One of them was an old man in his twilight years who was covered in blood.
One of them was a young man with tender skin and a naked body.
Roland had read a lot of books on religion, most of which were about gossip. He was told that a priest of a certain religion was fond of little boys. Roland felt that he was only seventeen years old. Was he a little boy in the old man's eyes?
When he thought of this, he felt the back of his teeth aching. Then, he became alert and jumped down. There was a sacrificial altar between the two of them. With a barrier, he felt much more at ease.
Perhaps because the negative effects of resurrection were over, Roland felt much more comfortable. He covered his private parts with one hand and stared at the old man passionately.
If he met such an old man in reality, he wouldn't be scared at all. If the old man dared to do anything wrong, he would beat the crap out of the old man. However, he was in a virtual game, and the old man was a Priest of the Church of Life.
Unlike the fat Priests who cared about little boys in reality, nobody in the game dared to call themselves a Priest if they didn't know any spells.
Seeing the young man's wary eyes, Falken smiled at him. Perhaps because of his calmness, the young man looked much better. Seizing the opportunity, Falken raised his hand and pointed at the young man's forehead.
Roland had let down his guard a little, but he didn't expect that the other party would cast a spell without saying a word. A green ball of light came at him. It wasn't very fast, and Roland hurriedly dodged to the side. However, the ball of light had a certain tracking ability. It turned around and hit Roland's forehead. Then, it deformed like jelly and penetrated his skin, through his skull, and into his brain.
Roland thought that the guy was going to kill him. After all, it was not unusual for players to be killed by NPCs. He thought that he would suffer excruciating pain from having his head explode again. Little did he expect that the pain would be gone after only a few seconds.
"Young man, you should be able to understand me now, shouldn't you?"
A gentle voice came from the other side. It was not any language that Roland knew, but he could understand what the guy meant.
Roland was stunned for a moment, but he soon realized what was going on. Holding his forehead, he gasped and said, "Language Proficiency? Elder, wait a moment. Let me put on my clothes. "
Even if the old priest did not have that kind of hobby, Roland did not like to show his naked body to others. He quickly found the option "Collect Remains" in the system prompt and clicked "Confirm".
Roland's headless body turned into countless white cubes in only a few seconds, which flew to Roland and melted into his body. The brains and blood that were splashing everywhere turned into even smaller pieces of light and flew into his body too.
It was a beautiful view. Not only that, the church had been restored to its original appearance, and the blood and brains on Falken's clothes were completely gone.
The entire environment suddenly changed from a gloomy and terrifying slaughterhouse to a peaceful and quiet chapel.
Roland received a notification from the system in his consciousness: You've retrieved your 'body' and retrieved 50% of your EXP lost due to death. Retrieved value: 0.
Because Roland's head had exploded because of the magic power not long after he was born, he did not receive any EXP at all. Naturally, it was impossible for him to retrieve any EXP.
After all the white cubes of light returned to Roland's body, he had a set of clothes on him. It was exactly the brown linen clothes that he wore earlier.
Roland was much more relieved now that he had clothes on him. He nodded at the old priest and said, "Elder, thank you for your help. How long does Language Proficiency last?"
"About three hours." Falken's voice was hoarse and feeble like an old man. Roland felt that the old man must be one of the Golden Sons mentioned in the oracle. "If I were younger, I could've lasted more than five hours."
Most old people liked to reminisce about their achievements when they were young. Although this old man was a Priest and an NPC, he was no exception. Roland was secretly amused, but he said casually, "My name is Roland. May I know your name, elder?"
"Falken!"
After saying his name, Falken sized up the young man with his old eyes. Judging from the conversation and behavior just now, the young man didn't seem to know any manners. However, there was something weird about him that made him feel that he was just talking like that. There was nothing impolite about him at all.
Falken was an old Priest who had been a mercenary for two years when he was young. In other people's eyes, he was not only a high and mighty professional but also a Priest who saved the world. But essentially speaking, Falken was just a slightly distinguished human being. Ever since he settled down in this place, he had lost his source of intelligence.
Oftentimes, intelligence wasn't just intelligence; it could also become a form of knowledge.
Living in a small town without intelligence meant that he had lost his source of knowledge. Falken knew very well that he hadn't made any progress in the past decades. If anything, he had regressed a lot.
But he didn't regret it. Nailing the glory of the goddess to this town was what he was most proud of.
The Golden Son before his eyes, though friendly, was hard to tell what was on his mind. However, since the young man was resurrected from the goddess' altar, he must be close to the goddess.
"Mr. Roland, you must be a Golden Son, right?" Falken asked cautiously. He had to be prudent before he figured out the young man's personality. "A few days ago, the goddess sent an oracle saying that you would come to this world from another dimension and live with us."
So, this was how the players were set up in the game? Roland found it rather interesting … In most games, the players were set as saviors or other powerful people. This was the first time that he had been treated as a foreign race.
But on second thought, it did make sense. Five hundred thousand players couldn't possibly have five hundred thousand saviors, could it?
Roland nodded. "I must be the Golden Son you mentioned. I'm indeed from another dimension … Sir, can I ask you a question?"
Falken smiled. "Go ahead."
"Where is this place?" Roland looked around. "I know that this is the church of the Life Goddess, but I want to know where we are right now."
Falken turned around and opened the wooden door. The morning sunlight flowed into the church like orange water. It was bright and warm.
Bathed in the sunlight, he seemed to have a halo around him. He turned around and smiled at Roland.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
