25 Ill Be Gone Soon (2/2)
Betta said in reminiscence, ”They're coconut crabs.”
”Aren't they crabs? Wait, maybe they're lobsters?” Roland was briefly stunned.
”They are all arthropods. I can regard them as spiders.”
Roland smiled. ”You do have a point if you put it that way.”
Betta felt better when they talked about food. He said, ”I'll practice sword arts for now.”
”You're capable of sword arts?” Roland was stunned. ”Did you learn it in a school?”
Betta shook his head. ”No. There's a veteran in the village I was born in. I paid him three silver coins to study under him. It's only several simple moves, but I find them highly practical.”
”Three silver coins…” Roland sighed. Having mined for more than a month, he had only saved around three silver coins.
Betta seemed richer than Roland even though he joined the game half a month later than Roland did.
Thinking about that, Roland asked, ”How did you earn so much money?”
Betta said, ”Divine Nobles have an innate ability named 'Fortune,' which enables us to pick up money! I've already picked almost three gold coins.”
Shoot!
Roland felt sad. Both of those two cousins were rich in the game!
Schuck was a Saint Samurai who had a monthly income of twenty gold coins, which meant more than two hundred thousand bucks in reality.
His cousin could pick up money without working… Somehow, Roland was jealous of them.
If possible, he wished that he could play the game easily without toiling for money, but the reality was cruel.
He could only make ends meet by mining.
After Betta left to practice sword arts, Roland returned to his cottage.
He found Falken standing outside of the cottage.
Falken walked toward him when he saw him. In the moonlight, he looked particularly old wearing his long green robe.
”Why don't we talk?”
Roland nodded.
Looking at the town below the mountain, Falken said heavily, ”We knew the James' grandson was dead a long time ago.”
Roland smiled bitterly at first, before he shook his head helplessly.
”Actually, with the James' conditions, they couldn't have lived much longer, but it's always better to live than to die.” Falken heaved a sigh. ”However, now that they're dead, they are no longer tortured by disease and can forever stay with their offspring.”
Roland did not know what to say. He heard sorrow in Falken's voice.
”I'm going to die soon, too!”
Roland did not understand at first, but then he gazed at Falken.
”Don't be surprised. As a reverend, I certainly know when I'll be summoned by the goddess I believe in,” said Falken casually. ”I'll go to paradise in three months… Don't be so sad. You should feel happy for me.”
”Why? When you're dead, everything you have will be gone.”
”No, the reverends will live in paradise as eternal souls as long as we do not make horrible mistakes.”
Roland, however, did not really believe in things like heaven or hell, which were too ungrounded and unpredictable.