Mages Are Too OP

Roland felt a little expensive at first, but then found out it wasn't the right idea.

Two gold coins for one life is already a good deal. He thought about it and found that there was a major contrast in the way he came up with this idea.

Falcon of Red Earth Town, also a life priest, never charges for treating people.

One free, one two gold coins! Looks like the latter has no conscience and is a traitor.

But in fact, the latter is the normal course of action. Think about it. How many people live in Red Earth? And the population of Derbonne is nearly a million, and if treated free of charge... this middle-aged priest has to be busy from morning to night, or even without a break, he will be exhausted alive.

On the altar table, the girl's wounds continued to heal, and her face became more and more red, even hidden from hearing her breathing.

Relax, Roland took two gold coins out of the system backpack that he didn't have long before giving them to the middle-aged priest.

The soldiers met and respectfully said to Betta and Roland: "Your Excellencies, I'm going to tell Old Saint to come and fetch her daughter. ”

When the soldiers left, Roland and Betta sat in a stone chair, gasping, and they ran for so long, they were exhausted. This is the prayer hall, with rows of benches for the believers to sit down and listen to the Reminder, so they do not want to stand up.

The middle-aged priest had short brown hair, no need for white face, and looked a little handsome and gentleman. He tossed two gold coins in his hand and gauged Roland and Betta with interest before smiling weirdly: "Two gold coins, save a slut woman, and she's not pretty yet, and you deserve it. ”

Betta frowned, and he was uncomfortable hearing that.

Unlike Berta, a freshly graduated high school student, Roland worked outside and had more experience, so he understood that the middle-aged pastor was ostensibly a tone, but essentially a compliment.

He smiled at the middle-aged priest and did not speak.

Betta was upset when she said, "You can save more people. Why are you charging so much?" Those civilians whose lives are in danger, did you give up? The core doctrine of the Temple of Life is whether to teach death or not. ”

The middle-aged priest looked at Beta with a smile: "Young nobleman, do you see how upset I am? ”

Betta wanted to say something else, but Roland stopped him: "Stop it, you may have misunderstood someone else. ”

Lorraine's words, Betta believed them, so she didn't speak anymore, but she still looked a little uncomfortable.

The middle-aged man looked at Betta and laughed: "If you question me personally, I'm lazy with you, but if you question my faith, I'll have to explain it! ”

Betta still looks uncomfortable.

“As you can see, you know how to do it, and of course you know that we priests, like magicians, have a maximum number of times to do it. Like me, I can only store up to six of the ‘healing of severe injuries' spells I've just had, recovering about once every three hours. That is, even if I don't sleep, I can only use this magic eight times a day. ”

Berta frowned, “But you can save at least six people, not keep ordinary civilians out of the door for a high price. ”

After spending more than a month in Red Earth Town, Beta also learned a lot about the common sense of the world. Ordinary civilians do not eat or drink, the output of the House of Five is sold in full, and not necessarily a gold coin can be saved for a year.

In other words, the price of two gold coins is a difficult number for ordinary people. If their lives were in danger, they couldn't have given up the money.

“So Young Master is Young Master.” The middle-aged priest has a strange smile on his face: “Even with a good heart, you are too naive. ”

Betta frowned deeper and wanted to hear how the middle-aged priest argued.

And Roland actually implicitly guessed what the middle-aged priest was trying to say.

“Indeed, if I save people for free, those civilians who are saved will thank me, but indirectly it will kill more people.” The middle-aged priest said softly.

Betta revealed a slight smile: "How is that possible! ”

“Our Temple of Life buys some coarse food every day to help the poor. To put it this way, many of the poor can survive on our relief.” The middle-aged priest sat beside Beta and said with a gaze: "And where did this money come from to buy coarse food? It was taken from you nobles. ”

Beta wanted to say that she was not a nobleman, but thinking about her status as a 'nobleman of divine descent' did not refute that, but said: "This does not affect your ability to treat civilians at a cheaper price. ”

Roland sighed, knowing that Betta didn't understand each other.

The middle-aged priest laughed: “Where does our temple's money come from if my number of magic tricks is spent on civilians? And nobles care about dignity and a sense of identity. If I dare to treat civilians for free, they will never come to my temple again. Because they feel that when this happens, civilians are even more noble than they are. Without the nobility to pay for the disease, how to sustain the temple, without the money, we can't even feed ourselves, and how to help the civilian population! ”

Betta opened her mouth and couldn't speak.

He couldn't find anything to refute.

The middle-aged priest looked at Beta with a smile and a smile: "I do not ask for your understanding, but please do not insult my faith, goddess of life, merciful and caring for the world. Rest here before you encounter two nobles of some kindness. ”

After that, the middle-aged priest got up and left.

Betta sat on the chair and fell into contemplation. He was only eighteen years old, had just graduated from high school, had lived in an ivory tower before, had never been out of society, and naturally had not encountered such a small option.

Roland didn't say anything, he was resting.

It doesn't matter if children suffer more setbacks, they are taught by NPC in the game, and it's always better to lose more than to really be in society.

At this time, a group of people appeared outside the temple, a few old and dilapidated middle-aged men rushed in and saw the young girl on the altar, surprised and surprised, and a woman wiped tears hard.

Later, time and space stood still, and today's game time was up.

Climbing out of the virtual compartment, Roland routinely took a bath, then opened the forum and sent the previously recorded video to the forum, writing the title "Ask Forensic Students, or Uncle Criminal Investigator to Help Find a Down Clue", which mainly covered the site of the dump in the woodland cave.

Of course, the key part of the girl hits Masak.

Someone's back! Mission accomplished! But Roland thinks it's not over!

Whoever did this, he was very, very interested in finding out.

Then, in less than 10 minutes, the poster is refined and the floor rollback rises at an extremely fast rate.

Every posting is filled with the rage of the internet.