Tit for tat

"You're the one who wants to perform a gold coin sacrifice?"

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

Joyce knew him. He was the third most important person in the Church of Woking, who was usually in charge of logistics. It was well known that Ms. Shirley was the bishop of the Church of Woking, and the entire temple was under her management. Ms. Katie, on the other hand, was responsible for the safety of the temple. She had a bunch of powerful mercenaries under her command. As for this young man, his name seemed to be Beta. He was responsible for the repair of the temple, the welfare of the believers, and the supervision of the school.

Although he was also a big shot, he wasn't as important as Ms. Shirley and Ms. Katie.

With this thought in mind, Joyce looked down on the young man and said, "Are you the one who will perform the gold coin sacrifice for me?"

Beta nodded. "Indeed."

He saw the displeasure on Joyce's face, but he didn't care. This man was the second person in Bronze Drum City who was willing to perform a gold coin sacrifice after Grinton. As long as he became a professional, he would be a great point of publicity. If the public opinion was guided well, the future financial problems of the Church of Woking could be resolved.

Joyce, however, said unhappily, "Why can't Ms. Shirley perform a gold coin sacrifice for me?"

"Ms. Shirley can do it too."

Hearing that, Joyce's eyes glittered.

Beta continued, "But Ms. Shirley is an honorable bishop of our temple. If she conducts the gold coin sacrifice, you'll have to pay an extra hundred gold coins according to the rules set by our goddess."

"That's so expensive!" Joyce was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped.

The goddess of Woking could convert gold coins into character experience, one gold coin for one character experience point. Leveling up from level zero to level one, which was from an ordinary person to a professional, cost a hundred gold coins. However, a hundred gold coins wasn't a small number. Many minor nobles couldn't even have a hundred gold coins in their savings.

Generally speaking, those who could grit their teeth and spend a hundred gold coins in one go were mostly middle-level nobles.

Joyce had finally made up his mind to fork out a hundred gold coins to turn himself into a professional, but he wasn't willing to fork out another hundred gold coins. Although Ms. Shirley was beautiful, a hundred gold coins for her help was too much.

"Alright, I'll leave it to you." Joyce sighed heavily. He increasingly felt that he was not a noble, but a poor man.

As a matter of fact, Beta was the only one in the Temple of Woking who could activate the gold coin sacrifice. The reason why he said that was to dispel Joyce's idea, and at the same time, to mislead him into thinking that Shirley had the same ability. Sometimes, the truth and falsehood of the information would play a protective role.

Beta brought Joyce into the temple. At this time, Shirley was leading the believers to pray. Seeing her master come in, she quickly finished the prayer and led the believers to the sides.

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

When Joyce was enveloped by the golden magic array, Beta had his attendants pour a hundred gold coins into the magic array. About half a minute later, the magic array disappeared, and Joyce walked out.

He looked at his hands … Because Joyce was already middle-aged, there were many wrinkles on his hands. But now, his hands had become smooth and elastic. It was obvious that they were the hands of a young man.

Then, he touched his wrinkle-free face and walked out of the shrine. He let out a long roar towards the sky, letting out all the joy and happiness in his heart. The lifespan of a professional was much longer than that of an ordinary person.

As a member of the nobility, Joyce didn't like professionals before and always felt that they were rude. But in reality, including Joyce, the nobles envied professionals, except that they couldn't take hardship.

Now that Joyce had become a professional, he felt the majestic vitality in his body, and he could feel his strength and vitality. If not long ago, he was a weak chicken who would gasp after walking for a short distance, now, he felt that he was a powerful warrior who could kill a beast with one punch.

In fact, Joyce wasn't much stronger after becoming a professional. It was just that his body became healthier and his lifespan increased. Joyce's basic attribute growth was too low. His class was "Militia," which was the weakest of all the classes. It was more than enough to deal with ordinary people, but when he encountered other professionals, he would only be beaten up.

However, Joyce didn't know that, and Beta didn't intend to explain it to him in detail.

"Mr. Beta, if I want to increase my strength by another level, how many gold coins will it cost?" Joyce turned back and asked, "If I have enough gold coins, can I increase it without limit?"

"In theory, yes, but in reality, it's impossible." Beta explained, "You only need 100 gold coins to become a professional from an ordinary person, but to increase your strength by one level, you need 200 gold coins, and the next level, you need 400 gold coins, and so on. I think you should be able to calculate that in the end, the gold coins needed will be an astronomical figure."

Joyce was silent for a moment, then he said, "I'll come again tomorrow. Two hundred gold coins, right? I'll bring it."

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 through gold coin sacrifice.

"Tomorrow morning, I'll be here waiting for you, sir." Beta nodded and then advised, "Although it's easy to gain strength by sacrificing gold coins, I still want to say that self-training is the best way for a professional to grow. Gold coins can't help you advance to Legendary. "

"I'm already very satisfied to be able to reach Elite."

Joyce smiled and was about to leave when he saw a white carriage coming from afar and stopping in front of the two of them.

The white carriage was very luxurious, and the white horse looked very heroic. Bard got off the carriage, and his gaze swept past Beta and fell on Joyce with some displeasure. He had originally planned to convert this person to the Goddess of Light himself, but he didn't expect him to come to the Woking Temple.

Many people didn't know that Beta was the person in charge of the Woking Temple, but Bard knew.

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

"Yes, long time no see." At first, Beta was a little puzzled as to why Bard would work here, but after seeing Joyce, he immediately reacted, and a proud smile appeared on his face. "I can only stay in this poor slum, but Sir Bard can attend the nobles' balls and banquets every day. How enviable."

"We are believers of the Goddess of Light, and we never like too luxurious a life." Bard pretended to draw a circle on his chest, which was one of the common gestures used in prayer in the Brilliance Shrine. His eyes gradually became fierce. "Sir, do you still remember our vow?" he asked.

"Of course." Beta nodded. "That's why I didn't step into the rich area. The Temple of Light is very good at reconnaissance, so I think my actions should be under your surveillance. "

Bard snorted. "If you didn't go out, then why is Sir Joyce here?"

"He walked here by himself." Beta chuckled. "I remember our oath very clearly. I won't enter the rich area, and I don't intend to preach to them."

"But Sir Joyce came here." Bard's expression became colder and colder.

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

"But this is not in line with our oath. You have betrayed my trust in you."

Betta burst into laughter the moment he heard that. "Trust! You can't wait for me to betray the oath, right? This way, you can ask the God of Justice to punish me. Oh, right, you can ask the God of Justice to make a judgment on the oath. Of course, if the God of Justice thinks that I didn't betray the oath, then you will have to pay a price. "

Seeing that his bluff didn't work, Bard threatened, "Hmph, this better not happen again."

Beta said tit-for-tat, "I won't proselytize to the rich area, but if they want to come here, I definitely won't refuse. Not only will there be a next time, but there will also be many times. The Temple of Woking will never close its doors to the devout. "

Bard stared fiercely at Beta for a while, then forced a smile and asked Joyce, who was beside him, "Sir, didn't I ask to meet you yesterday? I just went to your manor and waited for a long time, but you didn't come back. "

Joyce naturally knew why the two were arguing. He pretended to be embarrassed and said, "I suddenly thought of coming here to do something, so I came over … Oh, right, didn't I send someone to deliver a message to you, sir? Didn't you receive it?"

Bard shook his head. If he had received it, he naturally wouldn't have visited again. But because of this, he also knew that a noble actually took the initiative to look for the Temple of Woking.

Bard glanced at Beta and said, "Sir Joyce, why don't we go back together?"

"Sure!" Joyce had just become a professional and was now full of questions. On the other hand, Bard was a bishop and a powerful professional. On the way back, Joyce felt that he could ask him about professional questions.

Bard didn't look at Beta again, nor did he say goodbye. He directly pulled Joyce into the carriage and then let the coachman drive away from the slums.

In the slightly swaying carriage, Bard was thinking about how to ask Joyce the reason for going to the Woking Shrine. However, the latter suddenly spoke first. "Mr. Bard, you're very knowledgeable. I'd like to ask you something. Is the profession of militia powerful?"

Bard was stunned for a moment. "Militia … Do you mean the reserve militia of cavalry, or the militia of professionals?"

"I'm a militia now, a professional." Joyce looked eagerly at Bard. "Sir, do you know the advantages and disadvantages of militia?"

Bud was shocked: "How do you know that you are a militiaman? It's not so easy to be a professional."