At first, Roland felt it was a bit expensive, but then he found that the idea was wrong.

It was already very cost-effective to exchange two gold coins for a life. He thought about it carefully and found that the reason why he had this idea was mainly because of comparison.

Falken, of Red Clay Town, is also a life priest, and he never charges for helping people with treatment.

One is free, and the other is charged two gold coins! It seems that the latter is very unconscienced and is a profiteer.

But in fact, the latter is the normal market. Think about it, what population is Red Tu Town? The population of Delbon City is nearly one million. If treatment is free... This middle-aged pastor must be busy from morning to night, or even without rest, and will be exhausted to death.

On the sacrificial platform, the girl's wounds continued to heal, and her face became more and more rosy, and she could even hear her breathing faintly.

Roland felt relieved and took out the two gold coins that had not been long since they were obtained from the system backpack and gave them to the middle-aged priest.

Seeing this, the soldier respectfully said to Beta and Roland: "Two Your Excellencies, I will inform Old Cent to come and take her daughter away."

Seeing the soldiers leave, Roland and Beta sat down in the stone chair, panting. They ran for so long and were exhausted. This was a prayer hall, with rows of benches for believers to sit down and listen to teachings. The two of them didn't want to stand up after sitting down.

The middle-aged priest had short brown hair, white face and no beard. He looked at him with a handsome gentlemanly feeling. He gently threw two gold coins in his hand, looked at Roland and Beta for a while with interest, and then said with a strange smile: "Two gold coins to save a pariah woman, and this woman is not pretty, you really want to do so."

Beta frowned, he was very unhappy when he heard this.

Unlike Beta, a newly graduated high school student, Roland has worked outside and has more experience, so he understands the middle-aged pastor’s words that are ridiculous on the surface but are actually praised.

He smiled at the middle-aged pastor and said nothing.

But Beta said unhappily at this time: "You can save more people, why do you charge so much? Do you give up those civilians who are in danger? The core doctrine of the Temple of Life is to stop teaching and ask for money when you die?"

The middle-aged priest looked at Beta with a smile: "Young Master, you're so upset about me?"

Beta wanted to say something else, but Roland stopped him: "Stop talking, you might have misunderstood someone else."

Beta believed Roland's words, so he didn't say anything, but his face still seemed a little dissatisfied.

The middle-aged man looked at Beta and smiled and said, "If you question me personally, I'm too lazy to pay attention to you, but if you question my beliefs, I have to explain it carefully!"

Beta still had a dissatisfaction expression.

"You can see that you know how to cast spells too. Of course you know that we priests, like warlocks, have a maximum number of castings. Like me, we can only store the "Healing Severe Injury" magic technique that was just now, and we will recover the number of castings every three hours. In other words, even if I don't sleep, I can only use this magic technique eight times a day."

Beta frowned and said, "But you can save at least six people instead of keeping ordinary civilians out at a high price."

After staying in Hongtu Town for more than a month, Beta also learned a lot of common sense in this world. Ordinary civilians do not eat or drink, and all the outputs of the family of five are sold for money, and they may not be able to save a gold coin a year.

In other words, the price of two gold coins is an undesirable number for ordinary people. If they are really in urgent need of life, they will not be able to pay the money.

"So the eldest master is the eldest master." A strange smile appeared on the middle-aged pastor's face: "Even if you have a kind heart, you are too naive."

Beta frowned even deeper, and he wanted to hear how the middle-aged priest quibble.

And Roland had actually vaguely guessed what the middle-aged priest wanted to say.

"Indeed, if I save people for free, the rescued civilians will thank me, but this will indirectly kill more people." The middle-aged pastor said lightly.

Beta showed a sneer: "How is that possible!"

"We in the Temple of Life buy some coarse grains every day to help the poor. It can be said that many poor people can survive by relying on our relief." The middle-aged pastor sat beside Beta and said with a look down attitude: "Where does this money for buying coarse grains come from? It was taken out from you nobles."

Beta wanted to say that he was not a noble, but when he thought about his identity as a 'God-born noble', he did not refute this, but said: "But this does not affect your treatment of civilians at a cheaper price."

Roland sighed, knowing that Beta didn't understand what the other person meant.

The middle-aged priest laughed: "If my magical skills are used on civilians, where does the money from our temple come from? And the nobles pay great attention to the sense of distance between dignity and identity. If I dare to treat civilians for free, they will never come to my temple again in the future. Because they think that when this happens, civilians are even more noble than them. Without the nobles paying for medical treatment, how can the temple be maintained? Without the money, we can't even support ourselves, so how can we help the civilians!"

Beta opened her mouth and couldn't speak.

He couldn't find any rebuttal.

The middle-aged pastor looked at Beta with a smile: "I don't ask for your understanding, but please do not insult my faith. The goddess of life is kind and loves the world. You can rest here first, it's rare to meet two nobles with kindness."

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

Beta sat in a chair and fell into deep thought. He was only eighteen years old and had just graduated from high school. He had been living in the ivory tower before and had never left society. Naturally, he had never encountered such a choice to give up the small and protect the big.

Roland didn't say anything, he was resting.

It doesn’t matter if children suffer more setbacks. It’s better to be taught a lesson by NPC in the game than to suffer a big loss if they really go out to society.

At this time, a group of people appeared outside the temple. Several middle-aged men in worn clothes rushed in and saw the girl on the sacrificial platform. They were both surprised and happy. A woman wiped her tears hard.

Then, time and space are still, and today's game time has come.

Climbing out of the virtual cabin, Roland took a routine bath, then opened the forum, posted the video I recorded before to the forum, and wrote the title "Ask students of the forensic department, or uncle from the criminal investigation to help find clues". The main content of the video is the scene of the throwing of the body in the woods cave.

Of course, the girl's key parts were hit with Masek.

The man was rescued! The mission was completed! But Roland felt that things were not over!

Who did this? He is very, very interested in finding out.

Then, in less than ten minutes, the posts were refined, and the number of posts on the floor rose at an extremely fast speed.
Chapter completed!