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 city guards will not be less than 10,000 soft sister coins.
There is still a price but no market, so you don’t just have to buy it if you want it. You have to be loyal to a certain lord and get approval from the lord before you can go to the blacksmith to buy it.
In this era of poor manufacturing, a set of top-notch armor often required a skilled blacksmith and several apprentices to build for several months.
If a knight has a set of fine steel armor, it will probably be regarded as a family heirloom and passed down from generation to generation.
According to Alonsos's idea, if his precious disciples change careers as paladins, of course they must be given the best equipment. This is all money!
The price of a complete set of top-quality armor crafted by the dwarven blacksmiths of Stromgarde is well into four figures.
If they were to form a new knighthood with them as the core, the funds required would be absolutely astronomical to the Holy Light Church.
Whether it is the permission to form the knights or the money required, they must rely on the great nobles of Lordaeron and King Terenas.
It's rare to find a fat sheep, ahem, a pious godson who suddenly changes his ways, looks like he's enlightened, and sends the donation with a bang. Alonsus really can't find a reason to refuse.
"Child of the Holy Light, it's rare that you have this kind of intention. I can accept it on behalf of the Holy Light Church, but it doesn't need to be that much. Ten thousand gold coins are enough. There is a prerequisite for this. The matter must be really bad to that point. And
Now I only have a rough idea..." Alonsus then revealed all of his Paladin plan.
In this world, if there is someone who is completely free from vulgar interests and purely and sincerely considers others, such a person is often called a saint.
Alonsus Faol is exactly such a being.
Without needing too many words, McDonald already knew that he was a bit despicable, and his plan to spend all the money in one fell swoop failed as expected. Ten thousand gold coins was already the limit that the Archbishop could accept.
McDonald did not force it. On the contrary, he was very satisfied: "Godfather, if you have any other needs, please inform me as soon as possible."
"May the Holy Light guide you!" After Alonsus blessed McDonald as always, he was sensitive to the anxiety in his godson's eyes: "Child, if there is anything embarrassing, you might as well tell me."
McDonald came over and whispered: "Godfather, I suspect someone wants to kill me!"
"Ah?" Alonsus became nervous. No matter which kingdom, murdering a duke would never be a trivial matter. He couldn't help lowering his voice: "Are you sure?"
"I almost died yesterday. To the outside world, I was just infected with the cold."
"Let me see." Alonsus stretched out his hand.
McDonald lowered his head and let the old bishop's finger point to his forehead, and a soft force suddenly spread into his body along the center of his eyebrows.
So comfortable! So comfortable that I almost fall asleep!
Alonsus fell into deep thought and said after a few seconds: "On the surface, you were emptied out by alcohol and sex. After careful inspection, there are indeed traces of dark magic, perhaps some kind of superficial life curse."
McDonald was so frightened that something was indeed strange.
Now his body is not much different from before the time travel. He still has black hair and black eyes. He originally had fair skin. But he didn't know what the system did. It changed the perceptions of everyone around him and determined that he was the McDonald's.
At the same moment, he inherited everything from his former owner, including fusing his body, soul and memories.
After thinking about this, McDonald said decisively: "I heard that Godfather you have several very powerful disciples. Can you send one of them to be my bodyguard? For example, that Uther?"
Alonsus' first reaction was to refuse.
As his best and most devout disciple, Uther is his heart and soul. If a paladin order is to be formed, it must have Uther as the core.
But compared with the young Grand Duke McDonald, Uther at this moment is not yet the world-famous leader of the Five Silver Saints in later generations, a super awesome man who was given the surname "Lightbringer"!
No matter how high his potential is, his current status is still just that of a very capable young pastor. Compared with McDonald, his weight is undoubtedly much lighter.
The Archbishop cannot imagine what the Church of Holy Light would become if Macdonald lost his support in Stratholme.
After only two seconds of thinking, Alonsus nodded: "Of course, my child, your safety is very important. But Uther has not completed his training yet. If one day, I want to activate the Paladin
plan……"
"I will definitely let Uther come back to complete the training of the Holy Knight!" Of course, McDonald knew that he could not tie up Uther and use him as a human shield for the rest of his life.
1 month, no, just in case, 3 months is enough!
I promise I won’t die, I’ll run away as fast as I can and I’ll run out of money!
It's none of my business if Azeroth is destroyed 100 times!
Now that McDonald agreed, the archbishop's eyes were full of love: "The Holy Light will bless you!"
Almost at the moment Alonsus confirmed, the system's confirmation prompt sounded in McDonald's mind:
[It has been detected that the host is exchanging money for the escort services of the holy priest Uther...The transaction is being evaluated...Based on Uther's strength, this system confirms that this transaction is a legal and valid operation!]
Amidst the system prompts, McDonald finally saw the Human Shield No. 1 that he had longed for!
The moment he saw Uther, McDonald was immediately sure that this guy was definitely the right one.
At 1.8 meters tall, McDonald is no longer short, but a little thinner.
This version of Uther is 1.98 meters tall, and any of his arms is thicker than his thighs.
‘If I punch you, you will definitely die!’ This is really not a joke.
Seeing this super hunk with fists as big as casseroles and unusually developed pecs wearing a blue and white priest's robe, McDonald's heart was filled with the desire to complain - Brother, you are in the [Physical Persuasion] genre, right?
?
Alonsus introduced it to Uther. Uther was a little surprised, but he immediately accepted the teacher's instructions.
This 25-year-old man with ear-length blond hair and a powerful long beard showed a warm smile: "Your Excellency Stratholme, I will protect your safety with my life."
McDonald's cautious attitude that had been hanging around for a long time finally let go. He nodded, and then turned to Alonsus: "The last little request, can I let one of my vassals learn the way of the Holy Light from the Godfather?
?”
"Who is your Excellency?"
"He is Baron Oryx Rivendare!"
If there were another time traveler or a player present at this moment, they would definitely be full of complaints.
Showy!
I have never seen such a slutty act before!
That bitch, McDonald, not only kidnapped one of the Five Silver Saints, but also stuffed in a future Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. Maybe, this talented person who is famous for providing undead horses to players will become the Five Silver Saints in the future, cough
