Young Master Stick

  This is a morning filled with sacred atmosphere everywhere.

  The holy temple of the imperial capital is filled with a pure and refreshing atmosphere everywhere.

  Dufan Green stood on the high altar, his hands clasped together in front of his chest, in a praying posture, with a holy smile on his face.

  He gazed down at the priest and nun kneeling in front of him, his mouth subconsciously muttering the contents of the "Sacred Scripture" in front of him, but the corners of his eyes kept twitching, while the saliva at the corner of his mouth... dripped... dripped...

  To be honest, Du Fan was not the first time he did this kind of thing. Every time he stood on the holy altar and prayed, he couldn't help but admire the owner of the statue behind him - the object of worship for the followers of the Roland continent - the God of Light.

  From the altar's perspective, the originally loose habits of the nuns kneeling below appear even looser. Whoever designed these habits didn't consider how they would look from this angle - the view inside the "V" neckline is completely exposed... and most importantly, the world hasn't invented bras yet...

  Du Fan absolutely can believe that when the first Pope established this sacred court, he found someone to design this robe and this holy altar. It was calculated from a precise angle, otherwise how could the priest standing on the high platform satisfy his eyes?

  Corruption, corruption, debauchery, debauchery...

  On one hand, he was thinking solemnly in his heart, on the other hand, looking at those nuns with holy and radiant smiles, Du Fan couldn't help but sigh that this thing called "temptation" is always so avant-garde no matter which world it is. It seems that choosing to be a priest back then was indeed a very correct decision, otherwise, where would he have the chance to stand here every day, openly gazing... or rather, should say "openly viewing"...

  Finally, a lengthy and tedious eulogy has come to an end.

  Du Fan reluctantly withdrew his focused gaze, then subtly wiped away the saliva from the corner of his mouth with a traceless gesture. He closed the "Sacred Scripture" in front of him and said softly, "Today's prayer will stop here for now. May the God of Light bless you..."

  "May the God of Light bless..."

  The priests and nuns below clasped their hands together in prayer, then slowly stood up. The nun standing at the front, estimated to be a young lady from a noble family, had developed extremely well despite her young age. Her slow movements as she stood up made Du Fan's eyes shine brightly...

  What a lack of heavenly justice! What a lack of heavenly justice! What on earth did this little girl eat to grow up like that?! It's dazzling to watch!

  Compared to the maids at home who always look like I owe them 300 taels of gold, this is simply unreasonable... Why do all the maids in my house look so malnourished?

  Dufan, wearing a priest's veil, was secretly cursing in his heart, but when he saw the little girl with an unreasonably good figure stand up, he still had to change his lecherous gaze into a pure and innocent expression like a small white vegetable. Then, he took a deep breath, put down the "Sacred Scripture" in his hand, and slowly walked out of the sacred hall under the devout eyes of the followers below.

  Divided by a white cloth, the outside is a place of prayer for commoners and nobles, while inside, it is a secret place that only clergy and nuns of the Holy See can enter.

  After walking in, Du Fan looked around and found that there was no one else, so he slumped down on the chair beside him like a deflated balloon, muttering to himself: "Being a god is really stressful, being a god who is admired by millions of people is even more stressful. If it weren't for this body, I wouldn't have come to this place that deceives people."

  As he spoke, Du Fan couldn't help but let out a sigh.

  In Du Fan's heart, there was actually a great secret: he, Du Fan, wasn't a person from this world, or rather, his soul wasn't from this world. He came from a place called Earth. As for why he ended up in this place, even he couldn't understand it himself. However, one thing was clear to him - he had stepped onto the tide of the times and stood on the shoulders of giants, magnificently crossing over.

  As he grew older, Du Fan also had some vague concepts about this world.

  The mainland is called Roland Continent, this is a fantasy world, magic and aura are the main theme of this world.

  Those who cultivate Dou Qi and magic are not many, but these people undoubtedly stand in the circle of high society.

  On this Roland continent, the prosperity of a family and the rise of a kingdom are not determined by how large your territory is or how ancient your heritage is, but by your actual strength!

  No matter whether it's magic or internal energy, no matter whether you're a swordsman or an archer, as long as you have the ability, then you can get the corresponding status and wealth.

  Of course, whether it's magic or aura, neither can be cultivated by just anyone. For example, to cultivate magic, one needs to possess a higher sense of perception and excellent mental power than ordinary people. As for cultivating aura, the cultivator's physical quality must be extremely high, and they also need a certain level of understanding ability - you absolutely cannot expect an idiot or a fool to cultivate aura, after all, if you can't understand something, then it's fundamentally impossible to cultivate it.

  Du Fan's luck in this life was indeed extremely good, he was born into a large aristocratic family in the Gavin Empire, as the third young master of the family, he had never suffered from anything since childhood, compared to his previous 9-to-5 life, it was unknown how many times better.

  Dufan originally thought that he could muddle through his life like this, but when he was ten years old, he realized that he couldn't continue to do so.

  As the orthodox heir of the Green family, although there were two older brothers above Dufan's head, he still underwent various tests in accordance with the tradition of the Roland continent when he was ten years old.

  It has to be said that Du Fan's background is quite good, but his talent is really a bit disappointing.

  For example, take the body. Although Du Fan's physique is not weak, he can't cultivate Dou Qi for some reason. Whether it was Duke Green who personally tested him or several famous people from the empire, everyone concluded that Young Master Du Fan's body had nothing unusual about it. If things were normal, he should be able to cultivate a Dou Qi.

  But for some reason, every time he cultivated, he couldn't sense the various elements between heaven and earth.

  To know, whether it's magic or internal energy cultivation, both are about guiding and utilizing the external elements.

  Then there is magic.

  At the beginning of the test, a magician who was finally invited confirmed Du Fan's qualifications - his spiritual power was a rare genius.

  As for this point, Du Fan believed that after two lifetimes as a human, his spiritual strength was undoubtedly stronger than ordinary people.

  But when testing his sensitivity, the magician who was originally smiling changed his face and told Duke Green after a long time: "Your son is a rare genius, but unfortunately, due to physical reasons, he can't practice magic. My personal suggestion is to let him go into politics."

  Duke Green was slightly disappointed, but talent is something that can't be forced. Moreover, Dufan was only the third son of the Green family, with two older brothers - George and Allen - above him. The family wasn't worried about not having an heir, nor were they afraid that having a useless son would bring down the family. So Duke Green seemed rather nonchalant. In the end, he thought that having a son in politics wouldn't be bad either, as it would add another weight to the family's struggle against their political enemies in the Gavin Empire.

  So on that day, Duke Green asked Du Fan: Are you willing to learn from Wen and enter politics?

  Du Fan thought for a moment, then shook his head like a rattle drum. To be sure, although he had been a human being in two lifetimes, politics was something he had never come into contact with.

  But even so, after watching so many melodramatic TV dramas, he clearly understood that politics is not a game anyone can play; it's a knife that kills without spilling blood.

  Although Du Fan couldn't cultivate Qi or magic, he still had some self-awareness. He knew that this kind of thing absolutely couldn't be done. Without having extraordinary abilities himself, even if his family was very powerful, getting involved in politics would make it very likely for him to be completely destroyed by others.

  However, the people of Green House cannot idle all day long.

  Fortunately, in this world, apart from imperial power, divine authority is also a very remarkable thing.

  Du Fan, after much consideration, chose a path filled with piety and sanctity. Although it was unprecedented in the history of the Green family for a cleric to do such a thing, people in this world still believed in the gods. Therefore, Old Duke Green did not refuse Du Fan's request but instead used some small means to send him to the Sacred Court of the Imperial Capital, where he became a white-robed cleric six years later today.

  However, the position of a White Robe Cleric in the Sacred Court is neither high nor low. If it were in a small town in the countryside, a White Robe Cleric would be a powerful figure in the Sacred Court, but in a big place like the Imperial Capital, they are actually quite awkwardly positioned. Otherwise, with Dufan's status, he wouldn't have to come to the Holy Hall every morning to pray for blessings for the faithful.