All, automatic, prayer, machine?

Every word seems understandable, but when combined, the sacrificial was a bit confused, hard to comprehend—no, bro, what the heck are you doing?

But seeing Ji Jue's extremely serious expression, his brows furrowed to the point where his facial features almost twisted.

It's not that he couldn't understand it, but rather, he simply couldn't believe it.

What exactly do you all want to do!

"It... it..."

"As the name implies, it is exactly as you understand it."

Ji Jue smiled, spreading his hands: "As long as you wear it, it can help you pray automatically, without needing to focus on meditation, nor waste time. Even when eating, drinking, or going to the restroom, it operates continuously.

Of course, as alchemy equipment, it does consume a bit of spiritual essence, so wearing it for extended periods might make you feel tired, but at most, a night's sleep can replenish it, and you can even wear it while sleeping.

So, twenty-four hours a day, thirty days a month, twelve months a year, every second, every moment, you are essentially praying."

Indifferently, the sacrificial scoffed: "Ha, why would I—"

"It must be very troubling, right?"

Before he could finish, Ji Jue interrupted his words, straightforwardly saying: "A big figure like you, who handles countless affairs for the church all by yourself, serving the church wholeheartedly, guiding believers, even time for yourself is few and far between, working tirelessly around the clock, where would you find so much time to pray?"

The Main Priest's expression froze.

About to speak but stopped.

If even the penniless believers are barely coping, for someone of his stature, indulging in numerous luxurious enjoyments and a good life, even forty-eight hours a day are not enough to enjoy... In comparison, the long, monotonous, full-concentration requiring prayer time becomes particularly torturous, yet it cannot be avoided.

Not only that, to show their piety and sacrifice, the priests have to invest even more time in it, even going to the lengths of assisting with whippings, fasting, and numerous harsh ascetic practices, just to stand out among peers, racking their brains to achieve something, and what's more, to enjoy longer in Paradise, they have to put in more effort.

Although hard work doesn't kill, it becomes increasingly scarce...

No way, this track is too competitive, the early bishops and Saints have collected taxes for eight hundred years to come. Everyone rolls themselves, rolls the Holy Hall, rolls the Holy Hall rolls the believers, rolls the believers roll the diocese...

Rolling, has no end!

Even in Heaven, it's the same.

For a moment, the Main Priest swallowed, stiffly lowered his head, looked at the Holy Seal on the table, his eyes slightly moving—if, if this thing is real, then, the faith that the followers of this Holy Hall could contribute, wouldn't it mean that...

But!

The key lies in the maker of this thing!

No matter how hard he thinks, he just can't figure out what exactly the rebel camp is doing!

His expression suddenly collapsed, sternly gloomy, firmly staring at Ji Jue, questioning word by word: "What... exactly are your schemes..."

"It's of course to show sincerity."

Ji Jue decisively replied, his smile becoming more enthusiastic and harmless: "And, isn't it to provide you with more value?"

Moreover, wouldn't you really think, someone would be stupid enough to walk blindly into a dead end?"

For a moment, the Main Priest was stunned.

Suspicious.

Questioning his own ears.

Then, he saw Ji Jue leaning back on a couch, stretching lazily, holding a wine glass to savor the fine wine, and picking up a hookah, inhaling deeply, squinting to savor its fragrance, exhaling a stream of smoke.

In the curling smoke, the mask of the heroic Warrior unveiled, revealing a frivolous and dark true nature: "I don't need to say more, surely, you are aware of it... this damn camp just doesn't look sustainable."

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The Main Priest scratched his ear incredulously: Dude, what the heck are you talking about?

"Aren't you guys claiming to be rebellious Warriors, heretical heroes?!"

"Those are just things to tell the cannon fodder below, just listen and that's enough, you have become the Main Priest, surely you don't still believe in those ghost stories, right?"

Ji Jue scoffed, exhaling another puff of smoke: "Truly, back in the day, we thought this was a good business, but the profits are getting less and less, the livestock getting thinner, life getting harder. Why not change the way of thinking, seek a way out?"

In this world, what path is more grand than that of the church? Paradise, we have long admired that, Main Priest."

His smile turned deep: "We too can be devout, don't you think?"

"Ha, hahaha, hahahahaha!!"

The Main Priest could no longer restrain himself, laughing, rocking back and forth, almost shedding tears: "Unexpectedly, truly unexpectedly, I thought your camp was still the same old stubborn heads, didn't expect, there are those so adept at change, masters of circumstantial belief."

"Naturally, a wise person chooses the right tree, those who know the times are the brilliant ones."

Ji Jue tapped the Holy Seal on the table with his hookah, grinning: "I think these gifts will surely change the Main Priest's perception of us. After all, the tasks inconvenient for the Main Priest and church to handle, those heretical ones in the camp with no lord or father can do skillfully… After all, doomed to the Border Prison anyway, why not create a bit more value?"

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