Chapter 83 - Battle Priest (2/2)

How about… seeking help from the netizens on the forums?

The netizen who pointed out he had a hidden specialty seemed impressive right off the bat. Later on, when he logged out of the game, he would go on the forums and @ him to see if he could get some help with the calculations.

Because Vivian wasn’t at the Magic Tower, Roland could only go out and look for food himself.

When he arrived at the entrance to the Magic Tower, he saw Hawk, Link, and a man in a chainmail suit walk over.

Roland a.s.sumed that the man was another warrior at first, but then he discovered that the man actually had obvious mental energy waves emanating from his body.

This was the mark of a spellcaster.

Moreover, this man’s body was quite upright. He appeared only to be 17 years old, but the expression in his eyes was quite mature!

A player?

It couldn’t be helped; the vibe of the players compared to that of the NPCs were too obvious.

Just like the majority of Chinese people, they could easily distinguish between people of the Celestial Empire[1] and people of the Fusang[2].

This person is also from Silver Wings?

Just when Roland was thinking this, he heard Hawk say, “Roland, this is the priest you recruited online. He found us first, so I immediately brought him over to you.”

Priest?

Wait, this is a priest?

The man was in heavy armor from head to toe, carrying an iron-made square s.h.i.+eld on his back, with a small iron mace hanging on his waist—the mace was even studded and looked quite lethal.

And the man’s neck and the part of his wrists which were not covered by his armor, were clearly marked with striated muscles.

The muscles in these areas were quite hard to train. If the man could train these muscles to such prominence, then the muscle on other parts of his body was definitely not bad either.

“This man is obviously of a close-combat cla.s.s, and you tell me he’s a priest?”

Roland found this somewhat inconceivable. In his impression, priests were definitely similar to Falken, wearing a magic robe and holding a staff.

“I’m really a priest,” this man in the chainmail said seriously. “I’m a battle priest, and Master Roland, you can’t bring your previous experiences in other games to this one. I’ve already stayed two months in the Church of Life, and I can tell you confidently that if anything happens in the various large churches, we battle priests are on the frontlines. Close combat, support, and healing, we’re all proficient in. The priests you’re talking about are clerks that know theurgy. Their responsibility is to ensure logistics, spread the faith, as well as appease the believers. They almost never partic.i.p.ate in battles. If they did partic.i.p.ate in battles, then that would be a time a sect’s survival was in the balance.”

I see… Roland said with a smile, “Sorry about that. I’m inside the Magic Tower deriving spells most of the time and very rarely partic.i.p.ate in battles with others, so I don’t understand much regarding these matters.”

“No worries, everyone’s a newbie. There are too many things in this game for us to understand,” the man said with a smile. “You can call me Jett.”

“Jett… have you had breakfast yet?” Roland asked.

Jett shook his head.

Hawk asked with an excited look, “Are you treating us? So rich!”

Roland nodded. “Of course. Let’s go to Gray Sand, the atmosphere is slightly livelier. I’ll notify the party leader as well.”

Jett had a somewhat confused expression. “Roland, aren’t you the party leader?”

“No, a friend in my guild is. Wait, I’m leaving a message for him with the guild system.”

At this moment, Jett’s eyes lit up. “Guild system… the guild F6?”

[1] Ancient name for China

[2] Ancient name for j.a.pan