This adventurer is overly righteous.

This price is simply outrageous. The one that Kroya used first only cost six silver coins, and he had saved up for quite some time to afford it.

Kroya felt that his previous sword was quite good, although it was not as good as the one forged by Leijin, but considering the price, it was understandable.

Kroya's current idea is to find a human weapon shop and buy a new sword. This dwarf seems to focus on high-quality items, which isn't suitable for him.

"How about it? Fifty silver coins isn't too expensive for you adventurers, and better equipment is needed to challenge stronger monsters..."

Leijin spoke at length, then led Kroya into the blacksmith's shop, where the weapons displayed looked even more exquisite.

It also looks very expensive...

Kroya politely indicated that he was short of money, but Leijin just snorted coldly.

"An adventurer's weapon is as important as their hands and feet, and you're being stingy with it? What an idiot!"

"You think fifty silver coins for that sword outside is expensive? That's nothing!"

Leijin then took a long sword from the wall, its entire body gleaming with gold. It had a noble texture and its blade was sparkling. Leijin simply swung it and cleaved the pile of forging scraps lying to the side in two.

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"This is what you call a good sword! All of you adventurers should buy one. Those outside are just defective products I sell to poor kids!"

Kroya could tell that the old dwarf's forged equipment was indeed of excellent quality, but he also harbored unrealistic fantasies about the adventurers' financial resources...

However, Croa did have the idea of ​​buying such a good sword. After all, who wouldn't want to own a divine weapon that could cut through iron like mud?

Kroya became an adventurer to improve his attributes and avoid the effects of albinism on his body. He didn't plan to be an adventurer for the rest of his life; he actually preferred a safer and more peaceful life.

However, after giving up his adventures, he thought it would be nice to bring back a good sword as a memento of this period of time.

However, Carter's promise to give 30% of the mission reward had not yet been received, and Kroya now only had about twenty silver coins left, including the money he had brought earlier.

"goodbye..."

Kroya bid farewell to Lejin, and kept the idea of ​​earning money to buy a good sword in his mind.

.......

The next morning, Croa was awakened by the sound of bells.

The bells rang out from the southwest corner of Whitestone Town, their sound distant and deep. Kroya was quite familiar with them; they were the church bells.

He used to live in a church, and had almost made "getting up when he heard the bells" a physical instinct.

"Let's go take a look."

Kroya thought to himself, after all, he was a true believer.

But before that, he needed to dress himself up. Kroya had had enough of those strange looks, and he wanted to make himself look inconspicuous.

At the same time, it was also because Croa was quite well-known in the churches in the area, and as a trainee pastor, he could be a guest of honor in any church.

However, not every pastor is as good as Croa's adoptive father. It is not uncommon for churches to harbor filth. As a trainee pastor, Croa also has the right to report other churches for violating doctrine. Moreover, God has indeed rewarded him.

Therefore, if Croa were to enter the church without any disguise, he would probably be recognized at a glance, and the priests would also disguise themselves as perfect and competent priests.

Kroya happens to have the skill "Disguise" in his skill bar.

The morning sky was tinged red by the sun's rays. Most of the residents of Whitestone Town did not have the habit of getting up early, and Kroya did not see many people as he walked along the bluestone road.

Vendors began pushing their carts and setting up breakfast stalls. Kroya bought one along the way; it was a sandwich-like food that cost two coppers.

Thank you for your patronage.

The vendor enthusiastically wrapped the food and handed it to Kroya. Kroya nodded and turned to leave, but then he noticed a few dirty children at the corner of the road, their eyes fixed on the food in Kroya's hand.

"A few more, please," Kroya said, blinking before turning back to the vendor.

"Sir, you are so kind..." The vendor had also noticed, and said with a sigh, "The parents of those children were all adventurers. Adventurers don't live long, and the children died at the hands of monsters before they even grew up."

"They come from outside, and nobody knows where they came from before. They can't find family to take care of them, so these children can only wander."

"We usually give them leftovers to eat, and with the help of kind people like you, these children have barely managed to survive until now..."

"It's not easy," Kroya said, taking a few more portions from the vendor, then asking, "Didn't the church provide any assistance?"

Kroya's background was even worse. If he hadn't been taken in and raised in a church by his adoptive father, he probably would have died long ago.

"According to doctrine and rules..."

"This costs money, where would we get so much money to feed and drink these children?" the vendor said matter-of-factly.

This was rather strange. Kroya didn't think that a church located in White Rock, a town with a population of over 100,000, would be so short of money.

In the Netherlands, the church had the right to collect certain taxes, and in return, the priests in the church were responsible for healing the sick, purifying the souls of the dead, and so on.

Helping the poor is included, and given the normal income level of a church, helping these children is by no means difficult.

"Even just providing one loaf of bread a day?"

"That's not available either, sir..."

Kroya's footsteps echoed on the cobblestone path. He looked at the exquisitely decorated church that had come into view and couldn't help but frown slightly.

"Take it and eat it."

Kroya distributed the remaining food to the children, who seemed listless and just frantically stuffed the hard-won food into their mouths. Kroya then brought them water as well.

Your generosity, kindness, and gentleness are commendable qualities.

[Strength slightly increased]

After the children finished eating all the food in their hands, they remembered to thank the kind man with fair skin, but he had already disappeared.

"not bad..."

Kroya spoke in a voice only he could hear, it was hard to tell whether it was praise or sarcasm. He stood at the church entrance, looking up at the dozens of white steps that stretched upwards, each step making a crisp, melodious sound.

"Shiraishi."

Kroya thought of White Rock Town's specialty, a special white rock that was an excellent building material, from which White Rock Town got its name.

These steps, or rather the entire church, are made of pure white. Kroya guessed that it was white stone, which is not cheap even in its place of origin, White Stone Town.

"Are you here to pay your respects?"

Kroya walked to the main entrance of the church. The symmetrical doors were just opened, and a boy who looked a few years younger than Kroya opened them. He glanced at Kroya's attire with a hint of disdain.

"If so, please change your clothes before you come back."

"God wouldn't like you dressed like that, even if you're not bad-looking."

Kroya doesn't like overly fancy or extravagant clothes, so her daily attire is quite simple, just clean and tidy.

"Really?" Kroya vigorously rubbed the boy's head, making his head shake back and forth.

"I don't think so."

The boy felt insulted and left in anger. Kroya removed his disguise and went straight into the church.

The "Divine Favor" talent in his skill tree is no joke.