I, the prince in distress, send money

Chapter 104 God Says: Ambitious Chris
Chris took Mia and opened the curtain and walked into the tent. The players inside rushed out impatiently like huskies let out for some fresh air.

"Ah, Your Highness, the people are inside. I will return to the fortress first."

Chris shook his head and watched the knife go away.

Turning back, Chris found a chair to sit on in the tent, and asked Mia and Aisha to stand aside. Then he began to look at the middle-aged man in a yellow tunic standing in front of him.

To be honest, when Chris saw the yellow robe for the first time, he subconsciously mistook it for a Taoist robe. It was not until he took a second look that he realized that it was actually an ancient Greek robe.

That is the kind of toga, but this style of robe is usually made of white linen. The yellow silk robe on this middle-aged man is relatively rare and expensive.

According to Chris's memory, this continent does not produce silk. All silk is imported from overseas and is ridiculously expensive.

Without mentioning the distant past, let’s just look at the silk robe on this middle-aged man. It is thin and has patterns of grains, fruits and flowers on it. The yellow background of the robe matches the colors of the patterns perfectly.

The collar and cuffs of the robe are trimmed with a circle of exquisite gold piping, undulating like waves. A silk belt of the same color is tied around the waist of the robe, which is also embroidered with some simple grain and flower patterns, which is consistent with the overall style of the robe and makes it more slimming.

The outfit on this middle-aged man was obviously made by a master and was very expensive. Chris estimated based on his previous life's memories that the money he would get from buying these second-hand items would be enough to arm twenty foot knights.

In other words, the player escorting this guy was born in the 25th century and was used to seeing good things, so he didn't realize that he was transporting a human-shaped golden statue.

The player suffered from his good background. If Chris were the player, he would have stripped this guy of everything and sold him second-hand at a local auction house to make a fortune.

Chris was looking at the middle-aged man, and the latter was also looking at him. The tent fell into silence for a moment, and no one spoke.

Chris was thinking back to the player's report. This person, who was suspected to be a priest, pastor, or some kind of clergyman of the Church of the Earth, was discovered by the player on the stone bridge inside the fortress.

When they discovered him, the middle-aged man was fighting with a magician from the Restoration Army. The fight was so fierce that the stone bridge inside the fortress was broken and both men fell down.

The magician of the Restoration Army fell unconscious and has not woken up yet. On the contrary, the clergy of the Mother Earth are intact. When the player climbed down to rescue them, the latter were dragging people out of the ruins of the stone bridge.

Judging from the traces at the scene, this priest of the Mother Earth crawled out of the pile of rocks by himself. His physique was so strong that it was simply horrifying.

However, now that Chris looked at the priest's clothes, he knew he would be unharmed, probably because of the robe that didn't look like an ordinary item.

"What do you call it?"

Chris took the initiative to greet him.

"Should I call you priest or pastor?"

"May your steps be as light as the breath of the earth. I am Alanka Dolan, a priestess serving the Mother Earth. I am here to pay my respects to you."

This handsome middle-aged man with black messy hair, a square face, a wide and flat nose, and melancholy eyes bent down towards Chris with his chest protected.

"Please don't call me a pastor, my lord. That's the title reserved for the shepherds of the God of Light."

This earth priest was quite polite, which made Chris feel embarrassed... Before coming, he thought that the priest wanted to do something, so he brought Mia with him.

"I heard you wanted to see me."

"Yes."

Alanka leaned over to Chris again. "I want to know, what is your purpose here? To survive, to rule, or to... to subvert?"

When Alanka said this, the air in the tent almost froze. Chris saw that the flame in the hurricane lamp hanging on the top of the tent was motionless, cut into prism-shaped fragments, hovering above the carpet.

He even heard the sound of rolling wheat waves, trembling like the hum of a bee.

Some indescribable, unlookable will has descended here.

Alanka's posture changed. He sat on the chair with his legs slightly bent, his hands gently placed on his lower abdomen, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, his eyes narrowed into crescent shapes, and his face was kind.

This made Chris shudder and he felt a little nauseous and wanted to vomit.

As if sensing Chris's subtle and undisguised expression, the will that descended upon Alanka smiled slightly, and then the flesh and blood on his face began to move like rolling magma and wriggling black soil.

The skin, blood vessels, muscles, hair, and white bones all changed their positions and reassembled into new shapes under Chris's gaze.

In just a moment, an elderly woman with black braids that fell to her shoulders, a kind face, deep and bright eyes, and who looked like an ordinary farm woman appeared in front of Chris.

This made Chris gasp.

This is really cruel. This guy messed up the body of his own sacrifice so casually. Even if it returns to its original appearance afterwards, Alanka's life span will be shortened by at least five years.

"Answer me, young being, what do you want?"

The suspected female consciousness in front of Chris asked him questions through Alanka's mouth in a trembling voice that was a mixture of a boy and a girl.

"I do not know."

Chris was very honest. He spread his hands and showed no fear of the existence in front of him. He was sincere and pure, without any lies.

"My return was purely accidental, and what I'm doing now is because someone wants me to do something."

He stared at Chris with Alanka's brown eyes and spoke slowly.

"You...are very ambitious. You will disrupt the order of the world."

Ah, I'm ambitious?
Chris immediately became unhappy. You said I would disrupt the order of the world. I admit that, because of the players, and more importantly, because the world order is now starving people to death. Anyone with normal modern Chinese values ​​will definitely not tolerate such things.

But, you said I was ambitious, that's not right, why am I ambitious, what did I do to make me ambitious! ?

Chris was anxious to ask back, to refute this ambitious man, but he, who ended up in Alanka's body, was like an elementary school student on the Internet in later generations. After unilaterally slandering Chris, he quickly blocked him.

Time began to flow again, the flame of the hurricane lamp flickered, and the solidified light spot shone on the carpet again, and the dust in the air rolled because of Chris's movements.

Alanka, who was sitting in front of Chris, also regained his standing position in the blink of an eye, and even returned to his original appearance, but he rolled his eyes, fell backwards, fell heavily to the ground, and fainted.

Mia, who was standing next to Chris, blinked her eyes. She looked at Alanka lying on the ground in confusion, then looked up at Chris, and pulled the corner of the former's clothes with her hand, trying to get him to follow her.

"Looking people, this blind man who fainted is so dirty and smelly. Let's go and not stay here."

(End of this chapter)