Frenzy Troll

Roland briefly doubts his ears. Colleague? Alonso?

“Does he have power? You said you didn't fight well the other day.

“Well, I did. I was told to die from the summons. He hit the wolf on the head with his weak strength, but he didn't do much damage. ”

“Then why? ”

“But sometimes it helps. Once or twice, there was a time when you could poke a wolf in the eye or make him squirm for a while. So it's better than nothing. And that inspiration, maybe it's old, but it's crazy brave, right? If you level up a few more levels like this, your weaker summons might help. ”

“Still · · · · · · ·"

Roland was still reluctant. Then Jason shouted.

“A hundred times better than the bastards in the temple anyway! ”

At that point, Roland's expression hardened at once. His lips sparkled a few times, as if to refute Moore.

But soon, Roland was lost in thought.

The temple has summoned over thirty-three heroes. However, only three of them were sent here.

It is impossible to make fun of people. So it is clear that other users will have to fight in the future as well.

‘It is not necessary to insist that users become more powerful than Alonso. Rather, if locals like Alonso fight, users are less likely to fight.

Suddenly, Roland said.

“You'll need a partner. But you don't want to bring the users from the temple here, do you? ”

Jason yells.

“Yes, I can't work with those idiots! ”

“Yes, then I'm in favor of hiring Alonso. What about you, Mozzie?”

Moshe nodded his head quietly and decided. From now on, those old knights and heroes will fight together.

After a while, Roland said,

“In that case, I thought of a way to use our income. Jason, you don't want the other users to come here, do you? In fact, I mean, from now on, we should donate our income to the temple. ”

Moji blinks.

“Why?”

“The temple will be financially burdened just by the heroes being there. It turned out to be a poor place. It would be quite helpful to send some of the money we made to those poor places, so at this rate, we might try to release users to cut down on food in the temple, but a donation would stop it. So we can slow down the amount of time the users are getting into this fight. As Jason wishes. ”

“I just want them all to die there."

After taking Jason's word for it, Roland continues to speak.

“Besides, You're worried about the priests reporting anything unusual in the temple? At the top, at the palace, or in the worst case, at the gods who sent heroes, there is a possibility to raise a problem.

But if we continue to provide financial aid to the temple, we should be able to stop them from snitching a little bit. I'll cover you up for the water damage. Jason, the only way to make it sound good is for them to do something weird and stop the fire from splattering at us. ”

First of all, Mossy was not a rotten mood.

“Voluntarily tithe · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · ·"

Seeing Moji's shivering face, Roland says,

“Is it awkward to pay religious organizations? But remember, it's the Middle Ages. In this age, the show of faith is a face and a value. Besides, there are real gods here."

The discussion continued afterwards. And finally, Jason said,

“Okay, yes. Can we seal those bastards in the temple? Not bad!”

Sealed.

Lolance's insides are sore, but he tries to keep his mouth shut. I didn't want to upset Jason when he was distracted.

Anyway, Moscow agreed. I really liked that about Roland.

You can now send money to the temple. It will improve the way heroes are treated, and it will slow down the time for users to be sold to these battlefields.

Roland thought.

‘In fact, it might be better to be sold early if you're being sold to a place like this. If you're sure you want to fight someday, it's better to think RPG and earn XP early. But that's good if he gives them a sacrifice. ’

Roland didn't think it was bad. It wasn't that bad.

Jason suddenly asked for it.

“But what about sending money? ”

Roland simply replied.

“You can go to the bank. ”

“Dumbass, put the gold in the ATM and enter the account number? ”

“Even medieval banks can send money. When I was in the Crusades, I used to send the religious knights to a faraway place if I gave them money. ”

Jason's face is distorted.

“Well, shit. Okay, well, I'm an idiot who's close to you with a history. Then who's asking you to send the money? Roland, you're such a gentleman, can't you just let Angie in and out of the bank? He's a kid. Can you do that kind of hard work? ”

“When you or Mossy do · · · · · ·"

Moji interrupts you as Roland speaks.

“You'd better do it with Roland, right? ”

Roland marked the spot with an egg.

“Me? As Jason said, it's a bit · · · · · · · · of the old fastidious knight going in and out of the bank."

“Not the bank. We can go to Bifrost Cathedral and ask the bishop. Send the money to the Summon Shrine. I'll make a donation. ”

“Why not? ”

“Then we make a connection with the bishop. And, ultimately, from Earl Vikappa. ”

Roland notices what Mozzie has to say.

“We're not Osrons, we want to be friends with you, so I'll leave the money here for you to be nice to us, right? So you want me to step up, Madame Face? ”

“Yes.”

After some thought, Roland gives you a dark answer.

“It's a little hard. You want me to start a rope walk between Osron and the Earl here. Politics is hard for me to do. ”

As soon as he finished answering, Lollan was embarrassed. Two of my colleagues were staring back at me.

Mozzie said.

“You can do it. ”

“I can't · · · · · · ·"

Mozzie once again said, With a serious look and attitude.

“You can do it. ”

And Jason adds,

“He can do it. Yeah, I can bet on my dick. ”

What does that even mean? Lollang was pathetic.

“I can't imitate politics. I'm in the middle of a playground. ”

But Mozzie said,

“Just act like it. ”

“Like acting? ”

“Yes, it will all work out. ”

* * * * * * *

The bishop couldn't help but panic over unexpected guests. I asked blatantly in distress.

“You want me to send you a donation before the summoning? ”

Roland replies.

“Yes. Some of the contributions are for the bishop to take care of this parish and send the rest there. ”

“Thank you. If it's · · · · · · · · a donation, why don't you ask Ye? ”

The question was, why not ask Osron, who's on his side?

Roland explained confidently.

“He's in a lot of debt. There's a lot of money going around. It was foolish of you to ask me to wire money in your hands. We'll leave the meat to the lions. ”

“You would argue that the debt is unfair. ”

“That's none of my business. I just need to make sure my donations are sent safely. from now on.”

“Are you saying you will continue to make contributions? ”

“Why not? We should be. The priests of the temple have summoned us, so we must repay them. ”

This knight once again claimed to be a summoned ancient hero.

The bishop frowned, but did not argue. It was the backyard that got swept away for pointing it out the last time.

The bishop said.

“So how much? ”

“Twenty-one thousand dollars. I'll donate a thousand dollars to this church. ”

The bishop opened his eyes wider than he could have imagined. Then he opens his chest and says,

“I'll send you money if you're in a hurry, but that's too much money for you. I'd rather ask the Earl, who is in charge of the business, would that be all right? ”

Roland replied with ease.

“I'd appreciate it if you would. Then can I ask you a favor? ”

The bishop said in a trembling voice.

“Yes, I will take responsibility and inform the Earl. ”

“Thank you so much for taking care of me on such a troublesome occasion. ”

Roland bows his head in homage. While the bishop was in a state of panic, Lollan said goodbye.

“Farewell. Give my regards to the Count. I, Roland, would like to offer a very dull example of gratitude. ”

Lollang turns around. The bishop stops, a car about to leave the door.

“Wait, sir? ”

Roland glances back and sets out for correction.

“It's Roland.”

“Yes, sir. Yes, it's disrespectful. Can I ask you a favor? ”

“What?"

“Do you see the statue there? ”

As Roland glances at you, he sees a huge statue. If it was that weight, the workers would have had a hard time moving here.

“I see it.”

The bishop asked for it.

“Would you like to hear it? ”

Roland knew what the bishop was asking. Right now, Roland is dressed in light clothing, without bracelets or belts to be enchanted by magic.

So, the bishop is trying to see if this superhero can make his body strong.

Roland quietly took the test. I walked aloud and embraced the statue with my arms. And up. As requested, Flash.

I repeatedly lifted the statue five times and lowered it. After the move, Roland's expression remains uncertain.

‘You didn't even sweat a drop. ’

The bishop opened his mouth with a depressed expression.

“Done. Done. Thank you, Ser. ”

“Is there anything else you want? ”

The bishop hesitated a little, then opened his mouth.

“Can I ask you a question? ”

“Sure. What? ”

“What's the secret to that power? Spell or blessing? ”

“Closer to the latter. ”

“What do you mean by blessing? ”

“Yes. It wasn't this big from the start. But I fought with them again and again for their souls. The Lord was willing to accept my tribute, so he gave me a gift. He revitalized my spirit with it, so I became stronger when I fought. Thanks to this, I have gained a worthless reputation, and I will also give thanks to God. ”

The bishop noticed something.

“Fighting monsters makes you stronger · · · · ·"

Suddenly, Roland becomes anxious. Was I supposed to say that again?

Was it just a hoax of speculation that was just a fact? And was there an error?

The bishop wondered how he could correct something if it was a mistake.

“If that's true, then maybe that explains what's happening now. ”

“What's happening now? ”

“The Temple is in the middle of the world, right? ”

Roland replies, hoping you're not blaming yourself for what you're doing.

“I heard. ”

“Many wounded warriors fought bravely against the monsters during the Temple have been transported to this church. As with all patients, priests wanted to relax their bodies by casting a spell from the gods, but it worked too well. It's kind of weird. ”

“What are the odds? The spell from the gods is strong. It's natural. ”

“There's still a fair amount, isn't there? It would take weeks or months for the wounds to heal at a noticeable rate. ”

The words dig into Roland's ears.

"Your recovery spell worked too well? Like in the game with healer and his recovery spell? ’

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