Mages Are Too OP

Roland felt a little expensive at first, but then found that this was wrong.

Two gold coins for one life, it is already very cost-effective. He thought about it and found that he had this idea mainly because of the contrast.

Falken in Red Clay Town is also a pastor of life. He never charges for treatment.

One for free and one for two gold coins! It seems that the latter is very unconscionable and is a profiteer.

But in fact, the latter is the normal market. Think about it, what is the population of Hongtu Town? The population of Delbon City is almost one million. If you have free treatment ... this middle-aged priest has to be busy from morning to night, even without rest, and will be exhausted alive.

On the sacrificial platform, the girl's wound continued to heal, and her face became more and more ruddy, and she could even hear her breathing faintly.

Roland rested his mind and took two gold coins from the system backpack that he didn't have long before getting it to the middle-aged priest.

Seeing the soldiers, he respectfully said to Beta and Roland: "The two lords, I will go and tell the old center to come and pick up her daughter."

Seeing the soldiers leave, Roland and Beta sat down on the stone chairs and gasped. They ran for so long and were exhausted. This is the prayer hall. There are several rows of believers sitting down on the benches to listen to the teachings. The two of them do not want to stand up when they sit down.

The middle-aged priest has short brown hair and no white face. He looks quite handsome. He flicked two gold coins lightly in his hand, and looked at Roland and Beta with interest for a while, then said with a weird smile: "Two gold coins, save a pariah woman, and this woman is not pretty. , You are really willing. "

Beta frowned, he was very unhappy to hear this.

Unlike Beta, a high school student who has just graduated, Roland also said that he also worked outside and had more experience, so he understood that the middle-aged pastor was ridiculous on the surface, but actually praised him.

He smiled at the middle-aged pastor without saying a word.

But Beta said at this time: "You can save more people, why do you charge so much. Those civilians whose lives are dying, don't you give up? The core teaching of the Temple of Life is to die if you don't teach money?"

The middle-aged pastor looked at Beta with a smile: "Aristocrat, do you think I'm upset?"

Beta wanted to say something, but Roland stopped him: "Don't say it, you may have misunderstood others."

Beta was believed by Roland, so he didn't speak anymore, but his face still seemed a little unconvinced.

The middle-aged man looked at Beta and smiled: "If you question me personally, I'm too lazy to take care of you, but if you question my faith, I have to explain it!"

Beta was still unconvinced.

"As you can see, you also know how to cast spells. Of course, you know that our priests and warlocks have a maximum number of spells. Like me, I can only store up to six times the" heal severe injury "divine magic, about every three Restores the number of casts once per hour. That is to say, even if I do n’t sleep, I can only use this divine spell eight times a day. "

Beta frowned: "But you can save at least six people, instead of excluding ordinary civilians from expensive charges."

After spending more than a month in Red Clay Town, Beta also learned a lot of common sense in this world. Ordinary civilians do not eat or drink, and the output of the family of five is all used to sell money, and it may not be possible to save a gold coin in a year.

In other words, the price of two gold coins is an unimaginable number for ordinary people. If there is a desperate need for their lives, it is impossible for them to hand over the money.

"So the young master is the young master." The middle-aged pastor had a weird smile on his face: "Even if you have a kind heart, you are too naive."

Beta frowned deeper, and he wanted to hear how the middle-aged pastor quibbled.

Roland actually vaguely guessed what the middle-aged pastor wanted to say.

"Indeed, if I save people for free, those rescued civilians will thank me, but this will indirectly kill more people." The middle-aged pastor said lightly.

Beta sneered: "How is it possible!"

"Our temple of life buys some coarse grains every day to help the poor. It can be said that many poor people can only survive by our relief." The middle-aged pastor sat beside Beta and said with an attitude of looking down : "And where did the money for the purchase of coarse grains come from? Taken out of you nobles."

Beta wanted to say that he was not an aristocrat, but when he thought about his status as a "noble aristocrat", he did not refute this, but said: "But this does not affect your treatment of civilians at a cheaper price."

Roland sighed. He knew that Beta didn't understand what the other person meant.

The middle-aged priest laughed: "If my magical power is used on civilians, where does the money for our temple come from? And the nobles attach great importance to dignity and sense of distance. If I dare to treat civilians for free, I will never come to my shrine again in the future. Because they feel like this, civilians are even more noble than them. How can the shrine be maintained without the nobility paying money, without money, we ca n’t even support ourselves , How to rescue civilians! "

Beta opened her mouth and was speechless.

He couldn't find any rebuttal.

The middle-aged pastor looked at Beta with a smile: "I don't want your understanding, but please don't insult my faith, the goddess of life is kind, and loves the world. You rest here first, it is rare to encounter two somewhat kind nobles. "

After speaking, the middle-aged pastor got up and left.

Beta sits in a chair and sinks into contemplation. He was only 18 years old and had just graduated from high school. He had been living in an ivory tower before. He had never been out of society. Naturally, he had never encountered such a choice of servicing and protecting big people.

Roland said nothing, he was resting.

It doesn't matter if the child suffers more setbacks, he is taught by npc in the game, it's better than a real loss to society.

At this time, a group of people appeared outside the temple. Several middle-aged men in shabby clothes rushed in. They were surprised and delighted to see the **** the sacrificial platform. A woman wiped her tears hard.

Then, time and space are still, and today's game time is up.

Crawling out of the virtual cabin, Roland routinely took a bath, then opened the forum, posted the video recorded on the forum, and wrote the title "Please Forensic Students, or Uncle Criminal Investigation for Help", video The main content is the scene of the corpse in the woods cave.

Of course, the key part of the girl hit Masek.

People are back! The task is also completed! But Roland felt that things were not over!

Who did this, he was very, very, very interested in finding out.

Then, in less than ten minutes, the posts were refined, and the number of posted posts on the floor rose at an extremely rapid rate.

Every post is filled with anger from netizens.