At this moment, spiritual consciousness and reality had a strong sense of overlapping and intertwining.

Bishop Dolf is giving his first bud to Karen.

This is indeed a selfless gift, but only this root can grow from the same piece of land, and it may not survive.

This was Bishop Dolf's revenge. His thoughts changed in a short time, because he felt that it might not be possible to really stop the progress of this outstanding young man in front of him just by intimidation and leaving a shadow of faith;

Therefore, he adopted an opposite method, that is, proactively giving away gifts, which was like "cultivating seedlings to encourage growth" long in advance.

This can significantly improve Karen's strength and realm in a short period of time, but his future development ceiling will only be below that of Dolfo.

It is much more difficult to condense one's own bud, and even if it is condensed, it will not grow better than the current one, it will only grow lower and weaker than it.

For crops, if too much fertilizer is applied, they will become "tired" to death.

Bishop Dolfo just regards himself as the fertilizer, and wants to forcefully "suck" Karen's future to death.

Even Karen had to admit that the old man's revengeful mentality and thoughts of revenge were really innovative, and he was indeed surprised.

At the gap at the edge of the basement hall, the pendant began to vibrate slightly.

Bishop Dolf on the chair said: "Also, let me tell you one more thing. Bourne is not a good person. You should have heard something about him, right?

So, how can you think that he has given you a benefit?

Haha, I even think that he has already guessed that I will have such a change, and he is smarter than me, much smarter."

"Are you saying that Bishop Bourne is harming me?" Karen asked.

"No, he is not harming you. Maybe in his opinion, the improvement in strength and realm you have received from me is a visible benefit. People like him like the feeling of holding benefits in their hands.

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As for your future, the extent to which your talent can be realized is not within his scope of consideration because it cannot be measured specifically.

Of course, if you want to hate someone in the future, you can hate him.

remember,

It was he who asked me to kill your future."

Karen nodded and said, "I understand."

…

Above, in the study.

Bishop Bourne was sitting behind his desk practicing with his eyes closed. His fingertips tapped lightly on the table. The crisp sound of the pendant rang in his ears, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"It's really not easy to get something out of the hands of an old guy like you."

He slowly opened his eyes:

"I have seen too many geniuses, and most of them have a hard time growing up and then perish. Therefore, I never like to be too immersed in fantasizing about the future. I just like to stare at the road under my feet.

The number of elders in the temple is enough.

Karen, if you find that your future has been shackled and you cannot improve your realm, you can come to me and concentrate on your work.

My goal is not just to be a Palmyres Cult, I want to tie more churches to the chariot of order.

I hope you can come and help me.

Well, don’t hate me, haha.”

After sighing,

Bishop Bourne closed his eyes again.

…

The first buds continue to grow on Karen's body, and the roots are quickly diving down.

Gradually, Karen began to retreat. To be precise, the surrounding environment should be moving forward, making him appear to be retreating.

But Bishop Dolf, with the chair under him, followed closely.

"Are you escaping?" Bishop Dolf said with a smile, "I can sense that you are escaping, you are afraid, and you are getting rid of it. It seems that you have a lot of confidence in yourself."

Karen didn't speak, just stared at Dolf on the chair in front of him. His image continued to decline.

"Are you feeling flustered, angry, and desperate? Doesn't it feel uncomfortable to have your future strangled in this way?"

Karen still didn't speak.

Gradually, in the space of consciousness, roots appeared all around.

"Your soul is really tough, and your savings are really rich. Your talents really make me envious. When I was young, I was not as good as you, far worse.

Haha, but the more this happens, the more excited I am.

Because this proves that my approach is correct. What I give you is a blessing, but you can reap the real pleasure of revenge, hahahaha."

Those rhizomes have covered nearly 80% of Karen's consciousness space, and they have begun to exude the power of order, treating this place as their new place of growth.

Karen raised her neck and gasped for air.

"Are you restraining? What are you restraining? It's useless, really, it's useless. It's better to let go of everything and accept the gift I give you. At least at this time, you are... very... happy...

…Isn’t it…”

The face of Bishop Dolf on the chair is gradually getting older. The continuous destruction of him by the Punishment Gun and his active infusion of power into Karen's body has accelerated his demise.

Finally, when his body and soul fell into a malaise that Karen felt he could control, Karen let out a long sigh of relief. He seemed to be doing breath-holding training before.

"hehe."

Karen smiled.

"You're laughing...what..."

"I'm laughing at you."

"Laughing at me...are you?"

"Well, you said I was restraining and escaping just now, but that's not true. I was just hiding."

"Hide...what?"

"I'm afraid you'll see some things prematurely, because at the beginning, you were able to pass the message out, including to Bishop Bourne; now, you are so weak that you can no longer pass on the message, even to Bishop Bourne.

I can completely control you.

So, I just endured it really hard, I have to hide some things first so that you don't notice.

Didn't you say that you want to use your blessing to strangle my future?

Can.

But the premise is that your blessing must be big enough, otherwise, you may not be able to pinch it. Even if I agree, it will be useless. It depends on whether they agree."

As soon as he finished speaking, the newly grown roots began to wither and wither rapidly. Bishop Dolf's blessing to Karen was completely pushed away by a tyrannical force at this moment, as if there was an outsider.

He broke into his own home and was driven away by the original owner in the most forceful manner.

"I'm tired after standing for so long. Now, it's time for me to sit down."

Karen fell backwards, and a chair appeared for him to sit down.

At the same time, the figure of Dis, wearing the robe of the temple elder, appeared behind Karen.

Bishop Dolf's eyes widened immediately: "God...temple...elder..."

Karen's next words gave Dolfo a heavier and more desperate blow:
Chapter completed!