At first, Roland felt that it was too expensive, but then he realized that it was wrong.
Two gold coins for a life was already a very good deal. He thought carefully and realized that he had such an idea mainly because he had a comparison.
Falken from Red Mountain Town was also a Priest of Life. He never charged for his treatment.
One of them was free, and the other charged two gold coins! It seemed that the latter was an unscrupulous businessman.
But in fact, the latter was the norm. Think about it. How many people did Red Mountain Town have? Delpon, on the other hand, had a population of almost a million. If the treatment was free … the middle-aged Priest would be exhausted from morning to night without any rest.
On the ritual table, the girl's wounds were healing, and her face was redder and redder. Her breathing could even be heard.
Reassured, Roland took out the two gold coins from his system Backpack and gave them to the middle-aged Priest.
Seeing that, the soldier said to Betta and Roland respectfully, "Your Excellencies, I'll inform Old Vincent to pick up his daughter."
Seeing that the soldier left, Roland and Betta sat on the stone chairs and breathed heavily. They were exhausted after running for such a long time. This was a prayer hall. There were multiple benches for the believers to sit and listen to the preaching. The two of them did not want to stand up after they sat down.
The middle-aged Priest had short brown hair and no facial hair. He looked rather handsome. Tossing the two gold coins in his hand, he looked at Roland and Betta with interest for a while, and then said with a weird smile, "Two gold coins to save a lowly woman, and this woman is not even beautiful. You guys are really willing to spend it."
Betta frowned. He was not happy to hear that.
Unlike Betta, who had just graduated from high school, Roland had been working in the outside world for a long time. So, he understood that the middle-aged Priest was actually complimenting him despite his apparent mockery.
He smiled at the middle-aged Priest but did not say anything.
However, Betta said angrily, "You can save more people. Why are you charging so much? Are you going to give up on those civilians whose lives are in danger? Is the central doctrine of the Church of Life that money is more important than anything else? "
The middle-aged Priest looked at Betta with a smile. "Noble young master, do you not like me?"
Betta still wanted to say something, but Roland stopped him. "Stop. You might have misunderstood someone."
Betta believed Roland's words, so he didn't say anything else, but he still looked a little unconvinced.
The middle-aged man looked at Beta and said with a smile, "If you had questioned me personally, I would have ignored you. But since you have questioned my faith, I will have to explain myself!"
Betta still had an unconvinced expression on his face.
"I can see that you also know how to cast spells. Of course you know that us priests are the same as warlocks, we have a limit on the number of times we can cast. For example, I could only store up to six casts of the 'Heal Heavy Wounds' divine spell, and I could only use it once every three hours. In other words, even if I don't sleep, I can only use this magic eight times a day. "
Betta frowned and said, "But you could've saved at least six people, instead of turning the civilians away with high fees."
After staying in Red Mountain Town for more than a month, Betta had learned a lot about this world. If the civilians sold all the produce of a family of five, they might not be able to save one gold coin in a year.
It meant that the price of two gold coins was unattainable for ordinary people. If their lives were really in danger, they wouldn't be able to pay the money.
"That's why the young master is the young master." The middle-aged Priest put on a weird smile. "Even if you are kind, you are too naive."
Betta frowned even harder. He wanted to hear how the middle-aged Priest would argue.
Roland, on the other hand, had vaguely guessed what the middle-aged Priest was going to say.
"It's true that the civilians who are saved will be grateful to me if I save them for free, but it will indirectly kill more people," said the middle-aged Priest casually.
Betta sneered. "How is that possible?"
"The Church of Life buys coarse food to help the poor every day. It is safe to say that many poor people can only survive because of our relief. " The middle-aged Priest sat next to Betta and said condescendingly, "Where does the money for the coarse food come from? From the nobles like you. "
Betta was of a mind to say that he wasn't a noble, but when he thought of his identity as a Divine Noble, he didn't argue. Instead, he said, "But that doesn't stop you from treating the civilians at a cheaper price."
Roland sighed. He knew that Betta didn't understand what the man meant.
The middle-aged Priest laughed. "If I use all my divine spells on the civilians, where will the money of the church come from? Also, the nobles attach great importance to their dignity and identity. If I dare to treat the civilians for free, they will never visit my church again. They think that the civilians are even more honorable than they are. Without the nobles' money, how can the church survive? Without money, we can't even feed ourselves, let alone help the civilians! "
Betta opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything.
He couldn't find any rebuttal.
The middle-aged Priest looked at Betta with a vague smile. "I don't expect your understanding, but please don't insult my faith. The Life Goddess is benevolent and loves people. You can take a rest here. It's rare to run into two kind-hearted nobles. "
After that, the middle-aged Priest rose and left.
Betta sat in his chair, deep in thought. He was only eighteen years old and had just graduated from high school. He had been living in an ivory tower and had never been out of society. Naturally, he had never encountered such a choice.
Roland didn't say anything. He was taking a rest.
It didn't matter if he was a kid. It was better to be taught a lesson by an NPC in the game than to be taught a lesson in real life.
At this moment, a bunch of people appeared outside of the church. Several middle-aged men in ragged clothes rushed in and were both surprised and delighted to see the girl on the ritual table. One of the women wiped her tears hard.
Then, time and space stopped. Today's game time was up.
Climbing out of the virtual cabin, Roland took a routine shower. Then, he opened the forum and posted the video he recorded to the forum. He also wrote the title, "Can Forensic Students or Criminal Detectives Help Find Clues". The main content of the video was the scene where the body was dumped in a cave in the woods.
Of course, the critical parts of the girl were censored.
She was rescued! The mission was accomplished! But Roland didn't think it was over yet!
He was very, very interested in finding out who did it.
Then, in no more than ten minutes, the thread was highlighted, and the number of replies soared.
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