The people of Seri Village did not know the value of words, but Hank did. He had been his master's Knight Squire for three years, starting from the most basic task of polishing armor. He was serious and never tired, and he even took time out every day to practice basic military swordsmanship. He did not even have much time to sleep. After more than a year, he was finally valued by his master and was granted the right to learn words. After two years, he had only learned a little more than a hundred words. But his brother, in about half a year, had learned more than five hundred words.
More than five hundred words was enough to read most books. If all this was true, Hank knew that his brother had a bright future. As long as he was given more time to grow, he could become a scholar no matter what. Moreover, his brother's teacher was now teaching them combat specialties. This was like a dream … But here was the trouble. Hank believed that he was no longer a stupid villager. After going to Bronze Drum City and becoming his master's Knight Squire, he had seen a lot of bad things. He believed that there was no such thing as good without a reason in this world, nor was there any such thing as evil without a reason.
Jerry's teacher was so "generous" that it could even be said that he did not ask for anything in return. To be able to do this, if it was not good, then it was evil. But in this world, how could there be good people? That was no joke, so the possibility of the latter was very high. Hank felt that it was necessary for him to see for himself, lest his brother was cheated to the point of losing his life.
The next day, before dawn, Jerry woke up. After all, there was a certain distance between this place and Reed Village. If he did not wake up early, he would not be able to arrive before the teacher's lesson. No student was willing to miss class, and he was not willing either. Feeling a little sleepy, he knocked on his brother's door, but there was no reply. Then he went out, only to find that his brother was already waiting for him outside, with a horse beside him.
Hank was a Knight Squire, so it was not strange for him to have a horse. Originally, Jerry was supposed to hurry to Reed Village with his other companions, but this time, his elder brother carried him on horseback. This time, they arrived at Reed Village before the sky was even bright.
Because it was still early, Jerry practiced writing on the sand at the entrance of the village while eating black bread. Hank watched from the side for a while and found that there were indeed many words that he did not know. At this time, he finally believed that Jerry knew more than 500 words. However, the more it was like this, the more uneasy he felt.
Jerry was engrossed in his calligraphy practice, but Hank was a little uneasy. About an hour later, the sky was completely bright and the rest of the villagers appeared at the end of the road. Jerry wiped off the words on the sand with his foot, then led Hank into the village and walked to the temple.
A young girl with passable looks was cleaning in front of the shrine, and it seemed that she was almost done.
Jerry turned his head and said to Hank in a low voice, "Brother, this girl is Belin. The teacher thinks highly of her and seems to be training her to be a priest. There's also a guy named Kail. He has become a professional under the teacher's guidance. "
"You've already taught a professional?" Hank was a little surprised. He was a professional "cavalry" himself, and he knew how difficult it was to become a professional. Judging from the information that his younger brother had given him last night, Beta had only been in Reed Village for a little more than half a year at most. It seemed too bizarre that he could cultivate a professional in such a short period of time. He himself had spent more than two years training hard to become a professional.
"The teacher will continue his teaching this morning. The Temple of Woking allows anyone to come in and pray, whether they are nobles or civilians. " While talking, Jerry led his brother into the temple. They found seats in the front and sat down. Then he continued, "During the teaching, the teacher will talk about some trivia, which we find useful, so we all come to listen to the lesson. Then, the teacher will teach us how to practice our combat specialties … Brother, what combat specialties do you have?"
"Horsemanship, and the desire to fight," Jerry said. "Those are the two essential specialties for cavalrymen. I wonder what kind of specialties your teacher knows."
While answering, Jerry observed the temple. He had been to quite a few temples, and every one of them was much larger than this one. But this temple had a very peaceful atmosphere. The other temples were too solemn, and this one was not as friendly as it was.
It didn't take long for everyone to arrive. Dozens of children sat together, chattering and laughing, and there were more than a dozen adults sitting behind them. Not long after, a young man in a red robe walked out of the passage behind the temple. When Jerry saw him, he was stunned … At first, his impression of this suspected liar should have the face of a frivolous toy boy. In fact, he was half right. This person was indeed a toy boy, but a very dignified toy boy.
Jerry could feel an inexplicable coercion emanating from the other party's body. This was an aura that could only be developed in a high position for a long time. Moreover, the pressure that the other party gave him was even stronger than that of his master … His master was a powerful professional who was about to become a legend. Could this person be stronger than his master?
That was impossible. The other party was too young … unless he was a long-lived species.
As soon as he came out, Liang Lidong had already noticed Hank. After all, a new face that he had never seen before appeared in his temple. Of course, he would not be so blind that he did not see it. Then a system prompt appeared in his retina. This was a level three professional.
After yesterday's sermon, he learned from the temple management system that there were now fourteen people who had become shallow believers, all of whom were children. Then at midnight, he received a system prompt that his religious contribution to Goddess Woking had increased by '3'. It did not seem like much, but after adding the rewards he had received when the temple was built, he now had 38 contribution points. With another 12 contribution points, he would be able to use the system to exchange for his first divine spell.
Not everyone could become a priest and obtain divine techniques. This required a sufficient amount of piety, but almost every bishop could learn numerous divine techniques because they were in charge of a shrine. As long as they managed the shrine well, they could pull in a large number of believers for the gods and obtain enough contribution points. Then, the gods would naturally bestow 'blessings' upon them. Players discovered this' loophole ', so many ambitious players tried their best to become a bishop of a temple, regardless of whether it was a physical class or a magic class.
But to display the true might of a divine spell, one's willpower had to be high, and their piety also had to be high. That was why people like Liang Lidong, who had obtained divine spells through trickery, only had half of their power. It was nothing more than more offensive or defensive methods.
There was a big difference between ordinary believers and believers of professions. Because ordinary believers did not have enough strength, even if they became orthodox believers, they would not be able to provide much power of belief to the god. But believers of professions were different. The more powerful they were, the more power of belief they could produce. Almost all gods liked believers of professions.
Now that a profession had entered the temple, Liang Lidong was naturally happy. If he could convert this believer into a lamb of Goddess Woking, then he would be able to exchange for a divine spell in one or two days.
"Now I will explain to everyone some of the teachings of Goddess Woking. First of all, what is business? " Liang Lidong propped his hands on the stone table and combined the concepts he had heard in the game with his knowledge of Goddess Waukeen. Then, he used simple words to slowly explain it to him.
"So no matter what kind of country, as long as it has a sufficient population, transactions will inevitably occur. Regardless of whether it is currency or barter, they are all business activities. This is the domain of Goddess Woking …"
"Wait! Your Excellency, I have a question. "
While Liang Lidong was happily explaining, a voice interrupted his train of thought. He frowned and said, "Please speak!"
"Since any transaction activity can be regarded as business and is under the management of Goddess Woking … then I don't understand. It is reasonable to say that Goddess Woking is very powerful. After all, there are transactions everywhere in any civilized world. Her divine power should be very formidable and can be found everywhere, but I have never heard of such a goddess in the world!"
The person who had spoken was naturally Jerry's elder brother, Hank. He had to admit that Liang Lidong's teachings were very good. They were easy to understand and very attractive, but the more it was so, the more he felt that something was wrong. He had heard the teachings of many temples, and every temple's teachings were dignified and extraordinary. They were difficult to understand and required believers to recite them every day. Moreover, they had to put all their effort into figuring out the will of the god. Otherwise, it would be impossible to reflect the reverence and love of the believers toward the god.
And this Woking goddess's teachings are too easy to understand, he feels that things are not credible, a goddess temple that doesn't even need a sense of solemnity, is it really a good god? The possibility of a evil god is greater.