Naturally, Roland was rather excited.
After all, it was also a kind of acknowledgement that he had a good character, that he was capable, and that he had a high future.
But Roland refused it after only two seconds of consideration. He shook his head and said, "Sorry, I don't know how to offer my faith to the gods."
The angel froze for a few seconds, and a strange expression appeared on her pure, fair, and pretty face. "Why? This is an invitation from my Lord. Shouldn't you feel honored?"
"It is quite an honor." Roland sighed. "But it doesn't mean that I'm going to worship a god."
"You don't want to worship a god?" The angel shook her head rather helplessly. Even this small movement caused a surge in her heart. "Occasionally, such Mages appear. Then I would like to ask, in your eyes, what is a god? "
"A more powerful life form, so powerful that we can't understand it for now."
The angel smiled. "You can't understand it for now? So, when you're strong enough, you'll try to understand it? "
Roland nodded.
After hearing that, the angel slowly floated down and stood on the ground, no longer looking down at Roland, and at the same time, the pale white light around her dispersed.
"As expected of the disciple and disciple of Mystra," the angel said very gently. "Then let's put it another way. How about becoming a Favored?"
A Favored … A person favored by a god. Essentially, a Saint Samurai like Schuck was a Favored.
But Roland still shook his head.
Schuck was different from ordinary people. He was too handsome, and the opposite sex had a high tolerance for him. Even if he occasionally did inappropriate things, the women wouldn't think much of him.
But Roland knew that his charm was mediocre.
Besides, a Favored was essentially in a "weak" position. It felt like a god raising a kitten or a puppy.
Of course, some pets could become a cat master because they were too good-looking, but Roland didn't think that he would be treated like Schuck with his crappy looks.
He knew that most Saint Samurai were cautious and would sincerely pray to the goddess every day. They would take time to read the doctrine and try to fully understand it.
But Schuck, as a Saint Samurai, was different. He traveled around on a red dragon every day and did quests now and then. He rarely paid attention to the doctrine and prayed. However, he made the fastest progress among all the Saint Samurai.
Every time his friends got together, Schuck would always proudly brag about the beautiful scenic spots and wonders he had seen.
He was clearly a combat-type player, but he played the game like he was a spectator.
Roland was never jealous of Schuck's luck with the opposite sex, but he never expected himself to be like Schuck.
Everyone was different. You might not be able to replicate someone else's success and lifestyle.
So, Roland wasn't interested in the Favored.
In Roland's opinion, the Life Goddess probably wanted to raise a puppy, or rather, a puppy with sharp teeth that could occasionally help her bite and tease people for fun.
Roland did not want to be a puppy.
Pretending to consider for a while, Roland slowly raised his head and said, "Sorry, I'm not qualified to be a Favored."
Although he said that he wasn't qualified, it was an obvious rejection.
The angel was smart enough to understand Roland's meaning.
She seemed a little annoyed, but not in a negative way. Instead, it was more like she was annoyed at herself.
As she was in a bad mood, the white wings on her back seemed dimmer.
In the end, she heaved a helpless sigh and rolled her eyes at Roland pitifully. Without saying anything, she flapped her wings and flew straight to the sky, soon disappearing.
Only a few white feathers fell down.
Subconsciously, Roland extended his hand to catch them, only to discover that they were illusions. The feathers passed through Roland's palm and gradually turned transparent.
Retracting his hand, Roland took a deep breath and smelled a vague fragrance.
It smelled like a green apple.
Roland felt more or less exhausted after the angel was gone. He sat on the grass and opened the forum again.
He wanted to figure out what the green halo was for and what was happening in Winterwind.
The stream channel was still live, but the streamer seemed to have left for somewhere near the Church of Life.
"Look, the players of Silver Wings and Sapphire Temple … They all have the mark of a black leaf on their faces."
The streamer sounded rather excited. "It seems that the halo is a symbol for them … Wait, the Templar Knights of the Church of Light are here."
In the stream channel, a lot of Templar Knights in white armor surged in from the city gate. They were divided into several groups, and most of them were cleaning up the debris and rescuing the civilians below.
A group of strong heavy-armored knights began to hunt the players with the mark on their faces.
As long as they saw a player, they would charge forward like a mad dog. Relying on their advantage in numbers and equipment, they would turn the player with the mark on their face into mincemeat.
They wouldn't mince them until they were resurrected.
In the end, three hundred players were blocked near the resurrection point of the Church of Life and couldn't escape at all.
They were surrounded by thousands of white-armored knights.
Although all the Templar Knights were wearing helmets and their faces were hidden, judging from their unhesitant attacks, they had no mercy or mercy for the players with leaf marks on their faces.
They were indifferent and full of fury.
The video in the stream channel showed a gory picture.
The bodies of the players were piled up everywhere and almost blocked the gate of the temple. The mosaics flowed like small ditches, and there were dozens of them.
The air was filled with the intense smell of rust.
The player who was responsible for the stream was also surrounded and trembled in fear. But all the Templar Knights looked at his face and saw that there was no black leaf mark on it, so they ignored him.
Roland exited the direct room and sent a message to Schuck in the guild chat. "Will the black leaf mark disappear after the player dies a few times? Or will it disappear after that? "
"No!" Schuck replied quickly. "Those people are doomed. That's a divine punishment from the Church of Life. The leaf mark will follow them for the rest of their lives. Also, anyone who kills someone with a black leaf mark won't be considered malicious murder. "
Roland was quite surprised. It seemed that Silver Wings and Sapphire Temple were doomed.
Then he asked, "What about the gold mine?"
"It will be protected and managed by the Church of Light for now. After everything is over, it will be returned to the mayor's … heir. The mayor's family was too pitiful. All his soldiers were killed, and he himself was killed. His family would've been annihilated by Jalan Temple if his wife and children hadn't escaped in a secret tunnel. "
Roland heaved a sigh. It turned out that the mayor was proud of his identity as a player.
However, after seeing the tragedy of Winterwind and hearing what happened to the mayor's family, he suddenly felt that the players were no better than the natives of this world.
If they saw enough benefits, they would still commit murder and arson, committing all sorts of atrocities.
Those people were not qualified to play this game anymore!
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