Temple area.

The Charles held a 10-pound Adamantite Scepter in one hand, carefully hidden in the priest's cloak, and it felt like a struggle to walk all the way. After all, with the missing arm, there is a problem with body coordination, and the impact is not just a little bit.

Ogma is a powerful god and an absolutely neutral faction, almost every city on the continent has a temple of Ogma, and Arabe is no exception.

The temple of Losanda is still bustling with people.

Ogma's temple is immersed in a tranquil atmosphere, and in more official terms, Ogma's temple is called the House of Silence, and now this environment is worthy of its name.

Arabe also has players who choose to believe in the god of knowledge, of course, most of them are mages. The male High Priest who presides over the temple stands in the main hall, whispering something to several mage players. The mage player looked anxious, and from time to time pulled out a few more items, and the high priest looked at them and shook his head.

"Hey."

In the end, these mages had no choice but to leave.

"The three-ring spell scroll is too expensive, you need contribution points and gold to buy it here in the temple, and you can also use the equivalent items to compensate for it......" The mage player who didn't buy the scroll shook his head.

"The temple is pretty good, if you have a high level of faith, then there is a big discount...... It's even darker to buy from other aboriginal masters outside. ”

The mage's companions comforted.

Charles glanced at the group of mages passing by, and could only express understanding of their situation.

The games of the holographic era still inherit the characteristics of the old era, that is, the number of war-type classes has always been the largest. There is no other reason, simple and rough and easy to use, charging on the front line, fighting with monsters in close hand-to-hand combat, many people like this bloody taste.

Of course. The legal profession in "Dawn" is also one of the reasons. Every day, you have to mix spells reasonably, and in addition to that, you have to desperately risk money and buy spell books and scrolls to learn. Although it is said that the player mage builds the spell model. And the learning process recorded in the spell book is much easier and simpler than that of the aboriginal mage. But it's still brain-consuming and time-consuming.

The player is struggling, and the warlock is no better.

Warlocks are a group of spellcasters who rely on their own bloodline awakening to know spells, so various bloodline purification ritual tasks and materials required for various rituals have always troubled Warlock players.

Small ceremonies start with one or two thousand gold coins, if you are unlucky, you may still get some chicken rib spells from the ceremony, and if you choose it, you will waste the location of the spell, and if you don't choose, the ceremony will be invalid. It's hard work anyway.

After coming into contact with the three-ring spell from level six, warlocks and mages have the ability to be seconds, which is indeed very powerful and tempting, but recently there are high play statistics on the official forum, and the mages and warlocks of about level 10 will only have 3 three-ring spells per person on average, the most common ones are [Fireball Technique], [Flying Technique] and [Human Immobilization Technique].

The priesthood is a little better, and they can get a list of divine arts from the gods for free, but after the twelfth level comes into contact with the fourth layer of the magic net, the life of the priesthood will not be so nourishing.

Mages and Warlocks need to fight desperately to get their hands on a four-ring spell. If a priest wants to get powerful magic outside of the free list, he must please the gods.

There are many ways to please the gods, and the charr is not at level twelve. Not wanting to pay much attention to this at the moment, he paused at the door of the temple hall and started to walk towards the male high priest.

"Hello, Pastor of the Holy Adventists."

The male high priest greeted him with a smile, his eyes wandering over his severed arm, and his eyes narrowed slightly, clearly knowing what Charles meant.

"Your Excellency High Priestess, I need you to perform a high-level limb regeneration technique on me......" Charles didn't beat around the bush.

The High Regeneration Technique is a seven-ring magic that can only be cast by priests above the level 30 hero level.

The high priest of Ogmar in front of him had this ability. Wen Yan didn't shake his head and refuse, but said lightly: "200 contribution points." ”

"And ...... 5000 coins. ”

The Seven Rings spell is basically at this price. The male priests did not pit the Charles. You must know that the 'Advanced Regeneration Technique' is a divine art at the same level as the 'Resurrection Technique'. You can imagine how difficult it is to cast spells.

So expensive?

But the price is still beyond the Shire's affordability. He glanced at his money bar, and the number of gold coins was only a few hundred.

After wandering around the underground world for more than half a month, apart from a huge amount of experience points, those necromancers did not contribute any loot. The last gold coin was credited, and that was when Charles cleaned his backpack in Shenhai Town, a long time ago.

The contribution value is barely enough, 200 rising.

Chief Charles breathed a sigh of relief.

If you don't have enough gold, you can use items to compensate, but if you don't have enough temple contribution points, you can't do anything. In fact, it's been a long time since he'd opened the temple panel, and this contribution should have been a cumulative reward for killing several exemplary monsters during his travels.

The male high priest just smiled at the Charles, not urging him or driving him away.

"5,000 gold coins......"

"Can I use the goods to compensate for it?"

Charles asked more.

"Yes." The High Priest nodded slightly.

There is no way, I can only cut the flesh, and the lack of an arm will have too serious an impact on the characters. Charles gritted his teeth and took a small piece of black scale from his backpack and placed it on his palm.

The breath of darkness and death suddenly permeated.

"The glittering scales of the Ghost Naga?" The male high priest raised his eyebrows, a look of interest, and carefully examined the scales for a moment, but shook his head anyway.

"This scale is worth up to 2,000 gold coins. Pastor of the Holy Arrivals. The High Priest said lightly.

It's true.

The dark blue material is at this price, after all, it is not a finished curiosity.

Do you want to hand over two scales?

Charles veiled the idea. The two scales were only 4,000 gold coins, and there was a difference of 1,000, and it was impossible for this shrewd high priest to give in.

The mind moved.

On the scale of his right palm, another pitch-black magic gem appeared.

This is black tourmaline, with a 'powerful phantom' inlay effect, and the market price is about 3,000 gold coins, which is almost equivalent to a purple outfit.

But Charles didn't regret it.

Breaking an arm in exchange for the 'Ring of the Four Winds' is well worth it. Purple jewelry, especially the 'Four Winds Ring', can be found at any time to find an aboriginal master to hand over tens of thousands of gold coins to take over.

"Come with me."

The male high priest glanced at the black tourmaline in surprise for a few moments, and then led Charles into a side room with a blank face.

"Lie down." The male priest pointed to a bed in the side room.

The side room environment is very good, and in the copper incense burner in the style of the oriental land, a precious spice with a calming effect is burning.

The bed is also covered with a lightly scented silk futon, and a small statue of the god Ogoma is smiling at the bed. Obviously, this side room is usually used to receive local tyrant customers, and only a few people can spend thousands of gold coins to invite a hero-level high priest to help. The male priest did not make Charles too difficult, I am afraid it was still for the sake of the parishioners.

"Can I sit?" Charles's right hand, hidden in his cloak, was holding a Adamantite Scepter, and it was inconvenient to carry a 10-pound item with him.

The male high priest didn't force it, first taking the scales and gems that Charles had handed him over, placing them in a large chest with arcane locks, and then standing in front of the idol of Ogma.

After a quarter of an hour of silence, the high priest held a gold emblem and turned to cast a spell on the Charles, who were sitting on the edge of the bed.

"You are under the influence of the Seven Rings."

"Divine Spell in Effect......"

As the system prompted, Charles noticed an itching sensation coming from his left arm, and he raised his eyebrows instead of looking at his left arm, but calmed himself down.

A few minutes later, the empty sleeve was filled with a brand new left arm.

Charles could sense that his body had regained his left-right coordination, and he couldn't help but put the scepter next to him, and lifted the cloak with his right hand to observe the newly regenerated arm.

Aside from being a little fairer, he didn't see any difference in his left arm from before.

He clenched his fists hard, his arms filled with strength, and the muscles of his left arm bulged. A priest with 16 strength attributes can be regarded as a strong man by any means.

"Good!"

Stand up and bow down to thank the male high priest. Charles is genuinely grateful.

Before he came, he was going to be made difficult to complete a very difficult task, but unexpectedly, the high priest only mentioned the price of the service, which was very fair, and saved him a lot of time.

However.

Now the male high priest paid no attention to the priest's thanks, but stared at the bright golden light on the bed for a moment.

In the light was a pure gold scepter about a meter long, marked by a winged spirit owl, beautifully crafted and lifelike, the emblem of the Raul family, representing the supreme lordship of Arabe.

“…… Glory of victory? The male high priest muttered.

"Yes."

Charles replied, not panicking. If you see it, you see it, who told you that this scepter can't fit in the inventory. The natives of Arabe would never dare to fight the idea of this scepter, unless they were tired of it.

"Thank you." Thanking him again, Charles took the scepter and hid it in his cloak, lifting the curtain and exiting the side room.

The male high priest also woke up from his shock, his face changed a few times, he took out a black gem from the secret chest, and hurried after the priest who wanted to leave the temple.

"Wait a minute."

Calling the priest in the courtyard, the high priest looked at Charles deeply, handed over the black gem in his hand, bowed his head slightly, and said, "Holy Coming priest, I am Arnold, the ruler of this temple. ”

"Your piety has been noticed by Ogma."

"Ogmar shows me that you will play a pivotal role in the knowledge church in the future."

"So ......"

High Priest Arnold himself shoved the black gem into Charles' hand and smiled at the priest with a bewildered expression. (To be continued)

ps: The second more delivered.