Frenzy Troll

As soon as she heard that, she was reluctant. I've been expecting what to say for a while now.

At any rate, Lollant admitted it.

“I hope you can buy a knife for the right price. This Balizada must be returned to its owner someday, and then I will be bare handed. ”

I wanted to block it in advance in case he asked me to lend him some money. By telling me I have something else to spend it on.

But Osron, despite his intentions, said what I wanted to say.

“Shouldn't some of it be written for the holy work? ”

"Son of a bitch. ’

Roland replies immediately.

“Of course I'll donate. A summoning war with my people and the Temple of Bifrost here, respectively. ”

At this point, I expected him to notice and keep his mouth shut.

Of course Osron didn't.

“Of course it's sacred. I admire it deeply. But what I'm talking about now is not a gift to heaven, but a gift to the earthlings. ”

You're asking yourself for money after all. Roland's sarcasm is unhesitant.

“A grounder? I trust you're not referring to the Cardinal. You don't look like you need to share. ”

I wasn't going to give him a penny. Never.

I thought I shouldn't be dragged away by that Cardinal anymore.

After all, Roland and his hero were no longer in the position of needing patrons. I was still with Osron because I had to see what the gods were up to. Not because I need his help.

We should not keep our distance from the author as long as the gods allow us to summon these heroes to the ground, but we have no reason to obey them.

Not long ago. You don't need to look at that stubborn Cardinal now who gained fame and fortune.

‘I didn't get ripped off by an ice-speech with an army, but I can't rip it off from him. It's literally sweating money. ’

I was fixing the decision in my mind.

Osron also said in a very sorry tone, if he noticed any discomfort on this side.

“Of course I don't want a donation for me. ”

“Then what? ”

“You know those minchos with the Bifrost expedition from Mediah. Folk grass that have walked all the way to this far with a sack for the temple, only to follow the will of God. Now they're digging one hole at a time and they're living in a shithole. As the expedition leader leading them, I feel an obligation to rescue them · · · · · ·. ”

Roland asked what he usually wondered.

“Why did you bring them here in the first place? Your Eminence, it's quite public knowledge that you're not getting along with Vikappa. It was clear the Earl here would not welcome the horde of hostile Cardinals. ”

“I didn't realize at the time that his moneymakers had closed the gates and barred the traffic. It was a huge mistake for me to under-explore. But it's my fault they're all dying."

“So that poor Mincho? If I donate for them, will you buy food or something with that money? ”

“Yes, I'm ashamed, but that's the best I can do. ”

Roland smiles and says:

“Nothing. I'd rather donate more to the temple if I have money to spend on them." Poor Mincho? Trembling for the Temple? What I saw back then was not so much those who would be described as lambs, Your Eminence. I've seen them beat lepers, rape each other, steal from each other, and rob farmers. ”

Osron panicked and excused himself.

“That's only part of them! Not all of them were evil. ”

“No way? Everyone was evil enough to rule out a part of themselves. Your Eminence, I doubt they'll be vulnerable enough to die if you don't take care of them. They look like they'd eat each other if they were starving. ”

Lollant is in a frenzy.

That wasn't an excuse I just said because I didn't want to pay for it. The real Lollant couldn't have any compassion for them.

Rather than immerse themselves in the leprosy they persecuted and feel hostile.

Suddenly, Roland looks at his colleagues.

In the meantime, Moji also added nothing. The moment I met Roland, I just nodded slightly and expressed my sympathy.

Osron's face darkens.

“My share is coming in soon. If you don't mind at least some of them, I dare give them to you. ”

Amaric says Osron opens his eyes wide.

“Ser Amaric? Are you sure?”

“Of course. A little help, but · · · · · ·"

Roland interrupts.

“Amalek. Don't you dare use your rightful share. Remember another colleague who died in this quest. Lord Maguillon. ”

Maguillon, another leper.

In this quest, Maguiron is dead. You were killed by arrows flying in from the battle with the Trolls, but of course you didn't resurrect it because you couldn't level up your yard.

“You mean Maguillon? Why him?”

Roland answers Amaric's question.

“It's not a backyard for mourning that death. And you're friendly with the men who tried to trample him down and kill him in the past? Nonsense. ”

Amaric smiles bitterly and says:

“That's why I want to donate more to them. ”

“What do you mean? ”

“Donations are made from top to bottom. And that creates a kind of a relationship. We were worse than them, but we're not. Lepid colleagues · · · · · · · ·. Now they're all dead, except me, but they're all dead as knights. ”

Roland adds to console.

“It was also the death of a warrior. ”

“Yes. Maguiron, who died last time, died as a warrior. Magilon also contributed to this quest. So if you donate some of the loot that you got this time, it will also be what Maguillon donates. And that's going to make Maguiron better than they are. ”

“Maguiron was always better than them. You don't have to donate. ”

“That's okay. You're a leper. You won't live long anyway. If you save money, what will you do with it? It's not like I'm going to build a kingdom here in Bifrost. ”

Roland looks at Amaric with a complex mind.

In the last battle with the Trolls, Amaric and Alonso level-up again. As a result, Amaric's body has stopped collapsing now that he has reached level 4. It will be thanks to the rise of health and sacred stats.

However, the already collapsed body was not restored.

So what's the life expectancy?

‘The life expectancy of untreated leprosy patients will be short, in which case? ’

Roland never knew. It was impossible to speculate, because it was a yard mixed with not only medicinal factors, but fantasy elements.

Anyway, shut up and save. I couldn't shoot you. Roland shuts up.

Osron expressed his appreciation in a panic.

“What a holy will! Lord Valdur will rejoice in this good deed! ”

All of a sudden, Alonso walks in.

“Then I'll help you with one hand, Your Grace! ”

Osron's smile grew even bigger.

“Lord? Thank you. Thank you so much!”

Somehow, every hand seemed to help.

Lollan looks back at Moji. But Mozi didn't seem to want to get involved in this problem, so she was only focused on eating.

‘Rotten.’

Instead of chewing on the chicken leg, Roland says,

“If your intentions are right, I will show you some kindness, too. ”

Osron exclaims, putting a white light on his face.

“You really thought well, Ser! ”

“But I'm only going to give you a fraction of my share. And I'm not even going to donate it to them. I'm going to give it to Sir Amaric. Lord Amaric changed his mind on the way, and he wouldn't care what he did with it. ”

Osron's face darkens. It doesn't matter who you give nominally.

“In the end, there is only one place that mercy can reach. As a member of Mediah, I am deeply grateful to you, Lord! ”

Osron says, and Roland shoots.

“Done. Thank Lord Amaric. And if you make a donation, how does it work? Is it a charity or is it stretching out and delivering relief supplies? ”

“The latter. As Cardinal, I plan to serve in person. ”

As Cardinal Roland, he interpreted the words in a way that he would not give up his chance to be praised.

Then I asked.

“Why don't you join Lord Amaric at the service? ”

Amaric opens his eyes wide.

“Me? ”

“I heard you tried to join the priesthood of Bondi. You'll be delighted at your charity, because it would be good to rejoice with the Cardinal. You can wear a polite mask in front of them. Of course, if you don't like it, you're welcome to refuse. ”

As Lollant, he thought he needed someone to keep an eye on the money.

However, Amaric interpreted the proposal differently.

‘Doing something with the Cardinal is an incredible opportunity for the clergy. Of course, I'm not a priest, but someday. ’

Soon, Amaric bows his head in gratitude.

“I'd be happy to. If you'll excuse me.”

According to Amaric, Osron smiles mercifully.

“It would be an honor to join you, of course. ”

Then everyone continued to eat. After a short time, Osron makes a swooping speech.

“But Lord Roland, How much for a little? ”

“A penny. Will you write it down?”

As Lollant, Osron laughs.

“No, that's enough. Thank you again, Ser! ”

Immediately, Roland thought the smile was a lie. And it wasn't until a few days later that the relics were sold that Roland realized that Osron was really happy about what he said.

The artifacts were only sold for a few points that day. I had to share another share of the points sold.

So the gold in his hand should have been few, but it wasn't.

The gold the coalition member brought made Roland zinc.

“Hundred thousand dollars? ”

I swallowed what I said already. The union member said with a very expressive expression.

“Some of the artifacts that were in poor condition were put up for pre-auction because they were too clumsy to export to a future auction. However, I assure you, it was never for sale by Buryburia. ”

It seemed like I could get a better price, but he said he was sorry for not doing so. Roland was embarrassed.

This is the bounty so far, and about half of the proceeds from selling the corpse of the monster have come in at once.

I only sold a few bad things at that price. Then how much would it cost to sell them all?

Soon, Roland enters his room and closes the door. Then he dug his face into the bed and died alone.

It didn't matter how much I had to take away from there and give it to the damn cardinal right away. Even so, there was enough money to gather.

The group buys armor with it, and gets closer to the goal.

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