It was destined to be a sleepless night. Although the townspeople had gone home, most of the rooms were lit with the light of oil lamps.
In this world, lamp oil is still quite expensive. If there is nothing important, I generally won’t light it.
Now, most of the townspeople have lit up their lamps, reflecting the golden light on the lake and the crescent moon in the sky, making the night very quiet and beautiful.
Occasionally, the lake breeze blows, which brings a refreshing and comfortable feeling to the heart.
Beta was lying on the railing of the bridge in the middle of the lake, staring blankly at the lake in the distance, not knowing what he was thinking.
Roland dug a pit near the wooden house, swept the ashes after the burning of the wooden house into the pit with the hands of a mage, and then filled it up.
Then a cross tombstone was erected in front of the pit.
Then he walked to the bridge in the middle of the lake and saw the young man in a daze.
Roland walked to Beta's side and followed his example, lying on the railing of the bridge with his upper body, looking at the lake with scaly lights in the distance.
Beta turned his head and quietly wiped his eyes with his sleeve.
"What are you thinking about?" After a while, Roland asked in a low voice.
"Not thinking about anything."
The boy's voice was a little hoarse, and from Roland's perspective, he could see that there seemed to be tears in the corners of his eyes.
Roland thought of Falcon's disappointed look when he left, and he sighed softly.
"Brother Luolan, I'm sorry, I messed up." Beta said softly.
There was deep regret in the young man's voice. Roland looked at him, and after a while he smiled and said, "How much did you lose your reputation?"
"30 o'clock." Beta pursed her lips.
Beta was not upset because he lost his reputation, he simply felt that he had done something wrong. He regarded those NPCs as a string of data, but the two old men told him through their actions that they had their own souls and ideas, and they did not have any preset 'mission plot'.
Everything is natural and real.
"I only lowered it by 10 points. The townspeople have their own preferences. I have been here for a long time and am familiar with them. They are more tolerant of me." Roland thought for a while and said: "This is more firm. My previous opinion is that this is not a simple game."
Beta pulled out an ugly smile: "But they are indeed in the same game. I also understand your thoughts, carbon-based life, silicon-based life, or even... data life. But a company that started as a copycat really has Are you capable of making such a game, a game with life?"
"If these NPCs are really alive, why didn't the game company make it clear from the beginning?"
The voice behind Beta gradually became louder, even vaguely like a roar.
Roland said from the side: "Perhaps even the game company doesn't know what they have done?"
"Do you think this is possible?" Beta snorted lightly.
Roland replied: "Who knows? It's impossible to say for sure."
For a moment, the two of them didn't speak anymore, and only the sound of the lake wind was playing softly around them.
After a while, Roland took the initiative to ask again: "What are your plans next?"
"Go to other cities." A trace of disappointment flashed in Beta's eyes: "I'm not welcome here anymore, and there's no point in staying any longer."
Roland straightened up, looked at the lights in the distance, and said lightly: "Just running away like this? Don't you try to save yourself?"
After a moment of silence, Beta turned to look at him: "Brother Luolan, do you have any good ideas?"
"In the maple forest on the other side of the mountain, there is a nest of giant spiders, which poses a great threat to this town." Roland said slowly: "Although I have killed some before, one person is weak, and You also know that mages are not suitable for appearing on the frontline battlefield in the early stage, so the progress is a bit slow. If you can cooperate with me... "
Beta asked with great interest: "Is it possible? By the way, the charcoal-grilled spider legs I have eaten before are delicious."
Seeing that the boy's mood improved, Roland smiled and said, "How can we roast spider legs that big for you in the real world? Or are you eating toothpick meat?"
Beta replied with a longing expression: "Coconut crab."
"Isn't that a crab? No, I think it's a shrimp?" Roland was stunned for a moment.
"They are all arthropods, so there is no problem in treating them as spiders."
Roland laughed: "What you said makes sense."
Speaking of food, Beta's mood became better and better, and he said: "Then I will go somewhere else to practice swordsmanship."
"Do you know how to swordsmanship?" Roland was stunned for a moment: "Have you learned it in a fencing hall or something like that?"
Beta shook his head: "No, in the village where I was born, there was a veteran who knew basic military swordsmanship. I spent three silver coins to learn it from him. Although there were only a few sword throws, after more than ten days of practice, , I found it really useful.”
"Three silver coins..." Roland sighed. He had been mining for more than a month, and after excluding food expenses, he had only saved about three silver coins.
The other party entered the game more than half a month later than him, but now he seems to have more money than him.
Thinking of this, he asked: "Where did you earn so much money?"
Beta replied: "The divine noble has a passive called 'Lucky Wealth', which allows you to pick up money! It has been triggered several times, and I have picked up nearly three gold coins in total."
I'm going!
Roland felt a little sad. The cousins seemed to have no shortage of money to play games.
A paladin who takes up his post will receive twenty gold coins every month, which is equivalent to more than two hundred thousand soft girl coins.
The young man in front of me can pick up money... Well, there is a sense of happiness that comes from nothing, and I feel a little jealous for some reason.
If possible, he would also like to play games easily without having to run for money, but the reality is very cruel.
He can only survive by mining.
Watching Beta running to the side to practice swordsmanship, he then returned to his small thatched house on the hillside.
There was a figure standing at the door. When he got closer, he saw that it was Falcon.
When Falcon saw him, he took the initiative to come over. Under the moonlight, he was dressed in a green robe. For some reason, he looked particularly old.
"How about I talk to the old man?"
Roland nodded.
Falcon took a few steps forward, looked at the town below the mountain, and said in a serious tone: "We actually knew that James' son was dead a long time ago."
Hearing this, Roland smiled bitterly, then shook his head helplessly.
"Actually, with the mentality and body of James and his wife, they can't live much longer. But it's always good to live a little longer." Falcon sighed longly: "But there is also a way to go early. The advantage is that at least they don’t have to suffer from illness and can stay with their son before they die.”
Roland didn't know how to answer. He could hear some sad emotions in Falcon's words.
"I'm leaving soon too!"
At first, Roland didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, but then he looked at Falcon sharply.
"Don't be so surprised. As a priest, of course you will know when you will be summoned by the gods you believe in." Falcon showed an indifferent, even calm expression: "There are still three months, I will I’m about to enter the kingdom of God... There’s no need to show such a sad expression, you should be happy for me.”
"That's weird. If you die, you will die. There will be nothing left."
"No, we pastors, as long as we don't make big mistakes, our souls will live in the Kingdom of God after death."
Roland didn't quite believe it. Things like heaven and hell are too nihilistic and ethereal.