I Am A Priest In The Otherworld

2000 gold!

An unprecedented high price!

This kind of rhetoric shocked Gallo, and he couldn't help touching his chin.

Am I so valuable?

Or simply...

No, no, I am a devout believer of the goddess, very spine, how can I have such an idea?

Fortunately, he quickly denied some absurd ideas.

And the mercenaries are still discussing the Skullcrusher.

"Compared to offering a reward, I am more concerned about the rank of the skullbreaker?"

Captain Gessen asked.

"At least the sixth-level elite start, and the seventh-level master is very likely!"

The caveman scout said quickly.

"He had this kind of strength when he was just in his early days. Now that a few years have passed, how can he be ranked 7th? It may even have reached the threshold of the 8th rank legend..."

"And we are only Tier 5..."

As Captain Gerson said, a wry smile appeared on his face.

emmmmmm, actually I don’t have a rank at all...

Gallo sneered beside him.

The clergy generally do not participate in the rank evaluation of the outside world, because their strength and combat power are not entirely dependent on their own efforts, and will be restricted by their own positions. If they cannot reach the bishop, they will not be able to use the sixth-order magical skills. The class can be said to be equivalent. solidified.

What happens to the clergy after an epiphany/falling off a cliff/public resignation after a sudden increase in strength will not happen to the clergy.

But why do they care about my rank?

Gallo was a little curious, and continued to listen to the mercenary chat.

"Captain, listening to you say that, don't you want to capture the Skullcrusher?"

The wizard mage asked.

"Hahaha, after all, it's a 2,000-gold man head, saying that I don't want to be a fake, if I have a chance, of course I will...hiss..."

When Gessen was halfway through, he suddenly felt something was wrong, and quickly took a breath, drew out the long sword in his hand, and looked around nervously.

The instinct that he has cultivated in dancing all the year round at the tip of the knife made him feel a strong sense of crisis just now, very clear, very clear, just like a real sense of crisis.

A similar feeling, he only felt it in that instant of life and death...

It was as if the Skullcrusher had heard what he said just now, spied coldly on the side, and would jump out to blow his head at any time.

The other mercenaries also reacted almost similarly. They immediately stopped chatting, restrained the horse and slowed down, held his breath, and looked around nervously.

They dare not dismount, because they may have to ride away at any time...

But after watching for a long time, I found nothing. There were only quiet roads and the same quiet groves around him, and Pastor Gallo, who had a very kind and kind smile on his face.

After confirming that there was no danger, the mercenaries were relieved one after another...

"Just now, I almost thought I was going to die...what is going on?"

Captain Gessen asked with lingering fear.

"I feel the same way, but there is nothing unusual around me... Pastor Gallo, do you feel anything?"

The caveman scout asked.

"No, what happened to you just now?"

Gallo smiled slightly and asked, as if he was still out of the situation, feeling nothing.

The other mercenaries didn't say anything, not everyone has their dangerous instincts, so they continued to talk about the strange sense of crisis just now:

"Couldn't it be because we mentioned the Skullcrusher that attracted his attention?"

"I heard that there are some powerful ones, and I can know that others are saying bad things behind their backs..."

The caveman scout asked:

"But isn't this the power only those angels and gods have?"

The wizard mage then added:

"I've heard that some powerful demigods can do it..."

"Seriously Skullcrusher is already a ninth-order demigod, right?"

"Ahem, anyway, don't talk about him..."

Captain Gerson said quickly, as if to explain to the Skullcrusher from a distance, and continued:

"I just joked casually just now, what he said is a high-ranking powerhouse, not a team like ours can covet, I really just joked casually..."

"Moreover, I also admire the style of the Skullcrusher. The heroes fight for justice, punish and punish evil. This is what a real hero does! Thinking about it makes people fascinated! How could I hunt down such a character?"

Other mercenaries also echoed:

"Yeah, yeah, I have always been a fan of Skullcrushers!"

"When I was born, I only pushed the Skullcrusher!"

"Let's talk about something else..."

Gallo was dumbfounded by hearing it, is he so scary? Obviously, isn't it elegant and easy-going, gentle and kind-hearted?

Alas, people misunderstand me deeply...

As for these mercenaries, he thought about it, let it go, don't develop them into the teacher.

These people take money too seriously!

What's more, the daily beating and killing is not in line with the style of sect and benevolence.

But the business can still be done. Gallo doesn’t mind having more ways to make money. Although the days are getting better and there are new churches, he still wants to build a bigger, more gorgeous, and better-positioned church. Still need a lot of money.

While thinking, he patted Amia on the back, signaled it to be quiet, and pulled the car well.

Amia's eyes lit up just now...

In this way, everyone didn't say much for the rest of the road, and they kept rushing silently, and the speed was a little faster than expected. At dusk, the outline of Yorktown could already be seen.

Yorktown is located in the deep mountains, with only one access road, but thanks to the surrounding mineral veins, the entire town is well developed, beautifully built, and has a population of more than 2,000, mostly miners and blacksmiths.

There were no accidents along the way, and no robber beasts with long eyes emerged. It seemed that this would be a very smooth commission.

But when everyone got closer, Gallo suddenly pulled the rein on his hand and motioned everyone to stop.

"It seems something is wrong..."

He smelled something different in the air.

Captain Gerson didn't despise his opinion because of his youth, and quickly stopped the crowd, and let the caveman scout get closer to investigate carefully.

The caveman quickly turned over and got off his horse, found a big tree nearby, climbed up quickly, and looked far in the direction of Yorktown.

The series of actions looked very skilled and professional, and it almost forgot that it didn't even have eyes...

"The cave people's hearing is hundreds of times more sensitive than ours. They can use the sounds they hear to construct pictures in their brains. The ears are their eyes. They can'see' farther and'see' more than we can."

Captain Gerson explained to the side.