Different World Online

After standing in silence for a long time in front of the task issuer, Shudeman nodded heavily.

"Team Shudeman accepts the counterattack mission!"

The assignment clearly stated that the risk was huge, but he wanted to take a chance!

He was one of the few believers who had never begged the God of Suffering for the "Request for Rest" ritual. He was too tired...

He needs to fulfill his promise to his teammates and have a good rest.

[Request for Rest]: The priest can rest for ten days and temporarily put aside his oath to the God of Suffering to avoid fatigue in his faith or to allow the priest to perform actions that are not recognized by Ilmater.

Look carefully, this is a ceremony that can only be performed by priests, it is not that priests can be special, but believers can give up their vows at any time, but priests who give their faith to the suffering God cannot;

Shudeman is not a priest of the Suffering God, he is just a paladin.

After accepting the mission, Shudeman took the mission letter and found the logistics department inside the Holy Shield City with ease.

"Mr. Baine, my team needs supplies. Here is the mission letter!"

After saying this, Shudeman placed the mission letter with a red seal on Master Bain's desk.

Behind the desk, Bane did not look at the task book on the table. Instead, he looked at Shudeman with complicated eyes. After a long while, he slowly sighed.

"Mr. Schudman, thank you for your dedication! Your noble character is as respectable as your God!

Come on, as long as I have it, you can ask for it. "

Hearing this, Shudeman, with a serious face, forced out a dry smile.

"Six regular supplies. Our team may need to take up half a day of the time of Master Alchemist Mr. Dickman!"

"Okay!" Master Bain nodded without hesitation, reached out to take out a schedule from the drawer, and looked at it carefully for a moment.

"The counterattack mission will be launched in the early morning hours of the day after tomorrow.

Let me see...Mr. Dickman's alchemy room will be open to you from 1 to 6 pm tomorrow!"

"Thank you!" Shudeman bowed slightly, picked up the task book on the table and turned to leave.

It was not until he left the logistics department that the gaze filled with admiration and a hint of sympathy left his back.

......

It's dinner time at the Shudeman squad's base.

After finishing dinner in silence, Shudeman spoke up and asked the team to stay.

"I've received the counterattack mission! Go out of the city and counterattack at dawn the day after tomorrow! Retake the central security zone!

The mission is quite dangerous. I estimate the chance of survival to be around 50%. If you want to quit, you can ask for it now!

I swear in the name of Ilmater, the god of suffering, that I will never have any complaints against any of you because of this matter! "

As soon as he finished speaking, Thorin grinned and patted the table carelessly.

"Count me in. Without Uncle Thorin, Old Pete probably wouldn't be able to stand a chance against a swarm of insects!"

"Fuck you, Mrs. Goblin! Uncle Pete, I can definitely last longer than you! Count me in!

With such a dangerous mission, maybe one ticket could earn enough money for retirement!

Captain, how much profit did you make this time?"

Hearing this, Shudeman replied calmly:

"The team contributes 100,000 points, and the number of enemies killed will also be recorded as contribution points!"

"One hundred thousand!"

"Sigh~"

"You must be kidding. Doesn't that mean everyone can get more than 10,000 contribution points?!"

Everyone exclaimed in surprise, except Steve who was still confused.

"Uncle Pete, how much is 100,000 contribution points?" Steve gently nudged Old Pete beside him and asked in a low voice:

Hearing this, Old Pete grinned and spoke with great excitement.

“One hundred thousand contribution points is equivalent to one hundred thousand platinum crystal coins, which is equivalent to ten million gold coins!

In our Toril, one thousand gold coins can buy a good manor in the suburbs close to a big city!"

Hearing this, Steve instantly felt a chill rushing from his anus to the top of his head.

Damn! Ten thousand manors? ? ?

Even if the team wants to divide it up, at least I can get a thousand manors!

Go for it, achieve financial freedom, and retire early, today!

If you don't get involved now, when will you?

The instinct of greed and slacking off instantly took over the high ground of reason. Steve stood up in a flash, looked at the captain with sharp eyes, and said loudly with a serious face:

"team leader!

For the sake of a peaceful and quiet life for all mankind, for the sake of defeating those damned bugs, and for the sake of love and loyalty, I will fight ten of them!"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone stood in awe, except Old Pete, who covered his eyes in silence, ashamed to be associated with him.

He was probably Steve's cheap teacher, so he knew what this guy was up to.

However, a rogue has no equipment... Ugh... If he doesn't charge in the front, can he still be called a rogue? !

Just a while after Steve's moving speech ended, Yang raised his hand and said that he also wanted to retire.

In this way, inspired by 'love and justice', all members of Team Shudeman participated in this counterattack mission;

Time passed, and it was noon of the next day in a blink of an eye;

After lunch, Shudeman led his team members and marched in neat steps to the alchemy laboratory of the great alchemist Dickman.

After knocking on the door politely, everyone, led by an assistant in a white coat, met the alchemist Dickman with three colorful stones floating above his head.

Based on the discussion within the team, Shudeman took out the weapons and armor that needed to be strengthened this time from the space bag.

These include Steve's lance, Thorin's long-handled double-edged axe, Yang's tower shield, and Old Pete's cloth armor;

For this hard-won opportunity, to increase the chance of survival;

All members of Shudeman's team racked their brains, hoping to fleece Dickman of all the wool.

After politely putting down the four pieces of equipment, Shudeman spoke calmly.

"Lances need stamina drain enchantments, axes need life drain, shields need to be indestructible, and cloth armor needs mage armor."

This was the plan their team came up with collectively;

First, Captain Shudeman and Pastor Andrew clearly stated that no equipment needed to be enchanted, and their beliefs also prevented them from accepting weapons and equipment enchanted by alchemists;

Originally, Thorin also said that he was a man of faith, but since this guy always talked about the various hidden illnesses of the 'Dwarf God Muradin', everyone simply ignored his words.

Secondly, according to Old Pete, it takes a legendary alchemist about one and a half hours to two hours to complete a difficult enchantment.

Since Dickman was well-known and could be called the Great Alchemist, the team unanimously decided to make his work more difficult.

Thus, these four pieces of equipment were displayed openly.

Looking at the four pieces of equipment on the workbench, alchemist Dickman's eyes twitched twice, he pursed his lips, and finally sighed and nodded weakly.

"Come and get it at half past six!"

These past few days, he had been working almost non-stop. Except for the necessary rest time, he was either enchanting or on his way to enchant.

And the life stealing enchantment almost made him vomit.