A strange world

Chapter 1412 Chapter 46. Ordinary Saint

Faced with Annan's outstretched hand, Archbishop Tomac instinctively dodged, but how could a slow old man compare to a young man? Annan hung his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"How about it?"

Archbishop Tomac frowned deeply, his eyebrows almost falling out, and said in a daze as if drunk: "...I am even less clear."

"That means the degree is not suitable." Annan rubbed his chin and thought for a while, then asked the store manager to bring the glasses with the highest degree.

Soon, the store manager brought another glasses case, and Annan replaced the previous pair with glasses as thick as the bottom of a wine bottle.

Archbishop Tomac's turning of his head showed that he could see everything around him clearly, and his silence meant that he was very satisfied.

"How much?" Annan asked the store manager.

"How can you accept money? This is a gift from me."

"Then I would like to thank you for your gift on behalf of Archbishop Tomac." Annan did not take the initiative to give money on behalf of the Archbishop. He returned the box to him and pushed the wheelchair out.

Standing at the door and watching Annan and the Archbishop disappear, the store manager hurried back to the store.

"Quick, prepare a notice saying that Wally's glasses shop is good for everyone, and the Archbishop of the Church of Fortune said it's good!"

The clerk said in a low voice: "The Archbishop didn't say anything either..."

"Oh, yeah... that means the Archbishop of the Church of Fortune bought a pair of glasses from here! Go now!"

On the other side, Archbishop Tomac took off his glasses and rubbed the lenses with his fingers curiously: "I didn't feel any magical fluctuations on the glasses, but I can see things clearly... Holy Son, how did you do it?"

"Because it doesn't require magic, its principle is equivalent to..." Annan thought for a moment and said, "Have you ever seen flawed glass? Objects behind the flawed glass will become distorted."

"It happens all the time."

After all, in Allen's world, things are done with vague quantifiers like "about the time it takes to drink a glass of wine" and "about the length of a finger", and the manufacturing process relies entirely on experience, so you can imagine the yield rate of glass.

"The principle of our eyes not being able to see clearly is similar to that of glass, and glasses are made by actively firing flawed glass to offset the effect of our eyes."

“It’s very simple actually.”

"The savings house is also very simple, but no one thought of it except you." Archbishop Tomac sighed.

"Who can predict the future? Maybe no one will think of it in the second millennium, but maybe somewhere now, a guy named Martin has thought of the principle of a bank."

Archbishop Tomac put his glasses back on and suddenly frowned again: "The effect is gone..."

"How come?"

Annan leaned forward to take a look, then took off his glasses in a daze, rubbed them on his wizard robe, and gave them to Archbishop Tomac: "It will scratch the glass if it touches it, just wipe it off and it will be fine."

"good……"

After wearing glasses, Archbishop Tomac turned his head more frequently.

Annan took the opportunity to recall that the archbishop seemed to have lost his teeth... Well, he could also put dentures on the agenda, and the technical difficulty of dentures was lower than that of glasses.

Who else needs dentures?

Our ancestor's teeth seemed to be quite healthy, and it's no wonder that they were pearly teeth.

They were all forced to grow old, but Archbishop Tomac's condition was far worse than that of his ancestors.

They passed a market again, where there were hawking sounds everywhere. The most enthusiastic one was a guy selling spears and shields.

"My spear is the sharpest spear, and my shield is the hardest shield! If it breaks, come to me and I will compensate you!"

There were quite a few people watching the excitement, all of them were old foxes. Someone started to make a noise: "If the spear is broken and the shield is shattered, the person must be gone too, how can we find you!"

The stall owner was not panicked. He raised his shield, retreated ten yards away, and suddenly accelerated his charge with a spear in hand. With a roar, the tip of the spear tore through the air and stabbed the iron shield!

The shield shattered into pieces. The stall owner calmed down and raised his spear: "See? My spear is extremely sharp!"

There was cheers and applause all around, and then the crowd dispersed.

They are not professionals, they are just here to watch the fun.

The stall owner was not angry. He picked up the scattered pieces of the shield, piled them aside, and continued to sell.

Annan found it interesting, so he pushed Archbishop Tomac over.

"Are you selling spears or shields?"

"They're all for sale. If you want some, Lord Annan!" The stall owner looked up and stood at attention when he saw who was asking the question.

"Then who will buy the shield if you break it?"

The stall owner gave a simple smile and said, "I can sell spears."

"Thank you, Lord Annan! Thank you, Lord Annan!" The vendor screamed immediately, attracting many envious glances.

"Keep your voice down."

"Yes, thank you, Lord Annan... Thank you, Lord Annan..."

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Ignoring him no longer and feeling that they had enough time to explore, Annan pushed the archbishop back to the Temple of the Gods.

The bishops who were crowded in front of the statue of the Goddess of Wealth turned around and saw that the Son of God was wearing a wreath on his head and the archbishop was wearing strange lenses on his face.

"I'm a little tired after walking around. Holy Son, have you arranged a place for us to stay?"

They also found that the archbishop had become much more intimate with Annan.

"I'm ready, please follow me."

Olmedo said, leading the faithful to the newly vacated embassy.

Annan handed Archbishop Tomac over to the saint. They talked for a few words. The saint looked at him with surprise. After a while, she came over with a bag of gold coins.

"That's the price the Archbishop paid for his glasses."

"We don't need so many..." Annan weighed them and roughly estimated that there were more than thirty.

“The Archbishop said it was good value for money.”

"Okay, then I'll thank the Archbishop on his behalf." Annan put away his purse and asked, "There will be a banquet tonight. Will you... and the Archbishop attend?"

"I'll ask the Archbishop."

The saint went back and brought news of the meeting soon.

"See you later then."

"...See you later."

The saint pushed the archbishop and disappeared in front of the embassy. Annan was looking at her and was suddenly bumped by someone.

"Don't look anymore, everyone has gone in." Olmedo said in a strange tone.

"Ah? Oh..." Annan withdrew his gaze.

"Are you interested in the Saint?"

Annan shook his head: "No, she is too ordinary."

"ordinary?"

Olmedo recalled the saint, with her pure temperament, beautiful and tall. Not to mention the men, even she thought she was pretty... Annan actually thought she was ordinary?

"Yeah, it has no teeth or scales, and no tail, but it's quite white, but it doesn't even have a scar, so isn't that normal?"

Olmedo hesitated, "Are all of you... warlocks... so weird?"

As she spoke, the saint came out again.

"Son of God, the Archbishop is calling you in."