Chapter 263 - Isn“t It the Good Life? (1/2)

“Do you really know what the profession of Saint Samurai stands for?”

Rommel said these words with a wry smile and a distinct hint of sarcasm.

Everyone’s expressions were a bit foul. Suel was extremely upset, and he shouted, “Say what you have to say, don’t play coy over there. Isn’t it just a particularly powerful profession? What’s the big deal.”

“You guys really just think of the Saint Samurai as a profession.” Rommel chuckled and shook his head. “Even though many people now think of this world as a real world, there are some concepts you still haven’t really grasped.”

Hawk nodded and said, “The Saint Samurai hold a high position in the Church of Light, we know that.”

“No, you still don’t get it.” Rommel laughed aloud, a tremor in his voice. “You only think of the Saint Samurai as a profession, and you completely ignore its background notes. You subconsciously bring your previous gaming experience into this game, and you don’t take these annotations as real at all.”

The others didn’t quite understand yet. But Link’s expression, sensitive and pure as he was, changed drastically.

Hawk took a deep breath and his huge body took two steps forward. “Please elaborate.”

“One of the basic principles of a Saint Samurai is honesty, which means that Schuck didn’t lie at all just now, and that piece of equipment must have had an attribute that enhanced light theurgy, and that equipment must have been given to him by the G.o.ddess of Light.”

Suel said impatiently, “I told you, we know all this, we’re just trying to force Schuck to give us some money. Everyone in F6 is rich anyway, how nice it’d be to extort some money out of them. if it’s just this c.r.a.p, you don’t need to repeat it again.”

“This is just the beginning, what follows is what I’m really trying to say.” Rommel looked at Suel and continued to maintain his enigmatic smile. “Saint Samurai are above tens of thousands of people and only below one person in the Church of Light. They are magistrates themselves and have the privilege of initiating holy wars.”

Suel leaned back, held his belly, and laughed aloud. “Spouting about the right to initiate a holy war, you think too much of Saint Samurai.”

Rommel shook his head helplessly. “This is why your mindset still hasn’t fully turned around. This is a very ‘real’ game, and the annotations are all real.”

Everyone was silent.

Rommel continued, “Although Schuck looks no different from us—we are all players—in the eyes of the NPCs, Schuck is much n.o.bler than us. As you have noticed before, Ans was willing to talk to the F6 trio but didn’t really want to talk to us. Even though Hawk sometimes asked questions, he wouldn’t answer directly, but looked at Betta and told the latter the answer.”

The members of Silver Wings still remained silent.

Rommel continued, “If that piece of equipment was really a dungeon drop, we could naturally argue with reason, but that piece of equipment was really given to the Saint Samurai by the G.o.ddess of Light—you have no idea how terrifying religious lunatics are. Anything related to a G.o.d becomes a holy relic, not to mention a gift from the G.o.ds. If the followers of the G.o.ddess of Light knew that you tried futilely to lay your hands on the holy relic… hehe!”

The crowd was looking more and more unpleasant.

Sol argued forcibly: “That’s impossible, I don’t think Schuck is that powerful. If he’s that powerful, why doesn’t he send an expeditionary force to complete the quest? Why does he need to do it himself?”

“That’s because Schuck’s player habits haven’t completely changed and he still subconsciously thinks of himself as a commoner.” Rommel smirked. “But if you guys really want to take his equipment, he can always start a small-scale holy war and define Silver Wings as a hostile organization, and at that point, the guild will be attacked by the followers of Light wherever they are. Not to mention continuing development, it would be nice just to survive.”

Suel’s expression turned rather unpleasant.

Hawk was silent for a long moment, and then he said somewhat ruefully, “Things aren’t that exaggerated.”

“Things aren’t that exaggerated?” Rommel laughed lightly. “I’m just an ordinary bishop now, but in fact, I can already apply for control of a church in a medium-sized city. The church’s food, clothing, development plans, personnel arrangements, all are at my discretion. Think of it from another angle: who are Saint Samurai, aren’t they ten times more powerful than a small bishop like me? What I can do, can he not do? Can’t he do even more?”