One is an old man who is in his twilight years and is covered in blood.

One is a young man with a whole body, fine skin and tender flesh.

Roland has read a lot of books on religion, and of course it is mostly gossip. I heard that the priests of a certain divine religion particularly like little boys. Roland feels that his current character is only seventeen years old. Is it also a little boy in the eyes of that old man?

Thinking of this, he felt that the back of the teeth were swelling and pain, and then he began to be alert and jumped backwards. There was a sacrificial platform between the two of them. There was an obstacle, so he felt much more at ease.

Perhaps because of the negative effect of resurrection, Roland felt much more comfortable. He blocked his vital parts with one hand, and then looked at the other person with a burning look.

If it is in real society, he will be absolutely worth it. As long as the other party dares to act something wrong, he will beat the other party to the ground for teeth. But now he is in a very realistic game, where the other party is a priest of the Temple of Life.

Unlike the kidney deficiency priest who is big belly and cares for little boys all day in reality, he doesn’t know how to call himself a priest in the game.

Seeing the vigilant look of the young man opposite, Falken smiled at him. Perhaps his calm temperament played a role, and the young man opposite looked much better. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Falken raised his hand and pointed at the forehead of the young man opposite.

Roland had already put a little bit of alert, but he didn't expect that the other party would use magic when he disagrees. He saw a green ball of light attacking him. The speed was not very fast. Roland hurriedly avoided the side, but the ball of light had a certain tracking ability. He turned a corner and hit Roland's forehead. Then he deformed like a jelly, seeping into the skin, through the skull, and into the brain.

Roland thought the other party wanted to kill him, but after all, it was not a strange thing for players to be killed by NPC. He thought he would experience another severe pain caused by a head explosion, but unexpectedly, he felt nothing after only a few seconds of pain.

"Young man, you should be able to understand what I say now."

A gentle voice came from the opposite side. This was not any language Roland knew, but at this time he could understand the other person's meaning.

Roland was stunned for a moment, but soon realized. He stroked his forehead and sucked the air conditioner, saying, "Learn language? Old man, wait first and let me put on my clothes."

Even if the pastor on the other side did not have that hobby, Roland did not like to show his body naked. He quickly found the option of "Picking Up Body" in the system prompts the world, and then clicked to confirm.

In just a few seconds, Roland's headless body turned into countless small white squares, pulled into a beautiful belt of light, flew to Roland and melted into his body, while the brain and blood that were splashing around turned into smaller flakes and flew into his body.

This scene was very beautiful. Not only that, the whole church turned back to its original appearance, but the blood and brains on Falken's clothes also disappeared without a trace.

The entire environment suddenly changed from a gloomy slaughterhouse to a quiet and peaceful chapel.

Roland received a system prompt in his consciousness: You have recovered your "body" and retrieved the 50% of the characters' experience value lost due to death. The recovery value is: 0.

Because Roland was "born", his head was slaughtered by magic power and he did not obtain any character experience value at all, so it was naturally impossible to get any character experience value back.

When all these white light blocks returned to Roland's body, another set of clothes appeared on his body, which was the gray-brown linen cloth he wore in front.

With clothes on his body, Roland's empty heart was relieved. He nodded to the other party and said, "Old man, please trouble you. How long does this linguistic magic last?"

"About three hours." Falken's voice was filled with the old man's unique weakness and hoarseness. He felt that the other party should be the son of the gold mentioned in the oracle and did not run away: "If I were young, I could have been able to maintain it for more than five hours."

Most old people like to miss their great achievements when they were young. Although this old man is a pastor and a npc, it is no exception. Roland smiled in his heart, but said in a normal manner on his face: "My name is Roland, what is your name?"

"Falken!"

After saying his name, Falken looked at the other party’s young man with old eyes. Judging from the conversation and behavior just now, the other party seemed to not understand any etiquette, but there was a strange characteristic on his body, which made people feel that the other party spoke like this, without any impoliteness.

Although Falken was a priest and an old man, he worked as a mercenary for two years when he was young, in the eyes of ordinary people, he was not only a noble profession, but also a priest who saved the world. But in essence, Falken was still just a slightly outstanding human being. Since he settled here, he has lost his source of intelligence.

Many times, intelligence is not only intelligence, it can also become a kind of knowledge.

Losing intelligence and hiding in a small town is actually a disguised source of knowledge. Falken is very clear that he has not made any progress in the past few decades, but has regressed a lot.

But he did not regret it. Nailing the goddess' glory into this town is what he deserves to be proud of.

Although the golden son in front of him looks easy to talk to, who knows what is going on in his heart? However, the other party can be resurrected from the goddess's sacrificial platform, so I think it should be closer to the goddess.

"Your Excellency Roland, you should be the son of gold, right?" Falken asked carefully. Before he understood the young man's nature, he should be cautious in everything: "A few days ago, the goddess descended the oracle and said that you would come to this world from the outer plane and live with us."

So in the game, is the player setting like this? Roland feels a little novel... In most games, players are set as saviors, or other powerful special characters, but this is the first time they are regarded as an alien race.

But thinking about it, there are 500,000 players... there can't be 500,000 saviors.

Roland nodded: "I should be the son of gold you mentioned. It is indeed from the outer plane... Old man, can I ask a question?"

Falken smiled and said, "Please say it."

"Where is this?" Roland looked around: "I know this is the church of the Goddess of Life, but what I want to know is where I am now."

Falken turned and pushed open the wooden door. The morning sunshine poured into the church like orange water, bright and warm.

He was bathed in the sun, and he seemed to have an aperture on his body, and turned around and smiled at Roland.
Chapter completed!