"Don't you have a secondary profession?" Blue Lake Guang supported his hands at the village chief's desk, his expression looking a little helpless.

The saint spread his hands, "I can't do anything, it's not something I have the final say."

"This game is really good, but it is indeed a troublesome thing to not open up your life profession for a long time." Blue Lake Light simply found a chair and sat down, then leaned on the back of the chair to exclaim his soul.

"Huhu." The saint covered his lips and smiled, "Dare to ask, what do you want to do if you really have a career in life?"

The long-haired young man named Blue Lake Light smiled and pointed his hand above, looking forward to his longing.

"Oh, is this to...be a house mechanic?" the saint joked.

"Ha?" Blue Lake Guang looked at the Saint in disbelief, wondering why she gave such an answer.

"Look at you, aren't you referring to the ceiling? Since you are pointing to the ceiling, you must want to repair the ceiling." The saint said with a smile.

"No!" said Blue Lake in a magnificent light, "I point to the sky!"

"Sky, do you still want to go to heaven?" The saint smiled and threw out the second joke.

"That's right!" But Blue Lake Light was unexpectedly serious. He stood up from the chair, put his hands on his hips, as if he had already obtained a secondary career. "I want to be a designer, and then I want to build an airplane in this game!"

"Then I wish you good luck first." The corner of the saint's mouth hung a curve, "I'm looking forward to getting on the plane you built, don't let me wait for that day."

"That's a must! I must let those ordinary people know how powerful I am!" The blue lake yelled towards the sky, then jumped off the chair and strode out of the village chief's office.

Seeing that Bilan was walking away in anger, the saint slowly walked to the place where he had just sat, and then wiped the traces of his standing with a rag.

"When you know the saying of public morality, those ordinary people will naturally respect you." The saint shook his head slightly, feeling a little emotional.

As she bent down, a shadow covered her.

The curious saint raised her head and saw the glow hourglass standing beside her.

"Oh? I remember I've just given you a brush." ​​The saint looked at him and said, "Why are you here if you don't draw pictures at home at this time?"

"I just sent Cranberries back, and I heard a loud noise on the way, so I came over to take a look. As soon as I came in, I saw the blue lake light, so I hid on the side." Glow hourglass said. He never lie except to Cranberries.

Glow Hourglass also attaches great importance to the view of secondary professions.

He even wished he could get a secondary career quickly, so that he could smoke in the game instead of holding a branch.

However, he also understood that such things are generally hard to come by, so he did not like the player just now, but still maintained his calmness and reserve.

After all, he is such a person himself.

"So if you come to me, there is nothing else?" The Saint seemed a little disappointed.

"It's probably gone." Glow Sha nodded, "Just think I came to your office specifically and then greeted you. Will you be happier if you do this?"

"Oh." The saint sighed, "You are. If you don't have this game, I think you are more suitable for being a writer, staying at home and typing every day, and then going out to buy groceries when you have time, and living a life like a dead house."

"I don't like this." Glow hourglass waved his hand.

"Oh by the way." The saint seemed to remember something, "I ask you to draw the talisman for me, have you drawn it for me?"

The glow hourglass then slapped his forehead suddenly, and seemed to remember something, "No wonder I seem to have forgotten something, it turns out that it is this."

The saint sighed, "You really forgot to draw for me."

"No, that's not." Glow hourglass shook his head, "I've already drawn it for you, but I just forgot to bring it out."

"Wait for me for two minutes, I'll go back to get it." Glow hourglass waved his hand, turned around and left the village chief's office, and walked towards his home.

"I hope he won't go back and get here." The saint said with a wry smile.

...

The glow hourglass picked up a stack of spells on the table, revealing a white spell that was pressed by them at the bottom, and many beautiful lines were drawn with purple paint on it.

Although this is a line in our eyes, in the eyes of the glow hourglass, it is a text.

After all, no one can learn professional skills.

This talisman is not the same as this one.

After all, the background of this talisman is very strange and strange.

Although it was made by the Glow Hourglass, the Glow Hourglass did not understand this talisman at all, and could not use this talisman, let alone know the original meaning of this talisman.

So, since that's the case, how did this talisman come from?

It actually comes from a picture given to the Glow Hourglass one day by the Saint.

The figure clearly depicts the patterns on the current talisman, and even the material of the paper is exactly the same.

The saint handed the picture to the Glow Hourglass, and asked him to do it and complete it.

The glow hourglass cannot refuse any request from the Saint.

After all, the Saint was the one who added countless blessings and light to this place. Moreover, in order to practice drawing talismans, the Glow Hourglass borrowed (snatched) countless brushes from her.

The glow hourglass alone cannot be paid back.

Let's not talk about the huge things she has done behind her back,

So Glow Sand nodded and took on this task entrusted by the Saint.

However, after the Glow Hourglass held the brush and spread the talisman paper, the Glow Hourglass was stunned.

He drew the talismans on the talismans in reality, which was a technique called copying.

But this technology only exists when the levels are similar.

For example, if your copying is completely inferior to the level of the original (that is, the object of copying), then it will be difficult for you to write, or even unable to write.

Glow hourglass is now facing this embarrassing situation.

Although he looked at it with his eyes, the talisman in front of him was very beautiful, and the gesture and font composition seemed much simpler than the Fire Explosion Technique.

But he just couldn't write.

Feeling this feeling of powerlessness, he seemed to have a feeling.

He felt that even if there was a line segment or a small dot in the picture in front of him, he had no way to start writing, as if his brush was locked.

So, with this mentality, he decided to put this task aside first and concentrate on his own things first.
Chapter completed!