Chapter 347 The Saint Who Was Greatly Shocked
"Really? Are you really going to give me 5,000 points, just to exchange for the right to use it for seven days?"
Shana stood up straight, her lips slightly parted, her eyes wide open, her icy blue eyes as pure as gemstones filled with shock that was difficult to conceal.
According to the "prompt" of the task, the other party has already given out the points!
Shana looked at the content of the task again and confirmed that it was not fifty, nor five hundred, but five thousand!
this……
This is simply incomprehensible!
Both the mission and her intuition told her that as long as she agreed, she would immediately get this huge deposit that she had never seen in her life!
"Even those left behind by the previous Saint Sons and Saint Daughters...are not that many."
The saint murmured to herself, her face still a little dazed.
She remembered that when she first got the parchment, there were still some relics of her ancestors on it.
Those are the various tasks that our ancestors performed on a daily basis, which we have tried to preserve as much as possible and leave for our successors .
But the total is less than 3,000...
It's only about half of this seemingly ordinary and not dangerous place.
Even if she worked hard for ten or eight years, the total amount she spent would only be a little over ten thousand, and this ordinary task was equivalent to the efforts of half her life as a Saint Crown...
This simple and crude contrast caused her usually quick thinking to stagnate.
Pop.
The sour and hard black bread in his hand fell to the ground unconsciously.
Shaking her head, Shana came back to her senses from the shock, bent down gently, picked up the black bread, wiped the dust off it with a piece of white cloth, put it into the storage room, and then looked at the task on the parchment again.
"Isn't there...a problem?"
Shana looked suspicious.
The effort put into this task is totally disproportionate to the reward.
In the past, her biggest earning mission was entering an unknown world two years ago to hunt for a part of a special intangible, rule-like ancient mythical creature.
In that battle, she had to face attacks from multiple mythical creatures while also fighting the main enemy.
In the end, she succeeded, but she was also seriously injured and had to lie in bed for almost a month.
And that income was...
800 points.
Shana remembered that although she coughed up blood every day, she was still very happy because this was almost as much as she could earn in a year.
This time, just by lending the items out for seven days, you can earn such a large amount of money.
To her it was simply incomprehensible.
However, with the guarantee of the parchment, she knew it was most likely true...
Only after making sure that there was nothing wrong with the parchment and her own judgment did Shana begin to wonder whether there was something wrong with the brain and sanity of this "Bonfire" agent?
"If he made this decision because of some temporary brain problems, would it be... not good for me to change it?"
What if this is something the other person has saved up for his entire life, but gave it up because of a moment of irrationality? If this happens, will the other person suffer a mental breakdown after he "comes to his senses"?
Shana gradually calmed down.
This kind of bullying may be temporarily weaker than ordinary people's wisdom at a certain time, and it seems that it is not very good...
But...from my first observation, the other party's brain was still normal?
Could it be that he accidentally hit too hard during the fight just now and caused problems with his brain?
Although she thought so, this large amount of points really made her excited.
If she gets this huge sum of money, she will have the opportunity to rescue more people.
At this moment, while Shana was hesitating, a voice came from the side:
"Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?"
Shana looked back and saw a woman wearing women's armor and with short blue hair.
This is the first knight under his command, Helena's sister, Dainas.
"I'm fine..."
Shana suddenly thought of something and patted a stone beside her, motioning for the other person to sit over and said:
"Dainas, tell me...if you meet a friendly but irrational person who has something you want, will you try to take advantage of his irrationality to get what you need?"
What kind of a problem is this? It's almost the same as the problem of saving the big and the small when the monster was slapped down before...
After hearing this, Danas couldn't help but mutter in her heart. She hated this kind of thing that required thinking the most.
While thinking, Danas glanced at Shana.
On the surface, Shana was undoubtedly holy and beautiful. She was dressed in a simple white outfit with gold edges. Her long light golden hair was tied behind her head. She was surrounded by holy light and had a gentle temperament. Just sitting there, she looked like a beautiful painting that the god of painting had devoted his efforts to depict.
However, if you focus your eyes a little, you can see that under this layer of light, there is a girl who is still beautiful, but has little flesh on her face. Her pale skin seems to be attached to her bones. She is extremely thin.
If it had less flesh, it could be described as a skeleton blessed by holy light.
Danas remembered that since Shana broke into the disaster area more than half a year ago, she had hardly eaten anything.
To the extent that, the saint himself was now so thin that it was frightening.
No matter how haggard and weak his body was, his eyes remained bright, sparkling with the same purity and kindness that made people unconsciously moved and impressed as when they first met.
It was only recently that they were able to leave this dangerous area, and seeing that there was still some food left, the saint started to eat something.
She just didn't know what was going on. She saw the light flashing on the saint's body. She stood there in a daze, even forgetting her disguise, as if she had seen something extremely shocking.
She came here out of concern.
"Danas?" Seeing that she didn't speak, Shana asked.
"Ah... Regarding your question..."
Danas tried her best to think of a reasonable explanation.
Not long after, Colin, who was far away on the other side, finally got a reply.
"If the situation doesn't change in three days, will you decide whether to agree to this deal?"
Colin looked at the "Light Chaser" who was gradually disappearing, and felt confused as he saw his "Shield of Fairness and Justice" being taken away by someone else.
He felt that the "Light Chaser" should have agreed, but not completely.
There may be variables involved.
However, the other party did not mention the bone spur again...
"Could it be that the points given are too few?"
Colin suspected it was possible. With the right to use a super powerful golden item, if used well, he could easily take the head of an enemy general amidst thousands of troops. However, his next promotion mission was to target those former D-level employees of the company on the "Ghost Train".
If you are unlucky, there is a chance that you will run into that C-level person.
With this thing, maybe I can defeat them one by one and avoid most troubles...
So let alone 5,000 points, even 10,000 points is not unacceptable.
Colin originally started with 3,000 just because he wanted to leave room for bargaining, but he didn't expect that when he had only bargained to half of his expected price, the " seller " suddenly lost connection due to "network interruption".
After waiting for a while, the connection was finally established, but they told me that the transaction would have to wait three days.
Colin raised his hand, looked at the bonfire burning beside him, and touched his chin: "Is this hinting to me that the points given are too few now, and he is not very satisfied? Let me figure it out on my own?"
Of course, Colin, who was considering how to add money, couldn't think of anything at this moment, because giving 5,000 points at once brought a huge shock to the "Light Chaser". He was suspected of being a mentally retarded person...
To the extent that, he had to set aside three days to allow him to calm down.
