"Is that you want to sacrifice gold coins?"

A young man with short, dazzling blond hair appeared in front of Joyce.

Joyce knew that this man was the third figure in the Vol'jin Temple and was generally responsible for logistics. It is now well known that Ms. Shirley is the bishop of the Vol'jin Temple, and the whole temple is under her control. Ms. Katy is responsible for the safety of the temple. Her Majesty has a group of very good mercenaries. As for this young man, the name seems to be Beta, who is responsible for the repair of the temple, the welfare of the believers, and the construction supervision of the school .

Although it can be regarded as a personal character, it is naturally inferior to Shirley and Katie in terms of importance.

Thinking about it this way, Joyce despised the young man. He said, "Is it you to sacrifice me with gold coins?"

Beta nodded. "That's true."

He saw the discord on Joyce's face, but he didn't care. This man is in Bronze Drum City. After Greenton, the second person who is willing to sacrifice gold coins, as long as he becomes a professional, then it is an excellent publicity point. If the public opinion in the future is good, then you can Solve the future financial problems of the Vol'jin Temple in one fell swoop.

Joyce said unhappily: "Why isn't Ms. Shirley sacrificing gold coins for me?"

"Ms. Shirley is fine too."

Hearing this, Joyce's eyes lit up.

Beta continued: "But Ms. Shirley is a bishop of our temple. She has a distinguished status. If she guides the sacrifice of gold coins, then according to the rules set by our goddess, you will pay a hundred gold coins more."

"It's so expensive!" Joyce stunned his jaw.

Goddess of Workin can convert gold coins into adult experience, one gold coin and one character experience value. And from level zero to lv1, that is, from ordinary people to professionals, it would be better to have one hundred gold coins. But one hundred gold coins is not a small number. Many little aristocrats have no way to reach a hundred gold coins with their savings at home.

Generally speaking, those who can grit their teeth and take out a hundred gold coins and flowers have mostly entered the ranks of middle nobles.

Joyce finally made up his mind to take out a hundred gold coins and turn himself into a professional, but let him pay another hundred gold coins, he was unwilling. Although it is said that Ms. Shirley is very beautiful, one hundred gold coins can help her, which is too expensive.

"Well, it's up to you." Joyce sighed heavily, and he felt more and more that he was not a noble, but a poor man.

In fact, there are only Beta who can start the "gold coin sacrifice" in the entire Workin Temple. The reason why he said this is to dispel Joyce's thoughts and make him mistakenly think that Shirley also has this ability. Information is false, and at some point, it will be protective.

Beta put Joyce into the temple, at this time Shirley was leading the believers to pray. When she saw her master come in, she quickly finished the prayer and then led the believers to both sides.

Beta asked Joyce to stand under the statue, then opened the temple management system, and applied for the "gold coin offering" function.

When Joyce was shrouded in a golden magic circle, Beta let his followers pour one hundred gold coins into the magic circle. About half a minute later, the magic circle disappeared and Joyce came out.

He looked at his hands ... Because Joyce had reached middle age, he also had many wrinkles on his hands, but now, his hands have become smooth and elastic, at first glance it is the hands of young people.

Then he touched his face without a trace of wrinkles, and after walking out of the temple, he shouted into the sky, shouting all the joy and joy. Professionals have a much longer life span than ordinary people.

As a member of the aristocracy, Joyce did not like professionals very much before, and always felt that they were rude. But in essence, including Joyce, the aristocrats are very envious of the professionals, but they can not suffer.

Now that Joyce has become a professional, he feels the vitality in his body, and feels his strength and vitality. If not long ago, he was still a weak chicken who would pant after walking a short distance, now he feels that he is a powerful fighter who can kill the beast with one punch.

As a matter of fact, Joyce became a professional and was not strong enough, but his body became healthier and his life span increased. Joyce ’s basic attributes have grown too bad. His occupation is the worst ‘militias’ of all occupations. It is more than enough to deal with ordinary people, but he can only be beaten when he encounters other occupations.

Joyce wasn't aware of this, and Beta didn't plan to talk to him.

"Mr. Beta, how much gold do I need if I want to increase the power of a second order?" Joyce asked back, "if I have enough gold, can I go on without limit?"

"Theoretically it can, but it's actually impossible." Beta explains: "You are now a normal person and a professional, as long as one hundred gold coins, but to improve the first-class strength, you need two hundred gold coins, and next time you need four. One hundred gold coins, and so on, I think you should be able to figure it out. In the end, the gold coins needed will be an astronomical number. "

Joyce was silent for a while, and then he said, "I will come again tomorrow, two hundred gold coins, right, I will bring them."

At this time Joyce had been conquered by the vitality and strength in his body. He wanted to become more powerful, and for him, the fastest way to become stronger was to sacrifice gold coins.

"Tomorrow morning, I will be waiting for your Excellency." Beta nodded, and then advised: "Although it is easy to gain strength by sacrificing gold coins, I still want to say that my own training is the professional The best way to grow. Gold coins can't help you rise to legend. "

"I'm content to reach the elite."

Joyce smiled, was about to leave, and went to see a white carriage running from not far away and stopped in front of the two.

The white carriage was luxurious, and the white steed was also valiant. Bud came off the carriage, and his eyes swept over Beta and landed on Joyce, which was quite displeased. He originally intended to convert this person to the seat of the goddess of light, but did not expect that the other party actually ran to the Vol'jin Temple.

Many people don't know that Beta is the principal of Vol'jin Temple, but Bud knows.

He smiled slightly at Beta and said, "It's been a long time, sir."

"Yeah, I haven't seen you for a long time." Beta was still a little strange at first, why Bud would come here, but after seeing Joyce, he immediately responded, with a proud smile on his face: "I can only stay here In the poor slums, it is enviable that Lord Bard can attend the aristocratic dances and banquets every day. "

"We are followers of the Goddess of Light, and we never like a life that is too luxurious." Bud pretended to draw a circle around his chest, which is one of the general gestures of prayer in the Temple of Light, and his eyes gradually became Sharpened: "Sir, do you remember our vow?"

"Of course I remember." Beta nodded. "That's why I didn't step into the rich area. Your temple of light is very good at reconnaissance. I think my actions should be under your surveillance."

Bud snorted: "If you didn't go out, then Lord Joyce, why did you come here?"

"He came over by himself." Beta smiled. "I remember our vows very well. I don't want to enter the rich area, and I don't plan to preach to them."

"But Lord Joyce has come to this place." Bud's expression grew colder.

Beta's expression remained so indifferent: "His Excellency Joyce has hands and feet. He wants to come here, and I can't stop him."

"But this is not in accordance with our vow. You have renounced my trust in you."

When Beta heard this, she immediately laughed out: "Trust me! You want me to break the vow. In this way, you can ask the God of justice to punish me. By the way, you can ask for a vow decision in the God of justice, Of course, if the God of Justice believes that I have not betrayed the oath, then you will pay a price. "

Bard threatened not to bluff, "Well, it's better not to have such a thing next time."

Beta said tit-for-tat: "I will not take the initiative to go to the rich area to preach, but they will come over, and I will never refuse. Such a thing will not only have the next time, but also many times. We Okin Temple, never Will not close the door to the devout. "

Bud stared fiercely at Beta, then pulled a smile, and asked Joyce aside: "Sir, didn't I meet you yesterday? I just went to your manor and waited a long time without seeing you come back."

Joyce naturally knew why the two were arguing. He pretended to be embarrassed and said, "I suddenly thought of doing something here ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ So I came here ... yes, I am not letting people go Did you send a message to you, did you not receive it? "

Bud shook his head. If he received it, naturally he would not go to the door again. However, he also knew that there was a nobleman who took the initiative to find the Vol'jin Temple.

Bud glanced at Beta, then said, "Sir Joyce, shall we go back together?"

"Yes!" Joyce had just become a professional, and now he has doubts, and Bud is a famous bishop and a powerful professional. On the way back, Joyce felt that he could ask him questions about the professional.

Bud didn't look at Beta anymore, and he didn't say goodbye. He pulled Joyce into the carriage and let the driver drive out of the slum.

In the writhing carriage, Bard was thinking about how to speak, and asked Joyce what reason to go to the Vol'jin Temple, but the latter suddenly took the lead to speak: "Hello Bard, you have a lot of knowledge, I think I want to ask you one thing, is the militia profession really powerful? "

Bud stunned: "Militia ... Do you mean the cavalry reserve militia, or the professional militia?"

"I'm a militia now. Professional." Joyce looked at Bud eagerly. "Have you know the strengths and weaknesses of a militia?"

Bud was startled: "How do you know that you are a militia, and professionals are not so good at it."