"Young man, do you want to sign a contract with me and become a magical girl?" Suddenly a voice appeared in his mind, and the young boy, Will, trembled all over and almost screamed.

The voice in my mind reappeared: "Don't panic, young man! I am the great wisdom god Kaos Gothe, and I can help you resolve the crisis."

"Great God of Wisdom, what do I need to pay to get your help?" According to the book obtained from Professor Weiser, gods and devils are the same level or even the same type of existence, and they all have what they want.

Gods will not give grace easily, and devils will not provide help for free. Exchange of equal value is the code of conduct of the gods of justice or order, while greed and excessive greed are commonplace for evil devils.

The energetic voice burst into laughter, "Young man, sign a contract with me to become a magical girl to eradicate evil in the world and fight for a just tomorrow."

"Wait, I seem to have said something strange, please ignore it, let's start over. Young man, sign a contract with me to become the apostle of the great wisdom god Kaos Gothe, collect all the knowledge in the world for me, and explore the world

Fight for all the truth!”

"Don't I have to sacrifice my flesh and blood and my soul?" When the young man Weir heard that it was not a devil's contract, he immediately felt calmer. As long as it's not a devil, it's okay if it's not a devil.

"As long as you recite silently in your heart and obey the ancient contract, I, Will Declan, am willing to become the apostle of the great wisdom god Kaos Gothe and dedicate my life to the great truth." The voice in my mind still exists.

, although Weir wondered why he didn't use his own blood to sign the devil's parchment contract with strange patterns, he felt relieved again.

There was no bloody ceremony, indicating that this god was kind. He had stood in front of the door long enough, and there seemed to be more and more black light under the bed. He seemed to be able to feel the impatience of the temple knights, and he hurriedly felt in his heart.

Silently read: Following the ancient contract, I, Will Declan, am willing to become the apostle of the great wisdom god Kaos Gothe, and dedicate my life to the great truth.

Suddenly, the pendant talisman on his chest exuded a trace of heat, and he seemed to see a huge space. On the ground, there were mountains and rivers, lakes and seas, mountains and snow peaks, swamp forests, and a suspended island in the sky emitting dazzling light.

In the huge temple, the eyes of the statue whose face could not be seen clearly shone towards him with the light of wisdom.

"Young man, I have received your request. I, the great god of wisdom Kaos Gothe, grant you the status of the apostle of the god." The statue slowly raised its hand, and a ray of light shone into his mind and chest.

The pendant amulet seems to have changed slightly, and its shape has become a bit like a strange token, but it seems to have not changed much. Is it my imagination?

Will, who had just felt relieved, looked up and saw that the black light under the bed had not diminished at all. "Lord God, help me, your apostle Will is in a life-or-death crisis."

"Oh, that's it." Kaos Gothe, the god of wisdom, said in a lazy voice with a hint of ambiguity: "It's getting late, I really want to sleep. Let's wait until next time to talk about anything."

"No, great God of Wisdom, your devout apostle will soon be judged as a heretic by the Temple of the Dawn Goddess. I beg you to send down your divine grace to save your devout servant." Anyway, the contract has been signed, please flatter me.

As long as he can survive, Will still knows the priorities of things.

"The gift of the gods cannot be passed on lightly. I need you to collect three thousand books as a price to help you get through this crisis. Are you willing?" The voice of the gods is irresistible and majestic. Is there any good ink at this time?

Yes, survival is the first priority. Weir hurriedly nodded in agreement and swore a soul oath.

From an angle that no one else could see, a golden light flashed across Will's eyes. He ran to the bed in a few steps, bent over and crawled under the bed. The white and silver box disappeared without a trace, replaced by a book.

Gorgeous color picture album.

Well, I just sacrificed the white box to the great God of Wisdom, and the God of Wisdom gave me a legendary boy's favorite book: Playboy magazine.

The white-haired priest walked slowly in with a white ball of light in his hand. This was a young man's bedroom. It was more than 20 square meters, indicating that the family was in a good situation. The neat and clean environment must have benefited from the teachings of the Goddess of Dawn.

It only takes a simple walk around to find any abnormalities.

There was nothing unusual, except that the young man was a little nervous and hid a book behind his back. Although he knew it was not a big deal, the pastor was still very curious. What was it that this young man was the first to rush into the bedroom and take out from under the bed regardless of the obstruction?

"God said that we should be honest and frank, and our faith in God needs to be unwavering. Boy, God warned us that honest and brave children are more likely to be favored by God. Your eyes tell me, child, you need guidance, there is nothing wrong with you.

You cannot be forgiven after confessing your guilt."

The kind face of the white-haired priest looked more holy, and his pair of cloudy eyes seemed to be shining with a special light, and the divine induction technique was activated!

Weir had the illusion of facing Professor Weiser, as if lying to him was an unforgivable sin and hiding from him was a betrayal. Unknowingly, the colorful atlas had been turned gray by his praise.

in front of the pastor.

"Playboy 50th Anniversary Collector's Edition?! How is that possible!" Before the white-haired priest could see clearly what it was, the younger of the two temple knights behind him had already exclaimed.

"There are 30,000 copies published in the whole continent, and the Karst Kingdom has less than 1,000 copies. It is also a treasure book that is hard to find in the capital. How can you have it?" The young knight's eyes towards Weir suddenly changed. There was actually a trace of recognition.

and worship.

"Shut up, Wall, remember your identity. You are a noble temple knight, not an idle young man. You are on a mission now!" The older knight glared at him fiercely, but his eyes were the same.

I looked at the picture album with a trace of longing. I really wanted to collect it. This is a collector's edition with only 30,000 copies in the entire continent.

The white-haired priest looked at the picture album in Weir's hand, including the messy blonde, the half-covered dancer in gauze, and the muscular man with a bronze luster all over his body. He seemed to have made something wrong.

The magic has been activated, so don't waste it. The white-haired priest went straight to the topic: "Honest and brave boy, someone saw you taking a silver book box from Professor Weiser's bookstore. I don't know if it is true.

?”

"Yes, Professor Weiser allows me to take the book home to read, and it must be returned within a month." Will answered the old man's question very honestly.

"Then, our honest and brave good boy Will, can you tell me where the silver book box is now?" The white-haired pastor was persuasive.

Weir answered honestly: "I'm very sorry, Father, I don't know. I exchanged the white book box for this album. I don't know where the white book box is now."

The white-haired priest liked people to call him priest. As an ordinary person with poor qualifications, he shared his life with the goddess of the morning sun. He never got married and prayed day and night. Finally, he became a one-star priest at the age of fifty.

Mastered the true primary magic.

Unlike ordinary priests, he prefers others to call him priest. Only male priests who are extremely devout to the goddess and have never married can become a priest, and he is exactly such a priest, although he is at the bottom of the list of priests.

"Child, where did you give the white book box that does not belong to you to someone else? Who is that person? You must know that you must return it to Professor Weiser within a month." The white-haired pastor's voice was full of emotion.

Having lost his righteousness, Weir felt a little ashamed.

"In this house, I don't know who it is. I can't see his face, I can only hear his voice." What Weir said was true, but the listener had a completely different reaction.

"Are you late? The Book of Wisdom has been taken away by his accomplices." The white-haired priest was slightly disappointed. Professor Wetzel was not an ordinary wizard, but a preacher of the classical school. He held the classics in his hands.

The school's most precious advanced meditation methods and witchcraft, as well as the legendary book of wisdom.

"Child, you will feel ashamed of your behavior. You need to repent devoutly to the goddess, and the goddess will forgive your crimes." The priest drew a circle on his chest, which is a symbol of the rising sun, the goddess of morning.

"My friend, it's definitely not a loss to use the box of unknown purpose in exchange for the holy book "Playboy 50th Anniversary Collector's Edition" that we all long for!" Temple Knight Wall saw the white-haired priest finished his magic and ran away immediately

Came over.

"As a member of the same profession, can you please let me pay my respects to the holy relics? I am Wall, a one-star Templar. In the next few months, I will serve as the guard of Mildis Intermediate Academy and the teacher of swordsmanship instruction.
Chapter completed!