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There are many priests who possess light.

I too have seen a lot.

But this was my first time seeing such intense brilliance.

It’s so dazzling that I can’t see people…

“….”

The energy felt from the light was diverse.

I blurted out the words without realizing it.

It was pure admiration.

“Warm…and benevolent.”

This is not all.

“Solid like water rather than hard…”

There were countless fish swimming in the water.

It felt exactly like that.

I fell further and further into the light.

“Are you a protector?”

My forehead became numb.

My spiritual energy moved on its own and cleared out the light.

The moment my vision became clear, I was able to read the temperament of my soul.

Something like this is contained within the human soul…

There were traces of honing and polishing his soul over a long period of time.

My mouth opened of its own accord.

“…It’s an old castle wall.”

“….”

“The walls that should stay still keep moving around, causing problems…”

The walls do not move.

You just have to stay where you are.

That was the life this person had to live and the life he wanted to live.

“Still, I learned it well. The god I serve is very happy.”

“Huh…”

After this offense and defense, the mouth was closed again.

It seemed like there was nothing more to say.

The spirit I serve was also very impressed with this inspiration.

The reaction to the sudden death burst forth immediately.

It was a profound yet light tone.

“…Have you seen such a monster…”

monster···?

I even saw the new branch at first glance, but is it a monster?

What a monster to a good shaman.

“Hey, what is this guy doing?”

Old Man Paramon chuckled.

“…Do you even know how to laugh? As I live, I see you smiling.”

“Chris is a shaman.”

“….Shaman?”

“They say that with the power of God, the grudges of the dead can be relieved. It also brings happiness to the living.”

“By the power of God? Now, are you just saying this like that?”

It was a very excited voice.

And I know these reactions better than anyone else.

When you live as a shaman, the day comes when you accept God.

You may see it in a dream, or go to a mountain to pray and hear a voice like a thunderbolt.

Anyway, all shamans look like that when they welcome a god.

“I just saw traces of God in you. Please explain.”

“You are very accurate.”

What more is there to explain?

I saw it exactly as it was and there is nothing more to explain.

Because this old man probably knows something about it.

“Was what I just said the words of God?”

“That’s right.”

“Huh…do you know what you just did?”

What do you mean, I received an airlift?

The response was excessive for a new store.

The old man opened his mouth with a shocked expression on his face.

“What you just did was an oracle.”

Exclamations of admiration erupted from our friends.

It seems like they didn’t even think about it.

Even I had never thought of it this way.

“Huh…!”

“That’s what I heard!”

“Is that true after hearing it? These crazy people…”

For a priest, he has a rather rough mouth.

A tendency that is completely opposite to the perceived light.

I felt like he was probably trying to portray himself like that.

“What kind of…new store is the trust? New store!”

“It’s not a new store, it’s a trust!”

“Why are you yelling at the patient? It’s already so dazzling that I’m dying.”

“The guy with his eyes closed is so dazzling…”

After hearing you scream, I feel worse.

Already, I would die from pain due to the curse’s recoil.

The more I think about it, the more shameful it becomes…

I reached out for inspiration.

“Give me.”

“What do you mean?”

“Bokchae.”

If you’re old Paramon’s friend, you’re probably a casual person, and that means you have some money.

I feel bad for yelling at me, so it’s legal to get a little more for this.

It was only one word, but the offense was significant.

“5Silver. Pay 5 silver with Bokchae.”

“….What is bokchae?”

Old Man Paramon explained on behalf of me, who was sick.

“You get it in return for a new store.”

And it started.

A paroxysm of priestly inspiration.

“Get paid? A trust? Sell the trust for money?”

It was like he was completely foaming at the mouth.

You can’t see it in detail, but it seems like you can hear something bubbling.

Is this the sound of your stomach boiling?

“You should kill this guy!! Sell God’s will for money?”

Eventually, Gilgil began to run wild.

“We will straighten out the hierarchy of the denomination!!”

Was there an uproar for about five minutes?

The old priest sat down in his chair, looking a little calm.

“……”

“…..This is Klein. Your name is Chris, right?”

I will correct it.

It doesn’t seem to have calmed down yet.

Because he was staring at me like he was going to kill me.

“So, you can see ahead even when you close your eyes? Can you see the soul?”

“Yes.”

“Huh…Have I lived too long…Which god do you serve?”

“……”

“No way…”

Perhaps that is true.

You don’t know the god that the shaman worships.

Honestly, I’m a bit embarrassed by this too.

“Well…sometimes when I come down, I look like a grandfather or grandmother…”

“The only thing that comes from a person who receives a trust on his own is…”

Old Man Klein’s energy became haggard.

It feels like seeing someone who has half given up.

“Ilia, the god of the earth, is often depicted in that way.”

“Ilya?”

I don’t think this is God either.

Shamans can sense it instinctively.

Normally, you find out when you receive a divine message, but in my case, I was struck by lightning and was blown away.

“Are there any gods related to lightning?”

“No.”

As expected, it doesn’t seem to be there.

Even in my memory, there is no god related to him.

Why on earth is the Holy Spirit hiding his identity?

“I can see the soul, but both eyes are fine. Then it’s not Shinan…”

“Sinan?”

“These are the eyes that saints and saints are born with. Instead, the physical eyes cannot see forward.”

That’s too bad.

From what I’ve heard, it seems like it’s the same concept as spiritual eyesight, but you’re born blind.

I think the saint here is a shaman with poor performance.

“There was no oracle that a saint or a saint would appear…so what on earth are you?”

Old Klein asked me.

“Are there any aftereffects after receiving the trust?”

“…A little tired?”

“Originally, it is normal to lie down sick for a while. It makes no sense to receive a trust through one’s own power.”

Old Man Klein thought for a moment and then jumped up.

“I have to go to the church. As for the race, I’ll assign you my student.”

“…Yes?”

“I want to fix your eyes, but I see traces of God there too, so I think it would be better to just leave them alone.”

With these words, Old Man Klein left.

“….Hehe, my personality is not going anywhere.”

“Ramon, why are all your friends like that?”

“You are my friend too.”

I was ripped off due to my personality and recklessness.

“My 5 silver…”

Gulak and Klein.

The total amount of money to be received increased to 10 silver.

Money isn’t important.

I leaked my secret, but you left without paying anything.

People in the same industry are really like each other…

Now that I think about it, all the foreigners are from the same industry.

***

I also ate rice.

I also had a good rest.

To the point where I wonder if there has ever been such a comfortable day since I came here.

It would have been much more comfortable if there had been just one person.

“…Can you stop staring?”

Brown hair and brown eyes.

From clear eyes to a warm smile.

Only I hadn’t shaved my head, but there was a monk-like guy clinging to my side.

“Please speak comfortably.”

“Ha…yeah.”

This guy’s name was Hans.

So now I am with two Hans.

“I told you to stop looking at me?”

“Master told me to watch everything.”

This guy who came to me saying he was old Klein’s disciple didn’t say anything and just kept watching me.

If it were more than Irene’s, it would have been more. It was a look that was never lacking.

“And why do you have it?”

Hans was carefully holding the bottle containing Uncle Hans in his arms.

So much so that the saying ‘as if you were serving a sacred wine jar’ is a perfect fit.

“Ilia’s care does not discriminate.”

“…Okay. Do it yourself.”

It looked quite unbalanced.

He is dressed in pure white priestly clothing and holding a whiskey bottle with an amulet attached…

Let’s just say that’s the way he looks at me.

The biggest problem is this.

Mutter mutter.

Mutter mutter.

“Ha….”

At that moment, a brilliant light exploded from Hans’ hand.

Wow –

“Hey…it’s dazzling…”

“Holy magic light is not harmful to eyes. Rather, it has the effect of relaxing the eyes.”

Flash –

Flash –

“….”

He said he was going to cast a purification spell on the liquor bottle and kept repeating that action.

Thanks to you, I was still dazzled.

This damned spiritual eye does not disappear when you close it like an eye.

No matter how hard I tried to blur my senses, that light continued to penetrate me.

“Chris.”

“Why?”

“Can I also receive the trust?

“Not a trust, but a new store.”

“All words from God are oracles.”

“….”

According to common sense here, it is possible to give in to the trust, but Hans cannot see the new store.

“You can’t see fortunes.”

“Is there any other reason?”

“You are also in the same industry as me.”

“So the trust doesn’t come down?”

“No, your teacher ran away without paying.”

“….”

“Do you have 5 silver?”

“….”

Mutter mutter.

Flashing.

“Shouldn’t you give it to me instead?”

Flashing.

It’s clear that this bastard is ignoring my words with his teeth clenched.

“Give it to Uncle Hans. If you touch that wrong, you will be possessed by an evil spirit.”

“…I will take care of you.”

“5 Silver?”

Flashing.

“Hey.”

“….Ilia!!”

Flashing.