Roland thought it was a bit expensive at first, but then he realized that this was wrong.
Two gold coins in exchange for one life is already a good deal. He thought about it carefully and found that the reason why he had this idea was mainly due to comparison.
Falcon from Red Earth Town is also a life priest. He never charges for treating people.
One is free, the other costs two gold coins! It seems that the latter is very heartless and a profiteer.
But in fact, the latter is the normal market situation. Think about it, what is the population of Hongtu Town? The population of Delbon City is close to one million. If treatment is free... the middle-aged priest will have to work from morning to night, without even taking a break, and he will be exhausted to death.
On the altar, the girl's wounds continued to heal, and her face became increasingly rosy, and her breathing could even be heard faintly.
Roland felt relieved, took out the two gold coins he had just received from the system backpack, and gave them to the middle-aged priest.
Upon seeing this, the soldier respectfully said to Beta and Roland: "Your Excellencies, I will inform Old Center to come and take away her daughter."
Seeing the soldiers leaving, Roland and Beta sat down on the stone chairs, panting. They were exhausted after running for so long. This is a prayer hall, with several rows of benches for believers to sit and listen to teachings. The two of them didn't want to stand up after sitting down.
The middle-aged pastor has short brown hair and a fair face without a beard. He looks quite handsome and a gentleman. He gently tossed two gold coins in his hand, looked at Roland and Beta with interest for a while, and then said with a strange smile: "Two gold coins, save a pariah woman, and this woman is not beautiful. , you are really willing to give up."
Beta frowned, he was unhappy when he heard this.
Unlike Beta, a newly graduated high school student, Roland also worked outside and had more experience, so he understood the middle-aged priest's words that were ridiculed on the surface but actually complimentary.
He smiled at the middle-aged pastor and said nothing.
However, Beta said unhappily at this time: "You can obviously save more people, why do you charge so much? Do you just give up on those civilians who are dying? The core teaching of the Temple of Life is to refuse to teach even if you see death. money?"
The middle-aged priest looked at Beta with a smile: "Aristocratic young master, do you think I'm unhappy?"
Beta wanted to say something else, but Roland stopped him: "Stop talking, you may misunderstand others."
Beta believed Roland's words, so he didn't speak anymore, but his face still looked a little unconvinced.
The middle-aged man looked at Beta and smiled: "If you question me personally, I won't bother to care about you, but if you question my beliefs, I have to explain it!"
Beta still had an unconvinced expression.
"I can see that you also know how to cast spells. Of course you know that we priests, like warlocks, have an upper limit on the number of times we can cast spells. Like me, I can only store the 'Cure Serious Injury' spell just six times at most, about every three times. The number of spells can be restored every hour. In other words, even if I don't sleep, I can only use this magic eight times a day."
Beta frowned and said: "But you can save at least six people instead of keeping ordinary civilians away with high fees."
After staying in Red Earth Town for more than a month, Beta also learned a lot of common sense about this world. Ordinary civilians do not eat or drink, and a family of five sells all their output, so they may not be able to save a single gold coin in a year.
In other words, the price of two gold coins is an unattainable figure for ordinary people. If their lives were really in danger, they would not be able to hand over the money.
"So the eldest young master is the eldest young master." A strange smile appeared on the middle-aged pastor's face: "Even if you have a kind heart, you are too naive."
Beta's frown deepened. He wanted to hear what the middle-aged priest had to say.
Roland had actually vaguely guessed what the middle-aged priest wanted to say.
"Indeed, if I save people for free, the civilians who are saved will thank me, but this will indirectly kill more people." The middle-aged priest said lightly.
Beta showed a sneer: "How is that possible!"
"We at the Temple of Life buy some coarse grains every day to help the poor. It can be said that many poor people rely on our relief to survive." The middle-aged priest sat next to Beta and said with a look down on him. : "And where does the money for buying coarse grains come from? It comes from you nobles."
Beta wanted to say that he was not a noble, but thinking about his status as a 'divine noble', he did not refute this, but said: "But this does not affect your ability to treat civilians at a cheaper price."
Roland sighed, knowing clearly that Beta didn't understand what the other party meant.
The middle-aged priest laughed: "If all my magical spells are used on civilians, where will the money for our temple come from? And the nobles attach great importance to the sense of distance between dignity and status. If I dare to treat civilians for free, they They will never come to my temple again in the future. Because they think that in this way, the common people are even more noble than them. Without the nobles to pay for medical treatment, how can the temple be maintained? Without money, we can’t even support ourselves. , how to rescue the civilians!"
Beta opened her mouth but was speechless.
He couldn't find any rebuttal.
The middle-aged priest looked at Beta with a half-smile: "I don't ask for your understanding, but please don't insult my faith. The goddess of life is kind and loves the world. You can rest here first. It's rare to meet two kind-hearted nobles. "
After speaking, the middle-aged pastor stood up and left.
Beta sat on a chair, lost in thought. He was only eighteen years old and had just graduated from high school. He had been living in an ivory tower before and had never been out of society. Naturally, he had never encountered this kind of choice of leaving the younger ones to protect the older ones.
Roland didn't say anything, he was resting.
It doesn't matter if children suffer more setbacks. It's better to be taught a lesson by an NPC in a game than to suffer a big loss when they actually go out into society.
At this time, a group of people appeared outside the temple. Several middle-aged people in shabby clothes rushed in. They were surprised and happy to see the girl on the altar. A woman wiped her tears hard.
Then, time and space stopped, and it was time for today's game.
Climbing out of the virtual cabin, Roland took a shower as usual, then opened the forum and posted the previously recorded video to the forum. At the same time, he wrote the title "Ask forensic students or criminal investigators to help find clues." Video The main content is the scene of corpse dumping in a cave in the woods.
Of course, the girl's key parts were mosaic-marked.
The person was rescued! Mission accomplished! But Roland felt that the matter was not over yet!
Who did this? He was very, very, very interested in finding out.
In less than ten minutes, the posts were refined, and the number of replies on the floor increased at an extremely fast rate.
Every reply was filled with the anger of netizens.