How do you smell this...

Charles didn't leave any smell on him.

Ken sniffed it himself and found that he only had a faint scent of flowers.

Unable to figure it out, he turned to look at the drunk man, his eyes becoming serious.

The clothes he wore were in tatters and had many wet marks on them.

Many empty wine bottles were thrown carelessly in the house behind him.

He's a real drunkard.

And he is a priest.

Looking at the muscles exposed in the rags and the strength to walk freely even though he is half drunk, he has surpassed Charles as a Paladin and reached an epic level!

An epic priest who prefers physical combat?

Priests with such a style are indeed rare.

Priests can marry, have children, and drink alcohol, and there are no restrictions like paladins.

But they also tend to keep themselves awake and not let themselves be blinded by alcohol.

Moreover, although priests also like to slay demons with the body, they rarely specialize in the body. After all, it is difficult for a body of the same level to surpass the perversion of the Paladin.

The divine magic of the Holy Light is what the priests specialize in.

The priest in front of him was not only half-drunk and delirious, he was also specialized in physical exercise.

The Mother Goddess chose him, which shows that he is absolutely sincere in maintaining order.

Ken could only be sure that this was a man with a story.

He made a fist with his right hand and put it on his heart, performed basic etiquette, and then politely said to the drunk priest:

"Hello, I am Ken Servais. I am indeed Addison's friend. He asked me to come here to join the Restoration City Mutual Aid Association."

"That's right... huh?" The man burped, and he habitually took the wine into his arms, but it was empty. He shook his head, and a holy light lit up in his hand, and he

Shine into it.

He regained consciousness quickly.

He smelled Ken again, looked at Ken's face carefully, and said with certainty:

"Charles said that a handsome warlock deceived Captain Mansfield's niece. I didn't believe it at first. After all, the Flower of the High Mountain rarely interacted with others..."

He coughed twice and said seriously: "Well, seeing you like this, you are a little more handsome than I was when I was young, I finally believe it."

"..." The corner of Ken's mouth twitched, and he looked at the sober-up man in front of him without saying anything.

Why are you less reliable than when you are drunk?

The man in front of me was a priest by profession, and he remained at the peak of his powers until his death.

The appearance will not age either.

Although I don’t know how old the person in front of me actually is.

But his appearance is that of a man in his prime.

Are there narcissistic people among the clergy?

However, Ken opened his mouth to explain: "Kailyn and I grew up together, which may be different from what you think..."

"Hey, young man, this is your fault!" The cleric became as interested as the matchmaker and said:

"Miss Mansfield is a famous beauty in our temple. Her uncle is Prince Mansfield, the war machine. Her pursuers can line up from the World Tree to Watching Cliff...

"

Ken listened for a while and finally interrupted:

"My relationship with Kailin is another matter. I came here this time to join the Restoration City Mutual Aid Association."

As he spoke, he lifted up the package he was carrying, which contained various documents that Charles had given him.

The cleric seemed to have just remembered the business, and patted his face: "Oh, I almost forgot the business, you joined the Reform City Mutual Aid Association..."

He turned around and ran back to the dilapidated wooden house. The sound of smashed wine bottles could be heard in the wooden house. After a while, he walked out again wearing ordinary divine robes and holding two small packages.

He threw the package to Ken, who reached out to catch it.

The cleric looked completely serious this time, but with his performance just now, Ken could not associate him with seriousness.

The cleric said: "My name is Robin Alvin, but you don't need to remember this name. Just call me Old Drunkard. Everyone calls me that."

The old drunkard took out the documents from the schoolbag that Ken brought, read them briefly, and then received them in his hands: "You warlocks must be more precise in doing this kind of thing. I believe you have already taken care of it. You can read this bag."

Look, this is your ID. You can use this ID to represent your official identity... Anyway, that's what they said at the time."

Ken opened the bag.

Inside is a small certificate.

There is also a small notebook with the "Mutual Aid Association Identification Form" written on it, which contains the various families and temples of Restoration City, as well as the seal of the president of the Restoration City Mutual Aid Association.

"Oh, just read that book. This kind of thing is a custom left over from that time." The old drunkard said nonchalantly: "In the past, the Mutual Aid Association in Restoration City was very strictly managed, and the nobles of the three kingdoms also spared no effort to it.

They are responsible, but after that generation died, they took care of these things, and stamping them was just a process.

The key is the other package in your hand, which is a specially blessed network of contacts."

Ken opened another package.

It was an item that looked like a smartphone.

A blessed network of connections…is a blessed network.

This means that the clergy must bless this network channel with holy light every day to ensure its safety.

This kind of thing is actually used for organizations like the Restoration City Mutual Aid Association.

"Are you surprised?" The old drunkard said, anticipating Ken's thoughts: "You should know the origin of our mutual aid association. This is one of the compensations given by the Temple to those heroes. After all, although the Temple prevented the disaster, it also

I made a lot of mistakes...

The web channel of the Restoration City Mutual Aid Association is one of the compensations. My duty here is to bless the web channel center for a period of time, so you can use it with confidence."

A webway blessed by the hands of epic priests.

It can indeed shield and eliminate the pollution of those evil gods.

No wonder the requirements for joining the Restoration City Mutual Aid Association are very strict. Every time there is an additional member of this kind of network, there will be more pressure.

No wonder Charles said that you can connect with other people, this is indeed a good thing.

The old drunkard stretched out his hand with a smile and said:

"This is the relevant process. I welcome you to join as the third generation president of the Restoration City Mutual Aid Association. Mr. Servais, you can just come up with a nickname and join the network later."

"Excuse me, Mr. President." Ken held his hand.

The two held hands together, and the old drunkard said nonchalantly:

"Just call me an old drunkard, or an alcoholic. The organization of this organization is actually quite weak. I think we get along quite well. You can call me whatever you want. Why don't we drink together and talk about Man..."

He noticed a strong figure passing by not far away, stopped talking, touched his beard, suddenly remembered something, looked at Ken seriously and said: "By the way, Warlock, there is something I want to remind you.
Chapter completed!