Capítulo 316: Natural Fighter Hoodlum's Post

In front of a puddle filled with mud, a bald Grand Priest held an exercise book with one hand and clasped his chest with the other while he prayed silently.

In front of the Grand Priest was a nervous Elf who was writing mathematical formulas on the ground.

Lancelot knew that a lot of people were addicted to learning and that they believed in the Sacred Light. However, he hadn't seen any Elves that believed in the Sacred Light. Did the Elves not have many gods?

The Elf muttered to himself before standing up, seeming determined.

The bald Grand Priest gave his blessings to the puddle, which shimmered with light. He said, "May the Lord bless you."

He grasped the Elf's head and pushed it into the puddle. After three minutes, the Elf collapsed to the ground, no longer breathing.

"It's a pity. He didn't pass the Lord's examination. His belief wasn't firm enough."

The bald Grand Priest shook his head and spoke with sympathy.