"You want to sacrifice gold coins?"
A young man with dazzling short blonde hair appeared in front of Joyce.
Joyce knew this person. He was the third person in the Temple of Woking, and he was usually in charge of logistics. It is now well known that Lady Shirley is the bishop of the Temple of Woking, and the entire temple belongs to her. Ms. Katie is responsible for the safety of the temple. She has a group of powerful mercenaries under her command. As for this young man, his name seems to be Beta. He is responsible for the repair of the temple, the welfare of believers, and the construction supervision of the school. .
Although it can be regarded as a person, in terms of importance, it is naturally inferior to the two ladies Shirley and Katie.
Thinking of this, Joyce had some contempt for the young man, and he said, "Is it you who sacrificed the gold coin to me?"
Beta nodded: "Indeed."
He saw the look on Joyce's face, but he didn't care. This man is in the Bronze Drum City. After Greenton, he is the second person who is willing to sacrifice gold coins. As long as he becomes a professional, it will be an excellent publicity point. If the public opinion is well guided afterwards, then he can In one fell swoop, solve the future financial problems of the Woking Temple.
Joyce said unhappily, "Why didn't Ms. Shirley sacrifice gold coins for me?"
"Ms Shirley is fine too."
Hearing this, Joyce's eyes lit up.
Beta continued: "But Ms. Shirley is the bishop of our temple, and she has a distinguished status. If she guides the gold coin sacrifice, then according to the rules set by our goddess, you will have to pay a service fee of one hundred gold coins."
"So expensive!" Joyce almost dropped his jaw in shock.
Goddess Wojin can convert gold coins into character experience, and one gold coin is worth a bit of character experience. And to upgrade from level zero to lv1, that is, from an ordinary person to a professional, at least a hundred gold coins are needed. But one hundred gold coins is not a small amount. For many minor nobles, their family savings would never reach a hundred gold coins.
Generally speaking, those who can grit their teeth and spend a hundred gold coins in one breath have probably already entered the ranks of middle-class nobles.
Joyce finally made up his mind to spend a hundred gold coins and turn himself into a professional, but he was unwilling to ask him to pay another hundred gold coins. Although Ms. Shirley is very beautiful, asking her to do a favor for a hundred gold coins is too expensive.
"Well, it's up to you." Joyce sighed heavily, and he felt more and more that he was not a nobleman, but a poor man.
In fact, Beta is the only person who can activate the 'Gold Coin Sacrifice' in the entire Woking Temple. The reason why he said that was to dispel Joyce's idea, and at the same time make him mistakenly think that Shirley also had this ability. The intelligence is false and true, and at some point, it will play a protective role.
Beta put Joyce into the temple. At this moment, Shirley was leading the believers to pray. Seeing her master coming in, she quickly finished the prayer, and then led the believers to the sides.
Beta asked Joyce to stand under the goddess statue, then opened the temple management system, and applied for the 'gold coin sacrifice' function.
After Joyce was covered by the golden magic circle, Beta asked his followers to pour a hundred gold coins into the magic circle. About half a minute later, the magic circle disappeared and Joyce came out.
He looked at his hands... Because Joyce was already middle-aged, his hands also had many wrinkles, but now, his hands had become smooth and elastic, and they looked like the hands of young people.
Then he touched his wrinkle-free face, walked out of the temple, and let out a long roar to the sky, roaring out all the joy and happiness in his heart. The life expectancy of professionals is much longer than that of ordinary people.
As a member of the aristocracy, Joyce didn't like professionals very much before, and always felt that they were rude. But in fact, including Joyce, the nobles envy the professionals in their hearts, but they can't bear the hardship.
Now that Joyce has become a professional, he feels the majestic vitality in his body, his strength and vitality. If not long ago, he was still a weak chicken who would pant after walking a short distance, but now, he felt that he was a powerful warrior who could kill a beast with a single punch.
In fact, Joyce did not become a professional, but his body became healthier and his life span became longer. Joyce's basic attribute growth is too poor. His profession is the worst 'militiaman' among all professions. It is more than enough to deal with ordinary people, but he can only be beaten when he meets other professions.
But Joyce didn't know this, and Beta didn't plan to elaborate with him.
"Your Excellency Beta, if I want to improve my strength by another level, how many gold coins do I need?" Joyce turned around and asked, "If I have enough gold coins, can I continue to improve without limit?"
"It's possible in theory, but it's impossible in practice." Beta explained: "You only need 100 gold coins to change from an ordinary person to a professional now, but to improve your first-class strength, you need 200 gold coins, and the next time you need 4 gold coins." One hundred gold coins, and so on, I think you should be able to figure it out, and in the end, the gold coins needed will be an astronomical figure."
Joyce was silent for a while, and then he said: "I will come tomorrow, two hundred gold coins, right, I will bring them."
At this time, Joyce has been conquered by the vitality and strength in his body. He wants to become stronger, and for him, the fastest way to become stronger is to sacrifice gold coins.
"Tomorrow morning, I will wait for your Excellency here." Beta nodded, and then persuaded: "Although it is easy to obtain strength by offering sacrifices with gold coins, I still want to say that only one's own training is a professional. The best way to grow. There is no way gold coins can help you rise to legend."
"I am very satisfied to be able to reach the elite."
Joyce smiled and was about to leave when he saw a white carriage running not far away and stopped in front of the two of them.
The white carriage is very luxurious, and the white horse is also very heroic. When Bud got off the carriage, his eyes swept over Beta and landed on Joyce, feeling a little displeased. He originally planned to personally convert this person to the seat of the Goddess of Light, but he did not expect that the other party would actually come to the Temple of Wojin.
Many people don't know that Beta is the head of the Woking Temple, but Bud knows.
He smiled slightly at Beta and said, "Long time no see, Your Excellency."
"Yeah, long time no see." Beta was a little surprised at first, why Bud came here to do business, but after seeing Joyce, he immediately reacted, with a smug smile on his face: "I can only stay here In a pitiful slum, Lord Bard can attend the dances and banquets of the nobles every day, which is really enviable."
"We are believers of the Goddess of Light, and we never like a life that is too luxurious." Bud pretended to draw a circle on his chest, which is one of the common prayer gestures in the Temple of Light, and his eyes gradually changed Sternly: "Your Excellency, do you still remember our oath?"
"Of course I remember." Beta nodded: "That's why I didn't step into the rich area. Your Temple of Light is very good at reconnaissance. I think my actions should be under your monitoring."
But Bud snorted: "If you didn't go out, then why did you come here, Mr. Joyce?"
"He came here by himself." Beta chuckled: "I remember our oath very clearly. I will not enter the rich area, and I do not plan to preach to them."
"But Lord Joyce has come to this place." Bud's expression became colder and colder.
Beta's expression remained indifferent: "Your Excellency Joyce has hands and feet. If he wants to come here, naturally I can't stop him."
"But this is not in line with our oath, you have betrayed my trust in you."
When Beta heard this, he immediately laughed: "Trust! You wish I could break the oath. In this way, you can ask the God of Justice to punish me. By the way, you can ask the God of Justice to make an oath ruling, Of course, if the God of Justice thinks that I have not betrayed my oath, then you will have to pay a price."
Seeing that he couldn't be fooled, Bud threatened: "Hmph, it's best not to have such a thing next time."
Beta said tit-for-tat: "I will not take the initiative to go to the rich area to preach, but if they want to come, I will definitely not refuse. This kind of thing will not only happen next time, but will happen many times. Our Woking Temple, never The door will not be closed to the pious."
Bud stared at Beta viciously for a while, then smiled, and asked Joyce beside him, "Sir, didn't I ask you to meet yesterday? I went to your manor just now, and I haven't seen you for a long time." return."
Joyce naturally knew why the two were arguing. He pretended to be embarrassed and said, "I suddenly thought of doing something here, so I came here... By the way, didn't I send someone to send a message to you?" , haven't you received it?"
Bud shook his head, if he received it, he would naturally not visit again. But because of this, he also knew that some nobles took the initiative to approach the Woking Temple.
Bud glanced at Beta, and then said, "Your Excellency Joyce, why don't we go back together?"
"Okay!" Joyce had just become a professional, and now he was full of questions, and Bard was a bishop, a powerful professional. On the way back, Joyce felt that he could ask him about professional.
Bud didn't look at Beta again, let alone say goodbye, he directly pulled Joyce into the carriage, and then asked the coachman to drive away from the slums.
In the slightly swaying carriage, Bud was considering how to speak, and when he asked Joyce why he came to Woking Temple, the latter suddenly took the lead and said: "Your Excellency Bud, you have a lot of experience, I think Let me ask you one thing, is the profession of the militia powerful or not?"
Bud froze for a moment: "The militia... Do you mean the cavalry reserve militia, or the militia among professionals?"
"I'm a militia now. Professional." Joyce looked at Bud earnestly: "Do you know the advantages and disadvantages of the militia?"
Bud was shocked: "How do you know that you are a militiaman? It's not so easy to be a professional."