MTL - Stratholme God-Chapter 4 The head of the Five Saints of Silver!

   Chapter 4 The head of the Five Saints of Silver!

   Even if the quality of the armor is reduced, the price of a set of the most common thick iron full-body armor worn by the city guards will not be less than 10,000 soft sister coins.

   There is still a price and no market. You don’t have to buy it if you want. You have to be loyal to a certain lord and get the approval of the lord before you can go to the blacksmith to buy it.

  In this era of poor manufacturing, a set of top-level armor often takes a skilled blacksmith and a few apprentices to build for several months.

  A knight can have a set of steel armor, which will be regarded as a family heirloom and passed down from generation to generation.

  According to Alonso's mind, if his few precious disciples are transferred to Paladins, of course they must be given the best equipment. It's all about money!

  The price of a full set of superb armor made by a dwarf blacksmith in Stromgarde is about to go to four figures.

  If a new knight order is formed with them as the core, the required funds are absolutely astronomical for the Church of the Holy Light.

   Whether it is the permission to form the Knights, or the money needed, we must rely on the great nobles of Lordaeron and King Terenas.

   It is rare to have a fat sheep, ahem, a pious godson suddenly changed his mind, looked like he was fully enlightened, and sent donations. Alonzos really can't find a reason to refuse.

"Children of Shengguang, it is rare for you to have this intention. I can accept it on behalf of the Holy Light Church, but it doesn't have to be that much, 10,000 gold coins are enough. There is also a premise, it must be that things are really bad to that point. And Now I only have a superficial idea..." Alonsos immediately revealed his Paladin plan in its entirety.

   In this world, if there is someone who is completely out of vulgar taste and purely and sincerely considers others, this kind of person is often called a saint.

   Alonzos* Fao is just such a being.

   Don't need too many words, McDonald's already knows that he is a bit despicable, and his big plan to spend all the money in one go has failed as expected. Ten thousand gold coins is already the limit that the Archbishop can accept.

   McDonald didn't force it. On the contrary, he was satisfied: "Godfather, if you have other needs, please notify me as soon as possible."

   "May the Holy Light guide you!" After Alonsos blessed McDonald as always, he was sensitively aware of the anxiety in his godson's eyes: "Child, if you have any trouble, please tell me."

   McDonald came over and whispered, "Godfather, I suspect someone is going to kill me!"

   "Huh?" Alonsos became nervous, no matter which kingdom, it would never be a trivial matter to murder a duke. He couldn't help but lower his voice: "Are you sure?"

   "I almost died yesterday. It was just me who caught the cold."

   "Let me see." Alonzos held out his hand.

   McDonald bowed his head and let the old bishop's finger touch his forehead, and suddenly a gentle force entered his body along his eyebrows.

   So comfortable! So comfortable that I almost fell asleep!

  Alonsos fell into deep thought, and said after a few seconds: "On the surface, you have been hollowed out by the color of wine. After careful inspection, there are traces of dark magic, perhaps some kind of superficial curse of life."

  McDonald's was so frightened that it was really strange.

   Now his body is not much different from before the crossing, he still has black hair and black eyes, and his skin is white originally. He just didn't know what the system was up to, and modified the perceptions of everyone around him, thinking that he was that McDonald's. At the same time, he inherited everything from his previous owner, including the fusion of his body, soul and memory.

   At this point, McDonald said decisively: "I heard that Godfather, you have a few very powerful disciples, can you send one to be my bodyguard? Like that Uther?"

  Alonsos' first reaction was to refuse.

  Uther, as his best and most devout disciple, is his heart and soul. If you want to form a Paladins, it must have Uther as the core.

   But compared to the young grand duke of McDonald, at this moment Uther is not the head of the world-famous silver five saints in later generations, the super genius who was given the surname [Bright Messenger]!

   No matter how high his potential is, his current status is still just a very capable young pastor. Compared with McDonald's, his weight is undoubtedly a lot lighter.

The Archbishop    could not imagine what the Church of the Holy Light would be like without the support of McDonald's in Stratholme.

After just two seconds of thinking, Alonsos nodded: "Of course, my child, your safety is very important. But Uther has not finished his training, if one day, I will activate the Paladin. plan…"

   "I will definitely let Uther come back to complete his training as a paladin!" Of course MacDonald knew that he could not use Uther as a human shield for the rest of his life.

   1 month, no, just in case, 3 months is enough!

   Guarantee that I will not die, sir, and run away with all the money!

   It's none of my business to destroy Azeroth 100 times!

  Since McDonald agreed, the archbishop's eyes were full of love: "The Holy Light will bless you!"

   It was almost the moment Alonsos confirmed, and a confirmation prompt from the system sounded in McDonald's mind:

  [It was detected that the host exchanged donations for Uther's **** service... The transaction is being evaluated... According to Uther's strength, the system confirms that this transaction is a legal and valid operation! 】

   In the sound of the system prompt, McDonald finally saw the meat shield No. 1 he was thinking of!

   The moment he saw Uther, McDonald immediately confirmed that this must be the right one.

   McDonald's is not short at 1.8 meters, but a little thinner.

   This version of Uther is 1.98 meters tall, and any arm is thicker than his McDonald's thigh.

  ‘If I punch down, you can (must) be able (definitely) to die! ' It's not really a joke.

   Looking at this super macho man with a fist the size of a casserole and an unusually developed pectoralis major wearing a blue and white priest robe, McDonald's desire to complain instantly filled up - Brother, are you following the [Physical Persuasion] genre?

  Alonsos introduced Uther to Uther, who was a little surprised, but immediately accepted the teacher's instructions.

   This 25-year-old man with blond hair and a mighty long beard showed a warm smile: "Lord Stratholme, I will protect your safety with my life."

   McDonnell finally let go of the carefulness he had been hanging on for a long time. He nodded, then turned to Alonsos: "One last little request, can I ask one of my vassals to learn the way of the Holy Light from the godfather?"

   "Who is that Your Excellency?"

   "He's Baron Orix Rivendell!"

   If there is another traverser at this moment, or the player is present, it will definitely be full of fire.

   Sao!

  I have seen a slut, but I have never seen such a sassy operation!

The **** MacDonald kidnapped a Silver Five Saints, and he turned back and stuffed a future Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse in. Maybe, this bull man who is famous for his contribution to the undead horses to the players will become the Silver Five Saints in the future, cough. , one of the six saints.

   (end of this chapter)