It was destined to be a sleepless night. Although the villagers had all gone home, most of the houses were still lit by oil lamps.
Lamp oil was quite expensive in this world. People usually wouldn't light it unless there was something important.
At this moment, most of the villagers had lit their lamps, which reflected the golden light on the surface of the lake. The crescent moon in the sky made the night even more beautiful and tranquil.
Occasionally, a breeze from the lake would blow over, bringing with it a cool and refreshing feeling.
Lying on the railing of the bridge, Betta stared at the lake far away in a daze. There was no telling what he was thinking.
Roland dug a pit near the cabin and swept the ashes of the cabin into the pit with Hand of Magic. Then, he filled the pit again.
Then, he set up a cross before the pit.
Then, he walked to the bridge and saw the young man who was in a daze.
Roland walked to Betta's side and imitated him. He leaned his upper body on the railing of the bridge and looked at the lake in the distance.
Betta turned around and secretly wiped his eyes with his sleeve.
"What are you thinking about?" Roland asked in a low voice after a long time.
"Nothing at all."
The young man's voice was hoarse. From Roland's perspective, he could see that there were still traces of tears at the corner of his eyes.
Roland recalled Falken's disappointed eyes when he left and heaved a sigh.
"Brother Roland, I'm sorry. I screwed things up," Betta said in a low voice.
The young man's voice was filled with intense regret. Roland looked at him and smiled. "How many points of reputation did you lose?"
"Thirty." Betta pursed his lips.
Betta was not upset because of the loss of reputation. He simply felt that he had done something wrong. He regarded the NPCs as data, but the two old men told him that they had their own souls and their own thoughts. They did not have any preset quests.
Everything was natural and real.
"I only lost ten points. The villagers have their own preferences. I've been here for a long time and I'm familiar with them. They're more tolerant of me. " Roland thought for a moment and said, "This confirms my previous belief that this is not a simple game."
Betta put on an ugly smile. "But they're indeed in a game. I understand what you're thinking. Carbon-based life, silicon-based life, and even … data life. But does a company that started off as a knockoff really have the ability to create 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?"
Betta's voice gradually grew louder and louder, even vaguely sounding like he was roaring.
Roland said, "Maybe even the game company doesn't know what they've made."
"Do you think that's possible?" Betta snorted.
Roland replied, "Who knows? It's hard to say. "
For a moment, the two of them did not speak. Only the gentle whistling of the lake breeze could be heard.
After a while, Roland asked again, "What's your next plan?"
"Go to another city." Disappointment flashed in Betta's eyes. "I'm not welcome here anymore. There's no point in staying any longer."
Roland straightened his body, looked at the lights in the distance, and said lightly, "You're just going to run away like this? Aren't you going to try to redeem yourself? "
After a moment of silence, Betta turned around and looked at him. "Brother Roland, do you have any good ideas?"
"In the maple forest on the other side of the mountain, there's a nest of giant spiders that poses a great threat to this town," Roland said slowly. "Although I killed some before, I'm alone. Also, as you know, it's not suitable for Mages to appear on the frontline at the early stage, so the progress is a little slow. If you can cooperate with me … "
Betta asked rather interestedly, "Will it work? Right, the charcoal roasted spider legs I had before were very delicious. "
Seeing that the young man's mood improved, Roland said with a smile, "We don't have such big spider legs in the real world for you to roast. Or did you eat toothpick meat? "
Betta replied with a yearning expression, "Coconut crabs."
"Isn't that a crab? No, I remember it's a shrimp? "Roland was stunned.
"They're all arthropods. It's not a problem to think of them as spiders."
Roland laughed. "You do have a point."
Betta's mood became even better when he talked about food. He said, "Then I'll go somewhere else to practice my sword arts."
"You know sword arts too?" Roland was stunned. "Did you learn it in a fencing club?"
Betta shook his head. "No, in the village where I was born, there was a veteran who knew basic military sword arts. I learned it from him for three silver coins. Although I only knew a few moves, I found it to be very useful after practicing for a dozen days. "
"Three silver coins …" Roland sighed. He had been mining for more than a month. Apart from his food expenses, he only saved about three silver coins.
The guy joined the game half a month later than him, but he seemed to be richer than him.
Thinking about that, he asked, "Where did you earn so much money?"
Betta replied, "The Divine Nobles have a passive skill called Lucky Wealth, which allows them to pick up money! I've triggered it several times, and I've picked up almost three gold coins in total. "
What the hell!
Roland felt rather sad. These cousins didn't seem to be short of money at all when they played the game.
One of them became a Saint Samurai and earned twenty gold coins every month, which equaled more than two hundred thousand yuan.
The young man before him could pick up money … Well, he felt happy that he got something for nothing. For some reason, he was jealous.
If possible, he would love to play the game without having to work for money, but reality was cruel.
He could only make a living by mining.
Watching Betta run to the side to practice swordsmanship, he then returned to his small thatched cottage halfway up the hill.
A man was standing at the door. When he approached, he found that it was Falken.
Falken saw him and walked to him. Under the moonlight, he looked particularly old in his green robe.
"Do you want to talk to this old man?"
Roland nodded.
Falken walked forward and looked at the town down the hill. He said solemnly, "We've known for a long time that James' son died."
Hearing that, Roland smiled bitterly and shook his head helplessly.
"In fact, considering the James' mentality and body, they couldn't have lived much longer. But it's always good to live a little longer. " Falken heaved a long sigh. "But it's good to die earlier. At least, they didn't suffer from the disease, and they could spend time with their son before they died."
Roland didn't know how to respond. He could sense sadness in Falken's words.
"I'm leaving too!"
At first, Roland didn't understand what he meant, but then he looked at Falken.
"Don't be so surprised. As a Priest, you know when you'll be summoned by the god you believe in." Falken put on an unconcerned, if not casual, expression. "I'll enter paradise in three months … Don't look so sad. You should be happy for me."
"Of course not. Death is death. There's nothing left."
"No, as long as the Priests don't make any mistakes, our souls will live in paradise after we die."
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