Priests, holy and great professions, in times of war, they are the most powerful companions of the warriors at the front, and their existence gives the warriors infinite courage and confidence, and it is said that the top priests can bless or heal thousands of warriors at the same time with a wave of their hands.

But in the heyday of the priesthood, their real role was not that, the Holy See's dominance did not require them to participate in too many wars, so their task became to travel throughout the continent and train, or settle in a village or town to become a local healer.

At that time, the medical level of the Dark Continent was extremely poor, even the elf druids who were proficient in medicine were helpless against many diseases, in the face of the invasion of diseases, most people could only rely on their own resistance to survive, if the plague happened to break out, it was even more corpses all over the field, miserable, under the invasion of all kinds of unexpected diseases, natural disasters, beasts, etc., the average life expectancy of human beings at that time was only more than thirty years old, and the population of the entire Dark Continent was only maintained at about 10 million.

It is precisely because of the existence of the priest that the human beings in the Dark Continent have gradually flourished, and the problems of wounds, diseases, and even plagues have been resolved one by one in the face of the priest's meticulous strength, according to historical statistics, during the hundred years after the appearance of the priest, the average life expectancy of human beings in the entire Dark Continent has skyrocketed, and this growth trend has not stopped with the gradual popularization of the priest profession, until a thousand years later, the entire Dark Continent tends to a prosperous and stable period, and it gradually stabilized. In the past thousand years, the average life expectancy of human beings has increased from more than 30 years to more than 100 years, and the population of the Dark Continent has increased from tens of millions to tens of billions.

Of course. With the increase of lifespan and population, the human beings in the Dark Continent are also constantly developing in medical treatment and other aspects, just like now, even if the priest has completely disappeared, the lifespan of ordinary people can still be maintained at about a hundred years old, but it is undeniable that the key to promoting the prosperity of the entire Dark Continent is the priest. Without their presence, some boring historians estimate that it would have taken tens of thousands, if not hundreds of thousands, of years for mankind to achieve that thousand-year effect.

Therefore, it is not difficult to imagine the status of priests in the minds of the people at that time, even if their abilities are gradually weakened by all kinds of civilizations and new things in the future, but their position will remain unshakable, and every pope of the Holy See must be the most outstanding priest. In the minds of the common people, the priest is the spokesman of God, which is not difficult to see from the many knightly novels that have been handed down from ancient times - almost every protagonist has a loyal and reliable pastor partner who is silently behind him.

If the priest character is male. Then he must have a gentle personality, wise and calm, the most important brother or elder of the protagonist, and if he is a woman, 99.999 percent...... It is a gentle and tactful character. Virtuous. And young and beautiful.,Most of the identities are the protagonist's childhood sweethearts.,Or the younger sister who was adopted by the protagonist.,It may also be a confused girl who met by chance on the way to save the princess and embark on the crusade against the demon king.,It's one of the lovers in the protagonist's mind second only to the princess......

In other words, you can hear from reading books, in fact, the YY level of the Dark Continent should not be underestimated.

Straight to the point. It is precisely because priests had an otherworldly status in ancient times. So it is still worshipped by civilians to this day, especially since the invasion of Hell. Much of the information and technology have been completely lost, the population has fallen from 10 billion in its heyday to less than 1 billion now, and the importance of the pastor seems to have risen again under the constant fear and disease that rages again.

Therefore, in the ensuing conversation, the businessman A and B actually gave them the evaluation of the priest they mouthed, that is, I was not inferior to Sister Sharna, which was quite surprising, but in fact I pretended to be a priest mainly to calm the hesitation that had accumulated in my heart because of the frequent killing.

And the other identity that they have passed with is actually just a superior helmet on, and it can't even be said to be deliberately dressed, and after the task is completed, it is estimated that this identity will gradually be forgotten by people.

As for the desert bandits they are talking about, it was indeed me who did it, and as I said earlier, there have been thousands of people who have died on my hands in the past few months, and of course all of them cannot be all degenerate - it is estimated that the entire depraved alliance may add up to this number, so in fact, only one percent of the depraved people who really died at my hands are about ten, and the rest are all ordinary desert bandits.

Some people may ask, these desert bandits have been messing with the Western Kingdom for hundreds of years, why can't other masters clear them, so they were bulldozed by me alone? This may indeed be due to some coincidental factor, because in fact, the strength of these desert bandits is not weak, and there are even a few mercenary level masters who are willing to fall, but this is not a problem, the most helpless thing is that they are very familiar with the environment of the desert, although the king system, the mercenary system and the mage guild, and even the team organized by the transfer of classes, have encircled and suppressed them more than once, but the harvest is not very great each time.

Until two months ago, when I was patrolling the villages around the Oasis City, it was getting late, and the cold wind of the desert was gradually raging, and it was too late to return to the city or the nearby villages to rest.

Just as I had vacated a piece of land, and had not even set up a tent, the silent oasis lit up in vain, and thousands of torches drained the entire oasis, when someone shouted the names of the desert robbers in horror, and a look of despair appeared on their faces, for they had robbed them. Except for beautiful women, there has never been a living mouth.

These desert bandits have already set their sights on the big merchant group stationed in the oasis, and have been following them for a long time, until here they finally started, I think there should be robbers in this, but he never thought that at the moment before the move, I actually made a lively rush over, not to mention that the traitor doesn't know my strength, even if he knows, it's too late to inform. Therefore, the next scenario can be expected......

What, all the horse thieves, how is it possible, the brain show is funny, although I don't care about these thousands of robbers, I can often experience this situation in the Rogge camp - a person is stunned and rushes into the super large sinking demon camp with thousands of numbers...... purely in terms of combat effectiveness. A thousand robbers aren't necessarily as good as a thousand Fallen Demons.

Due to the sheer number of them, I can't completely stop them from killing, so there will only be two outcomes, if they ignore the strength of my land and make up their minds to grab the goods. Then the merchants in the oasis may not escape death, but these robbers will also bury them.

The above result is probably only a fool would choose, so after I killed hundreds of robbers like a flock. They ran away as soon as they hurrahed. They knew the environment inside out, and the sky was dark and the winds were about to rise, so even though I sent out a little snow and a lazy crow, I still couldn't track them.

Things have come to this point, according to normal exhibitions, it is estimated that the desert robbers have suffered a small loss, and continue to come out to do evil after cultivating for a period of time. But accidents are always inevitable. I never imagined that in this oasis. There is actually a person, a more special person, an old man with a quirky temper, moody, and who doesn't trust anyone, speaking of which, it is estimated that everyone can guess who he is, that's right, it was the last time I met the old man Leishande when I was wandering around the adventure park.

My move to come forward this time unexpectedly won his trust, but in my opinion, even if I got his trust, it is nothing, he is not a hermit master in the world, and naturally he will not accept me as a disciple or give me a cheat such a good thing, and in fact, this cheap trust value can indeed only allow me to give priority to buying antidote potions and other scarce products from him.

However, what I didn't expect was that he actually provided me with a piece of news that would re-implicate me in all sorts of troubles, and it shocked me a lot, that the old crook Aegis, who had tricked me into buying a tattered two-handed sword and was also deceived by me into a gold-level priest's book, and had a very dark history - he was the famous desert bandit leader before he washed his hands in the golden basin.

Can I ignore this news? Can it really be? I don't care if I live up to the expectations of this strange old man, but I don't know why lately, it's like the kind of thing that women will naturally explode when they reach a certain period, what do you think? I'm talking about motherhood, which is not good? ――

I don't know why, I suddenly feel that I have recently hidden in the depths of my heart that is boring, the sense of justice and compassion, just like the sudden maternal love, seems to be extraordinarily vigorous, and the protagonists of other novels are more and more evil and **, and the mix is also booming, I am good, and I have shown it in the opposite direction, is my future a druid Wu Fan of love and justice and harmony and sacrifice?

Therefore, driven by this damn sense of justice, I still found Aegis, and under coercion and temptation, Aegis, who had lost his position because his identity was revealed, was even more unable to resist, and after promising him absolute secrecy, he obediently confessed several strongholds of the desert robbers.

What's next? Naturally, it is to clear out the robbers, who to find to clean up? Actually, I can do it alone, but if I can discuss it with Tarun or Grez or even the fat pig king, maybe things will be easier, and the next moment, my love will explode again, forget it, anyway, I can solve it alone, or don't involve other people, Aegis said that there are several mercenary-level masters mixed in the robbers, and in case someone accidentally dies, I guess I will have to feel guilty again. Well, please call me Lord Druid Wu Fan of Love and Justice in the future.

So, on a dark night with high wind and high mosquitoes, in a hidden canyon, four ghost wolves guarded the exit, and I, with the poisonous flower vine and Xiaoxue, infiltrated it and launched a merciless slaughter, a servant, and killed the robbers in total...... Uh, I haven't counted, there should be thousands of people anyway, of course, it can't be completely wiped out, there will always be a few clever points that can run away, otherwise how could my goddamn Sanjie identity spread.

After killing someone that night, I was depressed for a long time, looking at the hot blood on my hands, clothes, and even on my face, trampling corpses under my feet, screaming, scolding, wailing, begging ......for mercy, and those desperate moans kept repeating in my ears over and over again.

I stayed there for a long time, because I didn't feel anything at all, guilt, fear, loss, emptiness...... nothing, could it be because I had killed and changed jobs, and I had a feeling that "after killing an elephant, killing an ant is nothing".

I wish I could be afraid of killing, but I can't do it anymore, and all I can fear now is that I can't fear killing.

But luckily, the silly little ghost will always be by my side.