Chapter 003 Communication

A gentle voice came from across the way. This was not a language that Roland was familiar with, yet at that moment he was able to understand the other person's meaning

But he does not regret that he nailed the glory of the goddess in this town; it is the thing he is most proud of

Most elderly people enjoy reminiscing about their great achievements in their youth. This old man, although a pastor and an NPC, is no exception. Roland smiled inwardly but spoke in a very ordinary manner: "My name is Roland. May I ask what your name is, old man?"

"Your Excellency Roland, you must be the Golden Child, right?" Falken asked cautiously, believing it prudent to be careful until he understood the nature of this young man: "A few days ago, the goddess delivered a divine oracle, stating that you would come from another plane to this world to live among us"

Unlike the potbellied priest in reality who spends all day caring for the kidney deficiency of young boys, in the game, one cannot cast spells; who would dare to call themselves a priest

Falken

Such a scene is truly beautiful; moreover, the entire church has returned to its original appearance, and the bloodstains and brain matter on Falken's clothes have also vanished without a trace

So this is how players are set up in the game? Roland found it somewhat novel. In most games, players are designated as saviors or other powerful special characters, but being treated as an alien race is a first.

"Where is this?" Roland looked around: "I know this is the Church of the Goddess of Life, but what I want to know is the current location."

This golden child before me, although appearing quite easy to talk to, who knows what is truly going on in his heart. However, the fact that he was able to be resurrected from the altar of the goddess suggests that he should be relatively close to the goddess.

Roland's previous headless body transformed into countless small white squares in just a few seconds, forming a beautiful light ribbon that flew towards Roland and merged into his body, while the splattered brain matter and blood turned into even smaller specks of light, which also flew into his body

An elderly man, covered in blood, is in the twilight of his years

If it were in real society, encountering such an elderly person, he would be completely unyielding; as long as the other party dared to show even the slightest hint of inappropriate behavior, he would directly beat them to the ground. However, he is currently in a highly realistic game, and the other party is a priest of the Temple of Life

After stating his name, Falken scrutinized the young man before him with his aged eyes. From the previous conversation and actions, it seemed that the young man did not understand the concept of etiquette, yet he possessed a peculiar quality that made it apparent that this was simply how he spoke, devoid of any impoliteness.

Roland has read quite a few books on religion, most of which are gossip. He heard that a certain religious leader particularly likes young boys. Roland feels that at his current age, he is only seventeen; could it be that in the eyes of that old man, he is also considered a young boy

In Roland's consciousness, a system prompt was received: You have reclaimed your 'remains', recovering 50% of the character experience points lost due to death, with a recovery value of: 0

However, upon reflection, with five hundred thousand players... there cannot possibly be five hundred thousand saviors

Young man, you should be able to understand what I am saying now

Seeing the vigilant gaze of the young man across from him, Falken gave him a slight smile. Perhaps it was due to his own composed demeanor that the expression of the young man across improved significantly. Seizing this opportunity, Falken raised his hand and pointed to the young man's forehead.

Even if the elderly priest across from him had no interest in that regard, Roland also did not like to expose his body. He quickly found the option 'Loot Body' in the system prompt and then clicked to confirm

He bathed in the sunlight, as if surrounded by a halo, and turned to smile at Roland

Welcome to Hongtu Town

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

Roland nodded: "I should be the golden child you mentioned, indeed from another plane... Elder, may I ask a question?"

Roland was taken aback for a moment, but quickly regained his composure. He rubbed his forehead and took a deep breath, saying: "Fluent in languages? Elder, please wait a moment while I get dressed"

A young man with a completely bare body, possessing delicate skin and tender flesh

Often, intelligence is not merely intelligence; it can also transform into a form of knowledge

Roland initially thought that the other party was going to kill him, as it was not uncommon for players to be eliminated by NPCs. He expected to experience the excruciating pain of a head explosion once again, but to his surprise, he only felt a slight pain for a few seconds before it faded away.

Having lost access to intelligence and being holed up in a small town, he has, in effect, also lost his source of knowledge. Falken is well aware that over the past few decades, he has made no progress whatsoever; in fact, he has regressed significantly.

With clothes on, Roland felt a sense of relief in his heart. He nodded to the other party and greeted, "Elder, I appreciate your help. By the way, how long does the duration of this language magic last?"

When all these white light dots and squares returned to Roland's body, he was adorned with a set of clothing, which was the grayish-brown linen garment he had worn earlier

Due to Roland's birth, not long after, he was struck by a backlash of magic that exploded his head, resulting in him not gaining any character experience points, and naturally, it was impossible for him to recover any character experience points.

Roland had already let down his guard to some extent, but he did not expect the other party to cast a spell at the slightest disagreement. He saw a green orb of light rushing towards him, moving at a moderate speed. Roland hurriedly dodged to the side, but the orb possessed a certain tracking ability, veering around and striking him on the forehead. It then transformed like jelly, seeping into his skin, penetrating through the skull, and drilling into the brain matter.

The entire environment suddenly transformed from the eerie and terrifying slaughterhouse back to the originally tranquil and peaceful little church

Falken smiled and said, "Please, go ahead."

"Approximately three hours or so." Falken's voice carried the unique frailty and hoarseness of an elderly man, and he felt that the other party must be the Golden Child mentioned in the prophecy, without a doubt: "If it were me in my youth, I could last over five hours."

It may be due to the expiration of the negative effects of resurrection that Roland felt much more comfortable in his body. He used one hand to shield his vital area and then looked at the other party with a burning gaze

Upon realizing this, he felt a throbbing pain in his molars, and began to grow wary. He jumped back, and a sacrificial altar stood between the two, creating an obstacle that brought him a sense of relief.

Although Falken is a priest and an elderly man, he also worked as a mercenary for two years in his youth. In the eyes of the average person, he is not only a lofty professional but also a revered priest who saves souls. However, fundamentally, Falken is still just a somewhat exceptional human being. Since he settled here, he has lost his sources of information