It was destined to be a sleepless night. Although the townsmen have returned home, most of the rooms are lit with the light of oil lamps.

In this world, lamp oil is quite expensive. If there is nothing important, I usually don’t order it.

Now, most of the townspeople have lit up the lights, reflecting the golden light on the lake, and a crescent moon in the sky makes the night look quiet and beautiful.

Occasionally, when the lake breeze blows, it makes a cool and comfortable feeling.

Beta lay on the railing of the bridge in the middle of the lake, staring blankly at the lake in the distance, not knowing what he was thinking.

Roland dug a pit near the wooden house, swept all the ashes after the wooden house were burned into it with the mage's hand and then filled it in.

Then a cross tombstone was erected in front of the pit.

Then he walked to the bridge in the middle of the lake and saw the young man in a daze.

Roland walked to Beta, followed him, lying on the bridge railing, looking at the lake with a scale light in the distance.

Beta turned his head and quietly wiped his eyes with his sleeve.

"What are you thinking?" Roland asked in a low voice after a while.

"Think nothing."

The boy's voice was a little hoarse. From Roland's perspective, he could see that there seemed to be tears at the corner of his eyes.

Roland sighed softly when he thought of Falken's departure.

"Brother Roland, sorry, I messed up the matter." Beta whispered.

The boy's voice was filled with regret. Roland looked at him, and after a while, he smiled and said, "How much reputation have you reduced?"

"30 o'clock." Beta pursed her lips.

Beta was not hurt by his reputation. He simply felt that he had done something wrong. He treated the NPCs as a string of data, but the two old men told him with their actions that they had their own souls and their own ideas, and they did not have any preset "question plot".

Everything is natural and real.

"I've only dropped 10 points. The townspeople have their own preferences. I've been here for a long time and are more familiar with them. They have a higher tolerance for me." Roland thought for a while and said, "This strengthens my previous opinion. This is not a simple game."

Beta pulled out an ugly smile: "But they are indeed in a game. I understand your idea, charcoal-based life, silicon-based life, and even... data life. But a company that started out as a copycat really has the ability to make such a game, a game of life?"

"If these NPCs are really life, why didn't the game company explain it at the beginning?"

The sound behind Beta gradually became louder, and even a vague roaring smell.

Roland said on the side: "Maybe even the game company doesn't know what they did?"

"Do you think this is possible?" Beta snorted softly.

Roland replied, "Who knows? Such a thing is unsure."

For a moment, the two of them didn't talk anymore, and the sound of the lake wind was singing softly around them.

After a while, Roland asked again: "What are your plans next?"

"Go to other cities." A trace of loss flashed in Beta's eyes: "I'm not welcome here anymore, and it's meaningless to stay."

Roland straightened up, looked at the lights in the distance, and said lightly: "Just run away like this? Don't you try to save it?"

After a moment of silence, Beta turned his head and looked at him: "Brother Roland, do you have any good solutions?"

"In the maple forest on the other side of the mountain, there is a nest of giant spiders, which poses a great threat to the town." Roland said slowly: "Although I killed some before, I was alone, and you also know that the mage is not suitable for appearing on the front-line battlefield in the early stage, so the progress is a bit slow. If you can cooperate with me..."

Beta asked with interest: "Can it work? By the way, the charcoal-grilled spider legs I've eaten before are delicious."

Seeing that the boy's mood improved a little, Roland smiled and said, "Where are such a big spider legs for you to bake in the real world? Or are you eating toothpick meat?"

Beta replied with a longing expression: "Coconut crab."

"Isn't that a crab? No, I remember it seems to be a shrimp?" Roland was stunned.

"It's all arthropods, so it's okay to treat them as spiders."

Roland laughed: "It makes sense for you to say that."

Speaking of food, Beta's mood got better and better, and he said, "Then I'll go to other places to practice swordsmanship first."

"You still know swordsmanship?" Roland was stunned: "Have you learned it in a fencing hall or something?"

Beta shook his head: "No, in the village where I was born, there was a veteran who knew basic military swordsmanship. I spent three silver coins with him. Although there were only a few throws, after practicing for more than ten days, I found that it was indeed very useful."

"Three silver coins..." Roland sighed. He dug for more than a month, and after deducting the food expenses, he saved about three silver coins.

The other party entered the game more than half a month later than him, but now it seems that he still has money to do with him.

Thinking of this, he asked, "Where did you make so much money?"

Beta replied: "The god-born nobles have a passive act that is 'lucky wealth', and they can pick up money! It has been triggered several times, and I have picked up nearly three gold coins in total."

I'll go!

Roland felt a little sad. The cousins ​​seemed to be short of money for playing games.

A paladin who has taken office will receive twenty gold coins every month, which is equivalent to more than 200,000 soft sister coins.

The boy in front of me can get money... Well, I feel a sense of happiness that I get for nothing, and somehow I feel a little jealous.

If possible, he also wanted to play games easily and didn't have to run around for money, but the reality was cruel.

He can only make a living by mining.

Watching Beta run aside to practice swordsmanship, he then returns to his own small thatched house on the hillside.

There was a figure standing at the door. When I approached, it was Falken.

When Falken saw him, he took the initiative to walk over. Under the moonlight, he was wearing a green robe, and for some reason, he looked particularly old.

"How about talking to the old man?"

Roland nodded.

Falken walked a few steps forward, looked at the town at the foot of the mountain, and said in a heavy tone: "We actually knew that James' son was dead a long time ago."

Hearing this, Roland smiled bitterly first, then shook his head helplessly.

"In fact, with the mentality and physicality of the James couple, they can't live long. But it's always good to live for a while." Falken sighed long ago: "But walking early can also have the benefits of walking a little bit. At least they don't have to suffer from illness, and they can stay with their son before they die."

Roland didn't know how to respond, but he could hear some sadness from Falken's words.

"I'm leaving too!"

At first, Roland didn't understand the meaning of the sentence, but then he looked at Falken.

"Don't be so surprised. As a pastor, of course you will know when you will be summoned by the gods you believe in." Falken showed an indifferent, even light and gentle expression: "In three months left, I will enter the Kingdom of God... Don't show such a uncomfortable expression, you should be happy for me."

"That's strange. If you die, you will die, and you will have nothing."

"No, as long as we pastors do not make a big mistake, our souls will live in the Kingdom of God after death."
Chapter completed!