"Do you really understand the profession of Saint Samurai?"
Rommel said this sentence with a playful smile, with an obvious sarcastic tone.
Everyone's expressions were a little bad. Suel shouted with great displeasure, "Say what you have to say, don't be sarcastic and pretentious. Isn't it just a particularly powerful profession? What's so great about it? "
"You really just think of Saint Samurai as a profession." Rommel chuckled and shook his head. "Although many people now regard this world as the real world, there are still some ideas that you haven't really reversed."
Hawk nodded and said, "Saint Samurai have a very high status in the Church of Light, we know that."
"No, you still don't understand." Rommel laughed aloud, his voice trembling. "You only think of Saint Samurai as a profession and completely ignore his background notes. You subconsciously bring your previous gaming experience into this game, and you don't take these notes as real at all. "
The others didn't quite understand, but Link, who was quick-witted, immediately changed his expression.
Hawk took a deep breath and took two steps forward with his huge body. "Please explain again."
"One of the basic principles of Saint Samurai is' honesty, 'which means that Schuck didn't lie at all just now. That equipment must have an attribute that enhances the effect of light theurgy, and that equipment must have been given to him by the Goddess of Light."
Suel said impatiently, "As I said, we all know this, we just want to force Schuck to bleed some. Everyone in F6 is rich anyway, so it's good to scrape some out of them. If it's just this nonsense, you don't have to repeat it again. "
"This is just foreplay, what's next is what I'm really going to say." Rommel looked at Suel and continued to maintain his enigmatic smile. "In the Church of Light, Saint Samurai are below one and above tens of thousands. They are archons themselves and have the privilege of initiating a holy war. "
Suel leaned back and burst into laughter. "The right to initiate a holy war, you think too highly of Saint Samurai."
Rommel shook his head helplessly. "That's why your ideas haven't been completely converted. This is a very 'real' game, and the notes are all real. "
Everyone was silent.
Rommel continued, "Although Schuck looks no different from us, we're all players. But in the eyes of the NPCs, Schuck was much nobler than us. You've noticed it before, haven't you? Ans is willing to talk to F6, but he doesn't really want to talk to us. Even when Hawk asks him sometimes, he doesn't answer directly but looks at Betta and tells the latter the answer. "
The members of Silver Wings continued to be silent.
Rommel continued, "If that equipment is really dropped from the dungeon, we can naturally argue for it. But that equipment was really given to the Saint Samurai by the Goddess of Light. You have no idea how terrible religious lunatics can be. Anything related to the gods will become a holy item, not to mention a gift from the gods. If the followers of the Divine Radiant Cult knew that you dared to touch the sacred treasure, haha! "
Everyone's expression became more and more unsightly.
Suel defended himself. "That's impossible. I don't think Schuck has that much power. If he was really that powerful, why didn't he send an expeditionary force to complete the mission? And I have to do it myself? "
"That's because Schuck's player habits haven't been completely changed, and it's also because he still subconsciously thinks of himself as a commoner." Rommel smiled. "But if you really want to rob him of his equipment, he can launch a small holy war at any time and define Silver Wings as a hostile organization. At that time, Silver Wings will be attacked by the believers of light wherever it is. Not to mention development, it'll be good enough to survive."
Suel's expression became quite unsightly.
Hawk was silent for a long time, then he said somewhat gloomily, "It's not that exaggerated."
"Not that exaggerated?" Rommel smiled softly. "I'm just an ordinary bishop now, but in fact, I can already apply for control of a temple in a medium-sized city. The food, clothing, development plans, personnel arrangements of the temple are all decided by me. Think about it from another perspective. Who is a Saint Samurai? Isn't he a dozen times stronger than a little bishop like me? What I can do, he can't do? Can't he do better? "
At this point, no one dared to look Rommel in the eyes.
Looking at the silent people, Rommel didn't want to waste any more time with them and turned to leave.
"You quit the guild, where are you going?" Lynk couldn't help but ask.
"Back to inherit the temple." As Rommel walked forward, he said in a relieved tone, "I had nothing better to do before. That's why I stayed with you idiots. Isn't it nice to go back and manage the temple, be a local tyrant, and tease female priests when I have nothing better to do? "
Hawk had wanted to stop him, but seeing the determined look on the other party's face when he turned around, he already knew that the matter was irreversible.
"I made the wrong decision again." Hawk rubbed his face in distress and said rather painfully, "This game is too real, not on the same level as the previous games at all. The old methods of managing guilds, diplomatic strategies, and so on are all useless, they have to be overthrown and restarted. "
Lynk comforted him. "It's not your fault, everyone is still figuring it out. You've done very well, at least we didn't get wiped out by F6 like Moon Shadow."
This consolation wasn't appropriate, and for a moment, Hawk's expression became even more gloomy.
After a while, he said, "Let's go, too. If we stay any longer, the elven patrols will come."
The few of them began to move out of the woods, but their backs looked a little bleak, without the joy of completing an epic quest at all.
And Roland and the other two left the woods and walked to the edge of the grassland.
Stepping on the soft grass and riding the night wind, the three of them subconsciously looked up at the sky.
Without the cover of the forest canopy, the sky full of stars appeared in front of the three of them.
Because of the heavy light pollution on Earth, the stars could no longer be seen in the cities.
But here, they could be seen clearly.
No matter the time, the starry sky gave people a sense of deep tranquility.
The three of them were silent for a moment, and Schuck took Margret's hand and said, "Let's disperse, I'm going back to the Holy Realm first. By the way, you guys take a look at the guild chat later. "
With that said, Margret changed back into her dragon form. The red dragon was still injured, but much better. Schuck jumped onto the dragon's back and waved at Roland and Betta.
A strong wind blew, and the dragon flew into the night sky.
And Roland and Betta soon saw Schuck's message in the system chat interface.
It turned out that he was the one who posted the information about the equipment in the chat room.
Heart of Light.
Roland clicked on the tag, looked at it for a moment, and said with a smile, "No wonder I had to show it to outsiders."
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