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

One is a small young man with a whole body of fruit and fine skin and tender meat.

Roland had read a lot of books on religion, mostly gossip, of course. I heard that the priest of a certain theological religion was especially fond of little boys. And 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 grooves behind his teeth were swelling and painful, and then he began to be on guard, jumping backwards, and there was a sacrificial platform between the two, and there was an obstacle, which made him feel much more relieved.

It may be the reason why the time limit of the negative effects of the resurrection has passed, Roland feels much more comfortable, he blocks his vital parts with one hand, and then looks at the other party with burning eyes.

If it is a real society, when he encounters such an old man, he is completely true, as long as the other party dares to act a little wrong, he will directly beat the other party all over the ground to find teeth. But now he's in a rather realistic game, and the other party is a priest of the Temple of Life.

Unlike the kidney-deficient priest who has a big belly and cares for a little boy all day long in reality, he can't point spells in the game, who dares to call himself a priest.

Seeing the guarded eyes of the young man opposite, Falken smiled at him slightly, perhaps his own calm temperament played a role, the young man opposite looked much better, taking advantage of this opportunity, Falken raised his hand and pointed to the forehead of the young man opposite.

Roland had already let down his guard a little, but he didn't expect the other party to release magic without saying a word, only to see a green ball of light coming towards him, the speed was not very fast, Roland hurriedly dodged to the side, but the ball of light had a certain tracking ability, turned a corner, hit Roland's forehead, and then deformed like jelly, seeped into the skin, through the skull, and drilled into the brain.

Roland thought that the other party was going to kill him, after all, it was not uncommon for the player to be killed by NPCs, and he thought that he would experience another sharp pain caused by a head explosion, but he didn't expect that it was only a slight pain for a few seconds, and he didn't feel anything.

"Young man, you should be able to understand me by now."

A gentle voice came from the other side. It wasn't any language Roland knew, but he could understand what the other party meant.

Roland was stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted, he stroked his forehead and took a breath of cold air, and said, "Know the language? Old man, you wait first, let me put my clothes on. ”

Even if the old priest across from him didn't have that hobby, Roland didn't like to show his naked body. He quickly found the 'Pick Up Remains' option in the system prompt, and clicked to confirm.

In just a few seconds, Roland's previous headless body turned into countless small white squares, pulled into a beautiful ribbon of light, flew onto Roland's body and melted into his body, while those brains and blood splashed everywhere turned into smaller light chips and flew into his body.

Not only that, but the whole church was restored to its original state, and the blood and brains on Falken's clothes disappeared without a trace.

The whole environment suddenly changed from a grim slaughterhouse to a quiet and peaceful chapel.

Roland's consciousness received a prompt from the system: you have recovered your 'remains' and retrieved 50% of the person's experience points lost due to death, and the retrieval value is: 0.

Since Roland was 'born' not long ago, he was devoured by magic and exploded his head, and he didn't get any character experience points at all, so naturally it was impossible to get back any character experience points.

When all these white dots of light returned to Roland's body, he had an extra set of clothes on his body, the taupe linen coat he was wearing before.

With clothes on his body, Roland's empty heart relaxed, and he nodded to the other party and said hello: "Old man, I'm sorry to trouble you, how long does this language magic last?" ”

"About three hours." Falken's voice carried the weakness and hoarseness peculiar to the old man, and he felt that the other party should be the son of gold mentioned in the oracle, and he did not run: "If I were young, I could keep it for more than five hours. ”

Most old people like to miss the great deeds of their youth, and although this old man is a priest and an NPC, he is no exception. Roland smiled in his heart, but said very normally on his face: "My name is Roland, may I ask the old man what is your name?" ”

"Falken!"

After saying his name, Falken looked the young man up and down with old eyes. Judging from the conversation and behavior just now, the other party doesn't seem to know any etiquette, but there is a strange quality on his body, which makes people feel that the other party is talking like this, without any impolite elements.

Although Falken was a priest, an old man, and a mercenary for two years when he was young, in the eyes of ordinary people, he was not only a high-ranking professional, but also a priest who saved the world. But in essence, Falken is still a slightly more remarkable human, and has lost his source of information since he settled here.

In many cases, intelligence is not just intelligence, it can also become a kind of knowledge.

Losing information and hiding in a small town is actually a disguised loss of the source of knowledge. Falken knows very well that he has not made any progress at all in the past few decades, but has regressed a lot.

But he did not regret it, and nailing the glory of the goddess to this town was the thing he was most proud of.

The golden son in front of him, although he looks very easy to speak, but who knows what is going on in his heart. However, the other party can be resurrected from the goddess's sacrificial platform, so he should be closer to the goddess.

"Your Excellency Roland, you should be the son of gold, right?" Falken cautiously asked, "A few days ago, the goddess sent down an oracle saying that you would come to this world from the outer planes and live with us. ”

It turns out that in the game, is this the setting of the player? Roland felt something new...... In most games, players are set up as saviors or other powerful special characters, but this is the first time they have been treated as an alien race.

But think about it, too, half a million players...... There can't be 500,000 saviors.

Roland nodded: "I should be the son of gold you said you said, and I am indeed from the outer plane...... Old man, can I ask a question? ”

Falken smiled, "Please speak." ”

"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 it is now. ”

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

He was bathed in sunlight, as if there was a circle of light on his body, and turned to smile at Roland.

"Welcome to Red Earth!"