He now, all he had were merely ten silver coins, and that took him great effort to save up; he originally planned to save twenty coins to buy a new set of clothes and shoes.
"Silver coins? He actually said silver coins?"
The two attendants listened and laughed heartily.
After laughing, they looked disdainfully at the ragged Old John and said:
"That's such an old story, now the world is so chaotic, every day someone seeks the Priest for treatment. The church also needs to recruit Knights, how can the Priest handle all that? Now the Priest only performs intermediate healing, five gold pounds each time!"
"But... but I only need basic healing."
Old John said anxiously.
"Are you teaching us how to do our job? Or teaching the Priest how to do their job? Five gold pounds, take it or leave it, don't block the way, there are many believers waiting to come in!"
The attendant said with a frown.
Old John opened his mouth, wanting to say more, but ultimately fell silent.
