing of the other two items is only a regular choice, but this third question really brightens my eyes."
"this is a blessing for a ring bought by a middle-aged gentleman, and you chose Bloodlust?"
"although it is a weakened version, it can improve the endurance and impact of the guest in a short period of time, making him more excited and aggressive without losing his mind."
"It's really good, it's just right, it fits the needs of customers, and even I'm a little interested."
Other slightly older guests felt a little strange at first when they heard him say this, but after chewing it carefully, they smiled with sexual interest and asked whether the jewelry could be sold on the spot.
Even the female guests around them smiled thoughtfully, showing an expectant expression.
On the other hand, young female guests like Wintini, with a shy look on their faces, quickly bowed their heads, but the maiden bishop Mitherland was still sitting upright and unchanged.
Gallo watched from the sidelines, wondering why these people were interested in Bloodlust, which sounded barbaric, and it was a weakened version.
But it does look very popular.
When I get back, I will study this Bloodlust, carefully and see if I can learn it.
This is a weakened version of him. When I get an enhanced version, it must be more popular, right?
He thought to himself.
Soon, several judges finished commenting on the shaman's question and began to grade it. Bishop Mitherland still did not speak, but nodded, presumably to express the view that "it is OK" and "all right".
In the end, he got a seven-point rating, which is already a pretty good score. It seems that the shaman, a non-mainstream profession, does have a lot of research and attainments in the blessing of items.
This made everyone regret that they should have bet on him.
And this shaman was so satisfied with his performance that he said something in a tribal dialect that others could not understand:
"Thanks to our ancestors.!"
After the shaman, two more priests with ordinary style came on the stage, but their performance was mediocre, there was nothing to say, and they only got a five-point pass in the end.
This is basically tantamount to being eliminated.
And the fifth interviewer is Gallo.
He was eating and thinking in his mind, when he heard the servant call his name, he hastily put down the plate in hand, wiped his mouth, and walked to the crowd, first bowing humbly and greeting everyone, then introducing himself, saying
"Hello, everyone. I am the Reverend Gallo, who has been practicing for two and a half years. I come from the Miya sect. I like my goddess, reading and kittens."
Because of a bit of a sudden, he did not have time to carefully consider the words of self-introduction, he said casually.
With that, he hurried to the small dark room to avoid embarrassment.
Wintini, who looked at him silently, sighed softly and shook his head.
When Gallo picked out the question and walked into the dark room, the bet game about him soon came out.
In the end, the odds of being shortlisted are as high as 1-30, which is simply a bully.
However,no one is bet on it.
What is the pheasant sect of Miya? Has anyone heard of it?
Where did you get the invitation from? Who would be so blind to give him an invitation? You didn't steal it, did you?
If this kid can make the shortlist, I'll eat the table!
This is the idea in the minds of most of the guests, but because of their demeanor, they did not say it directly.
in the end only Wintini bet ten silver coins like a self-abnegation.
Since he was asked to come by me, let's just support him to the end.
She thought to herself.