Noble Emblem

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"You just want to make a gold coin sacrifice?"

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

Joyce knew that this man was the third person in the Waking Temple and was generally responsible for logistics matters. It is now known that Lady Shirley is the Bishop of Watkin Temple and the entire temple is under her charge. Ms. Katie is responsible for the security of the temple. She has a group of very powerful mercenaries under her command. As for this young man, his name seems to be Beta. He is responsible for the repair of the temple, the welfare of believers, and the construction supervision of the school, etc. .

Although he can be regarded as a person, he is naturally not as important as Shirley and Katie.

Thinking like this, Joyce began to look down upon the young man. He said, "Are you going to sacrifice gold coins to me?"

Beta nodded: "Indeed."

He saw the uneasiness on Joyce's face, but he didn't care. This man is the second person in the Bronze Drum City who is willing to sacrifice gold coins after Glinton. As long as he becomes a professional, it will be an excellent publicity point. If the public opinion is guided well, then it can be Solve the future financial problems of Watkin Temple in one fell swoop.

Joyce said unhappily: "Why didn't Ms. Shirley perform a gold coin sacrifice for me?"

"Ms. Shirley is okay too."

Hearing this, Joyce's eyes lit up.

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

"So expensive!" Joyce's jaw dropped.

Goddess Wojin can convert gold coins into character experience, one gold coin is one point of character experience. And to upgrade from level zero to level 1, that is, from an ordinary person to a professional, it takes about one hundred gold coins. But one hundred gold coins is not a small amount. Many small nobles have absolutely no way to reach a hundred gold coins in their family savings.

Generally speaking, those who can grit their teeth and take out a hundred gold coins in one breath have probably entered the ranks of middle-class nobles.

Joyce finally made up his mind to spend one hundred gold coins to turn himself into a professional, but he was unwilling to pay another hundred gold coins. Although Ms. Shirley is very beautiful, asking her to do a favor for just one hundred gold coins is too high a price.

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

In fact, in the entire Wojin Temple, Beta is the only one who can activate the 'Gold Coin Sacrifice'. The reason why he said this was to dissuade Joyce from thinking about it, and also to make him mistakenly think that Shirley also had this ability. The information is false and true, and at some point, it will play a protective role.

Beta put Joyce into the temple. At this time, Shirley was guiding the believers to pray. When she saw her master coming in, she quickly finished the prayer and then guided the believers to both sides.

Beta asked Joyce to stand under the statue of the goddess, then opened the temple management system and applied for the 'gold coin sacrifice' function.

When Joyce was enveloped by the golden magic circle, Beta asked his followers to pour a 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, his hands also had many wrinkles, but now, his hands had become smooth and elastic, and they looked like the hands of a young man.

Then he touched his wrinkle-free face, walked out of the temple, and roared to the sky, roaring out all the joy and joy in his heart. The lifespan of professionals is much longer than that of ordinary people.

As a member of the aristocracy, Joyce used to not like professionals and always found them rude. But in fact, the nobles, including Joyce, envied professionals in their hearts, but they couldn't bear the hardship.

Now that Joyce has become a professional, he feels the majestic vitality in his body, his strength and vitality. If not long ago, he was a weakling who would get out of breath after walking a short distance, then now, he feels like a powerful warrior who can kill beasts with one punch.

In fact, Joyce did not become any stronger as a professional, but his body became healthier and his life span became longer. The growth of Joyce's basic attributes is too poor. His profession is the worst of all professions, the 'militiaman'. It is more than enough to deal with ordinary people, but when encountering other professions, he can only be beaten.

But Joyce didn't know this, and Beta didn't intend to elaborate on it with him.

"Your Excellency Beta, if I want to improve my strength to another level, how many gold coins will it cost?" Joyce turned around and asked, "If I have enough gold coins, can I continue to improve without limit?"

"Theoretically it's possible, but in practice it's impossible." Beta explained: "You only need one hundred gold coins to change from an ordinary person to a professional, but to improve your first-level strength, you need two hundred gold coins, and the next time you need four hundred gold coins. One hundred gold coins, and so on, I think you should be able to calculate that in the end, the number of gold coins required 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 it over."

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

"Tomorrow morning, I will wait for you here." Beta nodded, and then advised: "Although it is easy to gain strength by sacrificing gold coins, I still want to say that one's own training is what makes a professional The best way to grow. Gold coins can’t help you upgrade to legend.”

“I’m very satisfied to reach the elite level.”

Joyce smiled and was about to leave when he saw a white carriage running from a short distance away and stopped in front of the two of them.

The white carriage was very luxurious, and the white horse was also very heroic. Bud got off the carriage, his eyes swept over Beta, and fell on Joyce, feeling quite unhappy. He originally planned to convert this person to the Goddess of Light in person, but he did not expect that the other person actually came to the Waking Temple.

Many people don't know that Beta is the person in charge of the Waking Temple, but Bard knows.

He smiled at Beta and said, "Long time no see, Your Excellency."

"Yeah, long time no see." Beta was a little surprised at first as to why Bud came here to work, but after seeing Joyce, he immediately reacted with a proud smile on his face: "I can only stay here. In this pitiful slum, Lord Bard can attend the balls and banquets of the nobles every day, which is really enviable."

"We are believers of the Goddess of Light, and we never like a life that is too luxurious." Bard pretended to draw a circle on his chest. This is one of the common prayer gestures of the Temple of Light. His eyes gradually became He became fierce: "Your Excellency, do you still remember our oath?"

"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."

But Bud snorted: "If you didn't go out, then why did Mr. Joyce come here."

"He came here by himself." Beta chuckled: "I remember our oath very clearly. I will not enter the rich area, nor do I intend to preach to them."

"But Mr. Joyce came to this place." Bud's expression became colder and colder.

Beta's expression was still so indifferent: "Your Excellency Joyce has hands and feet. If he wants to come here, naturally I can't stop him."

"But this is inconsistent with our oath. You betrayed my trust in you."

When Beta heard this, he immediately laughed: "Trust! You wish I broke my oath. In this way, you can ask the God of Justice to punish me. By the way, you can ask the God of Justice to make an oath judgment, Of course, if the God of Justice thinks that I have not betrayed my oath, then you will have to pay a price."

Seeing that he couldn't be deceived, Bud threatened: "Huh, it's best not to happen again."

Beta said tit for tat: "I will not take the initiative to preach in wealthy areas, but if they want to come, I will never refuse. Such a thing will not only happen next time, but also many times. Our Waking Temple has never The door will not be closed to the pious.”

Bud stared at Beta fiercely for a while, then smiled and asked Joyce on the side: "Sir, didn't I make an appointment with you yesterday? I went to your manor just now, and I didn't see you after waiting for a long time. return."

Joyce naturally knew why the two people were quarreling. He pretended to be embarrassed and said: "I suddenly thought of doing something here, so I came over... By the way, I didn't ask someone to send you a message. Well, didn’t you receive it?”

Bud shook his head. If he had received it, he would naturally not visit again. But because of this, he also knew that a noble actually came to Wojin Temple on his own initiative.

Bud glanced at Beta, and then said: "Sir Joyce, how about we go back together?"

"Okay!" Joyce had just become a professional, and now he was full of questions. But Bud was a famous bishop and a powerful professional. On the way back, Joyce felt that she could ask him about professional issues.

Bud didn't look at Beta again, let alone say goodbye. He directly pulled Joyce into the carriage, and then asked the coachman to drive away from the slums.

In the slightly swaying carriage, Bard was thinking about how to speak, and when he asked Joyce why he came to Watkin Temple, the latter suddenly spoke first: "Sir Bard, you are well-informed, I think. Let me ask you something: is the militia profession great?"

Bud was stunned for a moment: "Militia... do you mean the cavalry reserve militia, or the professional militia?"

"I am now a militiaman. A professional." Joyce looked at Bud eagerly: "Sir, do you know the advantages and disadvantages of the militia?"

Bud was shocked: "How do you know you are a militia? Professionals are not that easy to be."