Bard was shocked. "How do you know that you're a militia? It's not that easy to be a professional."
Most of the time, it wasn't that nobles didn't have the ability to become professionals, but that they didn't have the patience. Because of their basic necessities, they had healthier bodies, smarter brains, and more material resources than ordinary people.
But why were there still so few nobles who could become professionals? That was because they were used to a life of luxury and were used to a comfortable life. Asking them to train non-stop every day was tantamount to taking their lives.
Therefore, among the nobles, there were not many who could become professionals. Nobles like Emma, who was not only talented but also extremely hardworking, were even rarer.
Joyce smiled at Bard. He took out three silver coins from his clothes and stacked them together. Then, he exerted a little force with his fingers, and the three silver coins were immediately bent.
Bard stared blankly at the three bent silver coins.
It was easy for a flexible person to bend one silver coin, but it was a bit difficult to bend two. If three silver coins were stacked together at the same time and could be bent with his fingers, it meant that the person who bent them had great strength or special abilities.
This was indeed a characteristic that only professionals could have.
Bard exhaled and asked, "Your Excellency, are you a militia?"
Joyce nodded vigorously and asked excitedly, "Is the militia a strong profession?"
"As long as you're a professional, you're not weak. It just depends on your ability to apply it. You don't work hard. " Bard knew very well that the militia profession wasn't strong, but he didn't want to offend people with the truth. "When did Sir Joyce discover that you've become a professional?"
Bard was a little puzzled. He had seen Joyce a few days ago, and he was clearly an ordinary noble at that time. But now, he was clearly much younger. Just now, Bard's attention was all on Beta. Now that he sized him up, he indeed noticed that the other party was different.
"Just now in the Woking Temple, I performed a gold coin sacrifice."
Hearing this, Bard's expression changed greatly. "You can really become a professional by performing a gold coin sacrifice?"
Joyce gave an affirmative answer.
Bard immediately fell into deep thought. Now, he finally understood why Beta had agreed to his suggestion of dividing the sphere of influence. It turned out that they did not need to preach to the nobles at all. As long as the Woking Temple had this ability, they were not afraid that the nobles would not send them money.
He had been tricked. Bard felt a burning pain on his cheeks. Not long ago, he had thought that Beta was just an inexperienced young man, but now he felt that he must be secretly laughing at him.
It had been more than a decade since he had tasted such humiliation and disparity. He had almost forgotten what it felt like.
This ability of the Woking Temple had to be sealed. Bard returned to the temple. After thinking for a moment, he summoned all the priests in the temple, closed the door, and held a meeting that outsiders could not know of.
Joyce was someone who loved to show off. He held a banquet to show off that very night. In just one night, almost all the nobles knew about this matter. Although they had heard that Mayor Grinton could become a Legend because of the "gold coin sacrifice" of the Woking Temple, no one believed it at the time. After all, if there was such a convenient shortcut to becoming strong, who would train hard?
But after Joyce held a banquet and showed off in front of the nobles, everyone knew about this matter, and the credibility of the rumor suddenly increased.
The next day, Joyce brought two hundred gold coins to the Woking Temple. He was followed by nearly a dozen nobles. They planned to observe it up close. If it was reliable, they also planned to become professionals. After all, they could afford to pay a few hundred gold coins.
Beta had expected this. He held a gold coin sacrifice for Joyce, and under everyone's eyes, Joyce comprehended the militia's unique specialty, All-Weapon Mastery. The latter was so excited that he couldn't help but perform several combat methods with weapons on the spot. He was not at all awkward, just like a veteran who had been in the army for a long time.
This was the best live advertisement. Several of the nobles who came with Joey also brought gold coins, and they asked Beta to perform a gold coin sacrifice for them on the spot.
These people also successfully became professionals. In addition to the common Warriors and Mages, one of the girls actually became a rare "dancer." This was a support profession that was very good at social interaction.
Everyone went home in joy. Soon, everyone in Bronze Drum City knew about this matter. On the second and third day, there were more than a dozen nobles who came to the Woking Temple for gold coin sacrifices every day. In just two days, the Woking Temple had earned nearly 6,000 gold coins.
What did six thousand gold coins mean? Grinton's family, with over three hundred years of savings, could only gather around five thousand gold coins. On the other hand, the Woking Temple, in just two short days, had already earned the equivalent of three hundred years of hard work from a large family.
Also, as time went on, the amount of money would still increase.
But on the third morning, none of the nobles came for the gold coin sacrifice again. While Beta was puzzled, Katie walked in and said with an unhappy expression, "Joyce is dead, and so is the dancer."
"What happened?" Beta frowned. He had already smelled the scent of a scheme.
"Both of them died of heart rupture." Kati looked at Beta with suspicion in her eyes. "Right now, there's a rumor that's not good about the temple among the nobles."
Beta said casually, "Speak."
"They suspect that there are side effects of the gold coin sacrifice. When certain conditions are met, the person who performed the gold coin sacrifice will die. "
Beta closed his eyes and thought for a moment. Then he said, "You will guard the temple with the trained guards of the church. Also, announce to the public that today's prayers are canceled, and that non-members of the temple are not allowed to step near the temple. "
Kati was greatly shocked to hear that. "You suspect that someone is going to harm us?"
"Not just suspect, but it's already very obvious." Beta snorted. "I'll check the victim with Shirley later. I'm afraid that the enemy will attack us after we leave. You must be careful and stay alert. Don't give the enemy any chance to take advantage of you, got it?"
Katie had rarely seen Beta so solemn. She nodded solemnly.
An hour later, Beta and Shirley showed up at Joyce's house.
As the leader of the family, Joyce's death was naturally a huge blow to the whole family.
The entire manor was filled with sorrow. Many families had sent people to mourn for the funeral that was being held. Beta and Shirley's arrival immediately attracted a lot of attention. They tilted their heads and whispered to each other.
Joyce's coffin was placed in the backyard. The grave had been dug, and he was about to be buried.
Joyce's wife was wearing a black dress. She held Joyce's coffin and cried loudly. It was heart-wrenching, but Betta found it hilarious, because he could actually hear joy and relief in this cry.
Beta and Shirley bowed to the coffin first. Although they weren't familiar with Joyce, it was a courtesy and a sign of respect for the deceased.
However, a thirteen-year-old boy suddenly jumped to his feet. He pointed at Betta and cursed, "Who let you in? You executioners, get out of here! Get out of my house!"
There was hatred and sorrow in the boy's eyes.
The nobles around him, on the other hand, had strange expressions. They looked at Beta with some mockery and some regret in their eyes.
Looking at the boy, Beta said, "We didn't kill your father. There's nothing wrong with our Coin Sacrifice spell. "
"F * ck off, I don't want to hear your explanations, I don't want to hear your explanations." Little Boy rushed up and punched and kicked Beta.
It was just that he was a child, and an ordinary person at that. How could he possibly cause any harm to a master like Beta? In gaming terms, the boy couldn't even break Beta's defense.
After hitting Beta for a while, the boy finally got tired and fell to the ground, crying. Betta believed that out of all the people present, this little boy was the only one who truly felt sad for Joyce's death.
Beta looked at Joyce's wife and said, "Madam, I have a favor to ask of you."
The middle-aged woman bowed at Beta and said, "What is it, sir?"
"I want to open the coffin and examine the body …"
There was silence, and it started drizzling at some point.
After a long time, the middle-aged woman finally said, "Okay!"
Half an hour later, Beta left Joyce's house with Shirley and went to another victim's house.
The family was rather unperturbed by Beta's arrival. He was received by two old people, a man and a woman. They were the victim's grandfather and grandmother.
Although the expressions of these two old men were very indifferent, Beta could still see the endless pain and despair in their eyes.
The girl was very beautiful. Although she was already dead, she was still stunning. Beta examined her chest and walked to the two old people, before he said in a low voice, "Don't worry. I'll avenge your granddaughter."
The two old people simply nodded without saying anything.
Beta secretly heaved a long sigh. Compared with revenge, the two old people probably wanted their granddaughter to come back to life more.
Resurrection spells did exist in this world, and Beta knew them too, but he couldn't cast them. There weren't many people in the world who could cast it, because the price to pay was simply too high. There weren't many people in the world who could do it.
Beta left the manor of the victim and returned to the temple with Shirley.
It was already afternoon at this time, but around the temple, there were two teams of religious guards waiting in full force. When they first saw someone coming, they seemed very nervous, but when they saw that it was Beta and Shirley, they immediately breathed a sigh of relief.