The Priest of Corruption - Chapter 3

Thirty pieces of silver for two.

Thirty pieces of silver for two.

Neatly tied red hair, freckles shyly settling on white skin.

Gus’ mercenary guild receptionist was a young lady in her prime.

Could this be because this world originated in a game? Or is it because the security of Gus is sufficiently stable? Or is it because the mercenary guild is in a position of absolute superiority to mercenaries?

“What’s your name, priest?”

I put my thoughts away neatly. what to say Using the name I’ve been using so far was like a servant asking me to catch him because I’m still alive.

“Marnak. My name is Marnak.”

Marnac. I finally brought out the name I decided on when creating this character for the first time.

The receptionist filled in here and there with the pen in his hand. Mainly descriptions of my appearance and information about the gods I serve. After a while, the receptionist said with a kind smile.

Looking at it this way, it’s pretty pretty.

“Yes. Priest Marnak. Could you wait here for a moment? It takes a while to make a bronze mercenary plaque.”

I smiled.

“You can wait as long as you like.”

After hearing my answer, the receptionist stood up for a moment holding the documents and walked up the stairs.

A beauty no matter how you look at it. Strangely, there were many beautiful women in this world. Is this because it is also a game world?

‘killing!’

“I didn’t like it, Mother of Corruption. I just thought it was pretty.”

‘killing!’

I patted the wriggling goddess’ hand and asked in a low voice.

“By the way, how many fingers does the receptionist just now have?”

In my breast pocket, a withered hand spread two fingers.

two fingers

“Then, you must be a person with a high level. Or a person with a fairly high status.”

The meaning of the outstretched fingers of the Mother of Corruption was quite simple.

One finger is the deity of the ten.

Two fingers are one hundred divinities.

The three fingers are the Divinity of One Thousand.

The four fingers are the divinity of one thousand.

5 fingers is the divinity of 100,000.

As a priest of corruption, the way I acquired divinity was very simple and intuitive.

It is to reap the death of the intelligent body.

For example, if I killed that two-fingered receptionist and sent it to the Mother of Corruption, I could instantly get a hundred divinities.

The back seat is very annoying.

However, this simple divinity acquisition standard was quite lenient, so I didn’t have to kill the opponent myself. As long as there was a body that had just died, it could be sent back to the mother of corruption and attained divinity.

When I first found out about this, I had been looking for work near a cemetery for a while. But unfortunately, I wasn’t a necromancer. The only bodies that came to the cemetery were those too old for me to harvest.

“Priest Marnak. Get your ID here.”

A red-haired receptionist came down from upstairs before I knew it and held out a bronze plaque to me with a kind smile. I carefully accepted the card and smiled as reverently as possible.

“Thank you. By the way, do you have any work to do?”

Yes. Since I was impersonating a priest, there were many ways for me to obtain an ID. Nevertheless, there is only one reason why I came to the mercenary guild.

Because I didn’t have a dime right now. Although I was a fortified person who could not taste it and could starve for a long time, it wasn’t okay to starve forever.

“wait a minute.”

The receptionist rummaged through the stack of papers.

“There was somewhere here that the priest who served the goddess of maintenance could do…”

The receptionist spoke to me as he skimmed through the papers with his skilful hands.

“It’s midwinter these days, so there’s not much work in the mercenary guild than I thought. By the way, did you run out of money during the ‘pilgrimage’ to find a mercenary job?”

“Yes. That’s right.”

pilgrimage.

Since this game was created with the motto of free choice, the gods involved in the continent were very diverse. Thanks to this, each religion always tried to propagate, and the representative action was ‘pilgrimage’.

The pilgrimage literally meant that priests with some level of skill traveled around the world giving people the power of God and doing missionary work. Of course, since priests are also human, it was quite common to see them helping mercenaries to earn money when money ran out.

“Ah, here it is! This is it. Priest Marnak.”

I took the paper and read the text quickly. The receptionist saw it and smiled.

“As expected, it’s comfortable because he’s a priest. It’s not uncommon for other mercenaries to have to read them one by one.”

An announcement sent by the lord of Gus. The goal is to defeat bandits or monsters. A mission that came down due to the subtle increase in the number of missing farmers among the farmers heading to Gwis recently.

If the reward for success is as written on this paper, after reconnaissance, if you succeed in eradicating the cause, it will be thirty silver coins per head. Even if you don’t catch anything and run away, give me a silver coin.

Not a bad condition.

Quickly scanning the documents with my eyes and grasping the rough situation, I responded humbly to the receptionist.

“If you can’t read, it’s probably because everyone doesn’t have the opportunity. It’s not a very special skill.”

The moment I just landed here, I could already read and write the letters of this world. Thanks to the really comfortable conditions, I didn’t have to bother studying separately.

“By the way, when does this start?”

“The priest has come at just the right time. This is about leaving tomorrow.”

It was all because I was a priest that this receptionist was strangely friendly with me. In this world, the priests were intellectuals, and once they were priests, the minimum level of education was guaranteed.

Because of that, people were basically as polite as possible in dealing with priests.

A class that has both power and knowledge. That was the priest.

Although the problem was that I was the priest of corruption that the entire hierarchy hated.

I smiled as friendly as possible at the receptionist and spoke cautiously.

“Could I get part of the pay as an advance payment?”

I really didn’t have a dime in my pocket right now.

***

I told the receptionist several times that I shouldn’t have done this, but since I’m a priest, I’m giving a special advance payment. I was able to get it as an advance payment.

“She was a pretty talkative receptionist, mother.”

‘killing!’

“I won’t kill you. Mother, people can talk a little too much. Why do you want to kill me for that reason?”

‘killing!’

“I didn’t fall for you! If you keep driving me like that, I’ll get really angry.”

‘Waddling Rabbit,’

that name that seemed like it would be eaten by a fox, was the name of the cheap inn I was going to stay at. After paying 10 Dong for the room including meals, I now have only 90 Dong left in my arms.

poor poor

I ate the stew I didn’t know what was in it with a spoon. It also didn’t taste like anything.

I glared at Stew. The appearance of all kinds of ingredients floating around did not look very appetizing.

Yes, if I had a taste, I might have been unable to swallow this stew because it was so tasteless.

Mechanically passing the stew, he observed his surroundings. A group of human beings gathering here and there.

In contrast, I was alone.

The moment I was about to get a little depressed.

‘killing!’

A voice that resonates in your head as if you are not alone.

“Don’t worry, mother. Your son is hard-hearted. I was just wondering if I should get a good weapon if I get paid this time.”

The stew ran out. I left the bowl and went up to the room. Thanks to spending a little more coin, the room I use is a private room. I lay down on the hard bed and went to sleep.

***

Arrived at the front gate of Gus, the place that the receptionist always emphasized. Maybe it’s because the sun hasn’t risen yet? I arrived at the meeting point first than anyone else. This also had the virtue of being a good body even if I didn’t sleep that much.

‘killing!’

“I came quickly. Mother. Isn’t it too much to kill everyone just because you’re a little late?”

As I was talking with the mother of corruption, people gathered one by one.

The officials who came out of the castle called names one by one to check the mercenary plaques and check attendance. Seeing a line drawn over my name, I slowly backed away and looked at the person in charge of this mission.

The name of the middle-aged man who is a silver shield mercenary is Galad. He was wearing a thick coat of fur over his armor. His aged look went well with his fur clothes, and he seemed to be a mercenary who had worked for Gus for a long time, judging from the way he was conversing with the official in a friendly manner.

After the official left, Galad came to me first and smiled.

“Aren’t you cold? Priest?”

My attire is nothing but a plain white priestly robe. As a reinforced human being, this level of cold was nothing to me.

In fact, I had no money to buy furry clothes.

“I am okay.”

“It seems that even the cold can’t penetrate the noble minds of the priests.”

Galard seemed quite happy with the word ‘elegant’ he used. After a while, Galard asked me cautiously.

“I heard that the goddess of maintenance is served. Would it be okay if I ask you what powers you can use?”

What he expects from me is very simple.

“It can prevent the deterioration of the wound and ‘maintain’ the condition.”

Galard laughed in satisfaction. An expression of relief that the expected authority was correct.

“As expected, it is the authority of a priest who serves the goddess of maintenance.”

To be precise, it was a simple ability to delay the decay and deterioration of wounds, but since the results were similar anyway, it wouldn’t make much of a difference to Galad.

Galad spoke to each member of the party in turn. A total of ten people gathered. I spoke to the Mother of Corruption while Galad figured out the people.

“How many fingers are all of you?”

The results were mediocre. That Galad is one and a half fingers. The rest is one revision in half.

Half a finger meant the possibility of growing to the next number of fingers. There was no additional divine payment at the time of harvesting just because there were half more.

In other words, if you kill and harvest right away, the amount of divinity you get is the same.

There were no special people.

Galad, who had carefully checked all the personnel, sent the departure signal.

That’s how the curtain rises on the mission of thirty silver coins per head.