For seven consecutive days, Shur was like being in hell. Of course, this could not be said, otherwise Shur would be worried about whether a meteorite would suddenly fall from the sky and change his head to a different shape. Because he spent these seven days completely in the Dark Moon Hall, and dared to imagine the Holy Hall as hell, the only one who greeted him was God's punishment. Well, this would definitely happen.

He was eating and living in the Holy Hall, of course, not as he said, but just cultivating. In fact, he was in contact with a steady stream of visitors every day, and he received more people in one day than in the past few decades of contact with the Dark Moon Hall.

Like before, the people who were receiving were still representatives of the churches. These people visited one after another as if they had made an appointment. The nine hundred and twenty-seven churches were a huge number, and each representative was a representative of the reception. No wonder it lasted for so long.

Moreover, there were many representatives who visited repeatedly, which made Shuer feel annoyed, but he couldn't blame those people because they also had their own reasons.

When Shur was cultivating, Lisa was always responsible for receiving the reception in the Holy Hall. Although the girl's response was well received, she was still too young after all, and she lacked experience in handling affairs. She was not like Angela of the Silver Moon Temple. She had the assistance of veteran priests. Therefore, the visit was just a simple greeting and then left, and rarely talked about substantive issues. It was not that these visitors looked down on Lisa and were unwilling to discuss with her. Even though they knew that the helper was not present, they still forced others to talk about substantive issues. That was bullying, so they could only do it again later.

Therefore, Shur spent the past seven days in various compliments and half-true promises. This time, the visitors could have experienced the terror of the battle priest of the Dark Moon Temple. Shur was not as simple as Lisa. He wanted to negotiate with him and was not ready to die.

As a result, the name of the gold-eating beast in the Rose Capital spread like wildfire. It used to be just spread on a small scale. But now, Shuer's reputation has expanded to the entire world. It can be said that wherever there are priests, the reputation of Shuer is spread, which is really... gratifying.

But today, Shuer did not meet the visitors as he used to, but sat alone in a lounge in the Holy Hall, frowned and stared at the table in front of him in a daze. Today, all the work was pushed to Lisa. In the words of the priest, well, you still need exercise, so here is left to you.

There was no furnishing on the table, only a piece of letter paper that looked very ordinary on the table, with beautiful words written in common language, which could even be said to be pleasing to the eye. However, when Shuer looked at the letter paper, hesitated as if he was looking at some dangerous object.

"Brother, those people are gone." Shuer was in a daze, and the door of the lounge suddenly opened. Lisa leaned into her head from outside, "Can I come in convenient for me?"

"Hmm? Of course it's OK." Xiuer was stunned, then laughed and waved, "If there is something I don't think you're suitable to know, then I will tell you in advance. Since I didn't say it, I just didn't plan to hide it from you."

"I saw that you just received that letter and locked yourself in the room." Lisa looked at Shul's expression, sure that he was not too serious, and then she felt relieved, "Is it this letter? What did you say? Is there any trouble with my brother's reaction so much?"

"It's not a problem, an invitation letter." Shur raised his chin toward the invitation letter and signaled Lisa to see it himself, "It's just that the sender is quite special."

"Special?" Lisa tilted her head, obviously unable to guess the identity of the sender, so she had to reach out to pick up the letter paper. However, before her hand touched the letter paper, the girl's expression became equally serious, because she suddenly discovered the special thing about the letter paper.

The crystal energy lamp in the lounge was not lit, shrouded in the darkness. The two of them could see the furnishings around them all rely on the extraordinary perception of the warriors. Logically speaking, even in their field of vision, the letter paper should be just a white outline, and the specific image was difficult to see clearly. However, at this time Lisa found that the letter paper was very clear in her eyes, and even the creases on the edges and the patterns on the paper could be clearly seen.

The poster itself did not shine, and the visual effects of other things in the room were normal, but this piece of paper was so special, just like the poster was not seen with the eyes, but was directly displayed in one's consciousness.

"The sender is indeed very special." Lisa was stunned for a moment, and she had already guessed something in her heart. She shook her head and said nothing, but she just held the letter in front of her. Well, she was indeed very beautiful, but Lisa found that she couldn't understand at all, and she couldn't even understand a word in the letter. It was certain that it was definitely written in a common language, but Lisa just couldn't understand the text above.

"For brother?" The girl reluctantly put the letter back on the table and sat down beside Shuer, "Is this an invitation from which god?"

Yes, Lisa could guess that only gods could do such things.

It is not a letter paper at all, but the manifestation of the will of the gods in the mortal world, and the perception of divine power by people in the mortal world, so it is not captured by vision at all. Mortals feel that they see it, but in fact they are just self-deception brought about by the habit of capturing information with vision. In fact, even if they are blind people facing the invitation, they can still clearly "see" the existence of the invitation, which is without reason, but this is the will of the gods.

Since the letter paper is not a real mortal object, the words on it are naturally not real words. There is no doubt that it is actually a projection of the will of the gods, which is just to present the things to be expressed in the form of words before the mortals. Since it is a projection of the will of the gods, they will naturally choose the goals they want to convey. Only specific goals are qualified to read and understand the meaning of it. Even if others read it, it is useless, and they can only see a piece of incomprehensible words.

"Well, give it to me." Shure nodded, "invite me to a meeting, well, very important."

"That's a written invitation, it's very formal." Lisa's eyes lit up. It's almost unimaginable for mortals to get a written invitation from the gods. Even the apostle of the gods may not have encountered such an opportunity in her life. "Which god invited her brother, Lord Wendy? Or Lord Annika?"

"None are." Shuer's mouth twitched, and the expression on his face could not tell whether it was joy or sorrow. "The invitation is...the temple of the gods."

"Oh, is it...ha?" the girl turned her neck towards her brother little by little like a mechanical one, and asked with a dull look, "Who is it?"
Chapter completed!