Chapter 002 Herbalist Lv1

"What should I do?"

"Where's the way out?"

Thinking of the turmoil he will face in the future, Gawain feels a deep sense of powerlessness. However, it is useless to think too much. His top priority now is to heal the pain on his body and gain the power to protect himself as soon as possible.

Only in this way can we survive in the coming troubled times.

after all.

He doesn't want to face death again just after traveling through time. Only those who have died once will cherish life more.

With endless thoughts and combined with the known information, Gawain quickly found a way to treat himself.

At this time, the goddess of life has not yet fallen, "Twilight of the Gods" has not yet begun, and the world is still peaceful. He only needs to invite a priest from the Church of Life to easily heal all injuries.

"It's just that...a high-ranking priest has no time to pity a humble poor person like me."

"We have to find a way."

Gawain quickly came up with an idea. He steeled himself and spoke to Mark who was still chattering: "Brave Mark, I have a little thing that I need your help with."

Seeing Mark's eyes rolling around, Gawain directly showed his cards:

"Ten bronze stars!"

"This is what you said." Mark immediately stood up excitedly, holding his head high and said: "Speak quickly, brave Mark will definitely help you do it beautifully."

Gawain felt happy and blurted out his plan.

"What?"

"Are you crazy? Where do you have a hundred golden dragons?" Mark's eyes widened, and his horrified expression could not be concealed. The goddess of life witnessed that he had never seen golden dragons a few times since he was a child. Even if the Clover family is a decent person, But it doesn't look like there are a hundred golden dragons.

What's more, now his house has been looted by gangsters.

"What? Brave Mark can't even handle this little thing?" Gawain didn't want to waste time and directly used the provocation method.

"No no no!"

Mark took a few steps back in fear, and then tried to dissuade him: "The brave Mark will never be troubled by this little thing, but... But you can only bear the anger of teasing Father Nick yourself, Gawain, my friend , You must know that the distinguished Father Nick likes to burn heretics with flames, you are not a noble, you... you will die!"

"It's none of your business."

Gawain looked determined and continued to provoke: "Now, it's time to prove that Mark is not a coward!"

Mark's irritated face turned red, and he gritted his teeth and rushed out of the room.

"Huh~~"

Gawain lay on the bed and let out a breath. His face was frighteningly pale, but he was a little excited. If the plan went well, he would have a healthy body today.

but.

There is another difficulty next, and we must recharge our batteries.

"Can't sleep!"

"Can't sleep!"

Gawain shouted in his heart, but his eyelids became heavier and heavier. When he was awakened by the movement around him, he opened his eyes and saw a serious-looking bald middle-aged man standing in front of the bed.

The other party was wearing a loose gray robe, with green saplings symbolizing the goddess of life embroidered on his left shoulder. He was holding an exquisite pottery in his left hand and was looking down at Gawain with indifferent eyes.

As for the Alba family, they were huddled in the corner of the room with humble expressions, not daring to make a sound.

"N...Father Nick."

Gawain's voice was a little hoarse, but his expression quickly calmed down.

Father Nick snorted and said in an indifferent tone: "I heard that you want to donate a hundred golden dragons to the church?"

The three members of Alba's family held their breath for a moment, for fear of arousing Father Nick's wrath. Mark, the instigator, buried his head deeply, as if he had already seen the scene of Gawain being engulfed in flames.

Although the goddess of life is benevolent, her divine power is inviolable, and those who blaspheme never have a good end.

"Yes!"

Gawain nodded seriously and blurted out the words he had prepared in advance: "The Clover family will donate a hundred golden dragons to the Church of Life and pray for the blessing of the goddess. However, my house was just ransacked by gangs two days ago, so I can't come up with these yet. Golden Dragon.”

Father Nick's face gradually turned livid, as if he was about to become angry at the next moment.

"However, I will adopt the method of installment donation, donate a small portion every month, and pay it all within one year. As compensation, I will donate an additional twenty golden dragons."

"This is a promise made by me, Gawain* Shamrock, on behalf of the Shamrock family."

Gawain finished speaking in one breath, and the Alba family's eyes widened, wondering if they were hallucinating. They had never heard of such a weird thing as "instalment donation."

Father Nick's face quickly softened, and he obviously recognized Gawain's unique donation method. He took out an emerald green scepter from somewhere, dipped it in the holy water in the pottery in his left hand, and sang in a chanting tone:

"The goddess...takes care of you!"

In an instant, the bright white light filled Gawain's vision.

He quickly closed his slightly stinging eyes, feeling warm all over his body, as if he had returned to his mother's arms when he was a child. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he vaguely seemed to see blue light flowing under his eyelids.

When he wanted to take a closer look, he fell asleep.

...

When Gawain woke up again, the narrow window was reflecting the afterglow of the sunset, and he subconsciously sat up on the bed.

Quick hands and feet.

No harm or pain.

"Am I really cured?"

"What a magical healing spell."

Gawain was overjoyed and touched his body with his little hands. Except for some hunger in his belly, he felt no discomfort in his body. He quickly calmed down and caught a glimpse of a piece of papyrus placed by the bedside.

He reached out and picked up the papyrus, and took a few glances. On it was a bill for the installment donation written in Nobian script.

"Haha!"

Gawain grinned and stuffed the bill into his arms.

If it is not wrong, the goddess of life will be blocked by wizards in her kingdom of God within half a year. At that time, in order to survive, she will make a final struggle and choose to accept believers into the kingdom of God, and survive for a while in the extreme way of burning the souls of believers.

At that time, many people who believe in the goddess of life will die, and the Church of Life will exist in name only.

Not only does Gawain not have to donate, if possible, he even wants to use the advantage of foresight to quietly receive part of the legacy of the Church of Life in Lujiao Town.

However, this is not an easy task.

Because even if the pastor and priest die, there will be some temple knights and nuns who are not deeply faithful. Without a certain strength, it is impossible to break into the church.

"So, next I have to improve my strength as soon as possible."

"In the world of Pandora, there are not many ways to become stronger. The easiest ones are knights and wizards. Except for the knights of grace who inherit the power of the gods, ordinary knights are generally very weak and basically cannon fodder. As for me, it is best to become a wizard apprentice before the goddess of life falls, otherwise I will lose the opportunity."

"If I wait until the mysterious god falls, knowledge will have a price, and the difficulty of becoming a wizard apprentice will increase several times."

Gawain concentrated on thinking and frowned:

"Don't I have a golden finger?"

As soon as he thought of this, scattered blue light condensed on the retina, and soon a panel appeared, which was divided into gray and blue, and clearly listed rows of data.

[Name]: Gawain * Clover

[Age]: 13

[Constitution]: 0.7

[Spirit]: 1.2

[Skills]: Herbalist lv1 (23%); Archery lv1 (7%)

[Status]: Healthy

[Krypton Gold Points]: 0.00

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