"Then I accept your generosity on behalf of the Goddess." Bishop Augsig wanted to refuse, but nodded when he heard Raphael's words. He didn't care if the temple was splendid, but the believers naturally had a yearning for a more ornate temple. So Bishop Augsg put Kinsol away.

Life at the temple was not easy, as can be seen by the two Templars outside the temple and several priests in the temple. The temple of Bartholomew had very little income, and the only property it had was enough to make ends meet. It was very difficult, and naturally there was no Kinsor to repair the temple, and Bishop Augsg was often annoyed by this situation, after all, the temple not only did not develop in his own hands, but became more and more defeated.

Raphael's Kinsol can be said to inject energy into the temple, and it would be good for the civilians to give a few copper soles at most. Simply because the temple is located, those injured mercenaries will come over for treatment, otherwise the temple will have a more difficult time.

"Bishop Augsig, I have something very serious to tell you!" Raphael approached Bishop Augsg and said in a low voice.

"Then come with me." Bishop Augsig nodded slightly, and then led Raphael left and right into a lit room, the room was not ornate ornaments, only a large bookshelf with many books, many books and a faint fluorescence, apparently books on magic, a few chairs, and a table. It's simple, but it's spotlessly clean and obviously cleaned up frequently.

"Sit down." Bishop Augsg sat at one end of the table and pointed to the chair opposite.

"Bishop Augsig, this matter is serious. My prophetic magic tells me that Bartholomew will be attacked by a dragon tomorrow! Raphael said in astonishment, of course Raphael would not be able to predict magic, but at this time he could not have told Bishop Augsg that this was what had happened, believe me. That would have been an idiot, and prophecy magic would have been able to help Raphael cover up, but he knew it wouldn't be that easy.

"Kid, but you shouldn't be able to access prophecy magic yet!" Bishop Augsig was not annoyed when he heard Raphael's words, and said with a smile.

"Bishop Augsig, I was afraid that you would not believe me. Well, I'll be honest. This is the vision of my dreams, but nine times out of ten the things in my dreams will happen! Raphael's expression was appropriately urgent, an expression of fear of disbelief.

"Dreams?" Bishop Augsig put away his smile when he heard this nonsense language, and his eyelids drooped in silence.

"Is this child a revelator or a revelation? However, these people have not been seen in the history of the temples for thousands of years. Bishop Augsg pondered, picked up the statue of the goddess on his chest, and prayed quietly.

Raphael didn't bother him, he knew that the key to this matter was Bishop Augsgo. No one will believe it if they say it lightly, but with the help of the power of the temple, some people will believe it. The word of God carries a lot of weight in this world. Even Bartholomew's lord would not ignore it.

"Kid, are you really sure?" The statue of the goddess on Bishop Augsgro's chest shone brightly, and Bishop Augsg asked solemnly.

"Yes, Bishop Augske! I'm sure! I am willing to swear by the glory of my family! Raphael's tone was tinged with anxiety, a tone of fear of not being believed.

"Well, the Goddess asked me to support you. I'll go to the Lord of England and tell me about it! Bishop Augsg picked up the scepter and left in a hurry.

Raphael knew that he didn't need to do anything about it. The rest depends on Bishop Augsgo's ability, after all, even if he goes, he can't speak, and the rest is waiting for the show to begin.

"Let's go, let's go back to the inn first." Raphael came to the carriage, where Jarvis and Dalena were already waiting.

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"Bishop Augsge, is there anything you can do?" In the city lord's mansion, a middle-aged man dressed in a gorgeous robe, with a majestic demeanor, looked like a middle-aged man in his forties and fifties looked at Bishop Augsgo with a calm face, the power of the Temple of the Goddess of Glory was not great in Bartholomew, but the people of the temple asked for a dialogue, and he could not easily refuse, especially since the other party was still a bishop.

"Well, you should know the three men who killed the lich." Bishop Augsg did not explain his intention at once, but asked rhetorically.

"Well, I didn't expect there to be undead under our city, but I heard that it's a lich, isn't that a bit of an exaggeration?" England nodded, but was clearly not convinced.

"No, it's the Lich's ribs." Bishop Augsg took out a bone from his sacrificial robe, which still exuded a faint breath of the dead, and handed it to England.

England Mu held it in his hand, and the battle qi in his body swirled into the ribs, and the ribs suddenly burst out with a stream of gray gas and rushed towards England.

"Humph!" England Mu's hand burst out with a deep blue battle qi and crushed it.

"A high-level undead indeed!" England agreed by placing his ribs on the table. "So Bishop Augsig, is this what you're here for?"

"Yes, not exactly." Bishop Augsg gave an ambiguous answer.

"How?" England had also heard of this squad through his squires, and it seemed to be a new team of mercenaries, and then it was very abrupt to complete the mission of the Shining Goddess, and it seemed that it became famous overnight. The fame of a powerful mercenary always spreads quickly, and this is usually an interesting story in the ears of the big guys.

"This morning, this young man came to me and told me that there would be a dragon attack on Bartholomew tomorrow morning!" Bishop Augsig said with a somewhat serious face.

"Aha, I'm sorry, Bishop Augsg. It's an interesting story. Bishop Augsger, did you come today to tell me a joke? When England heard this, he couldn't help but laugh out loud. Also dragons? This young man has a bad brain, right? It's such a fun guy.

"No, Lord Castle. Since I'm here, I just think his words are credible! Because the Goddess made me believe that these words seem ridiculous! And I suspect that this child is most likely the Revelator or Apocalypse of our temple texts! Bishop Augsg did not blame England for his gaffe, for he had listened to Raphael's words with such an attitude in the first place......