Chapter 370

"Damn it, you said we'd experience the most realistic hero-saves-the-beauty story, didn't you see we almost got killed by that monster?"

The customer who just diverted trouble is now at the village entrance, loudly cursing at the Pitch Black Hound gatekeeper, venting the panic in his heart.

"Weak, just train more. As for those Gargoyles chasing you, any random Advanced Class Adventurer could easily solve them!"

Papato gave a reply in a cold, lofty manner.

"Ah, if we were Advanced Class Professionals, would we need to come experience this?!"

And this remark made the two customers who had been chased in a panic and begged for help even angrier.

"Please rest assured, the personal safety of customers experiencing the Scripted Murder Mystery project is guaranteed. When the Gargoyles move to kill, we will naturally come out to stop them in time.

Even if a customer gets injured while running, our village has a resident Temple High Priest; their Healing Magic can completely heal your injuries."

"Huh, this broken village even has a Temple High Priest?"

The two customers were somewhat doubtful.

"Of course."

Papato swore sincerely.

"The Temple is on the west side of the village; customers can go see for themselves. However, if you need treatment, the costs are on you."

The Pitch Black Hound wrapped in a cloak added another sentence from behind.

"Damn it, we got injured in your Red Demon Clan experience project, and we still have to pay for our own treatment?"

One customer with an injured elbow, face still somewhat red-hot, questioned.

"Our village's Scripted Murder Mystery experience projects are all voluntarily participated in by customers. This is the Disclaimer you signed when participating in the Hero Saves Beauty experience project."

In response, Papato pulled out a pre-prepared Disclaimer from his bosom, and it clearly stated that injuries sustained during the experience would be the customer's own responsibility.

Whether intentional or accidental, next to the Disclaimer he pulled out was not another Disclaimer, but a Memory Recording Fee bill recording the customer's heroic figure saving the beauty.

"What, our embarrassing scene just now was all recorded by you with a Memory Stone?"

Seeing this thing, the other customer's expression changed.

"Ah, sorry, I grabbed the wrong one."

Papato realized belatedly and tried to retract the Memory Recording Fee bill, but his hand was grabbed.

"Explain clearly."

"Uh, that's of course."

"Then where's the Memory Stone?"

"Already given to the customer who paid the bill for this experience project for you."

Hearing this, the two customers at the village entrance had a change of expression, finally realizing the fact that their friend's enthusiastic invitation to come to the Red Demon Village to experience the hero-saves-beauty story was a huge trap.

The two gritted their teeth, talking about settling accounts with that dead fatty, while Papato actively recommended his own village's Scripted Murder Mystery experience project on the side.

Saying that if there were friends around the two of them who also needed to experience this kind of project, and they also needed to record their friends' 'hero-saves-beauty' heroic figures, they could by all means recommend them to come to the Red Demon Village this side.

"Regular customer recommendation, can count as an eighty percent discount, and you can also pay for your friends out of affection, this service including signing the Disclaimer."

Hearing this kind of talk, the two customers immediately paid money and bought new Scripted Murder Mystery experience services, bought a Monster Rampage Scripted Murder Mystery experience project for the good friend still left in the village, and reserved the High-Definition Memory Stone recording service.

"Regular price 300K Eris, current price 240K Eris, thank you for your patronage~"

Megumin and the others who walked over intending to find the two who diverted trouble to settle accounts, upon seeing this scene, became somewhat stunned.

"This works too?"

"Of course it can. Our village's Scripted Murder Mystery experience project's main purpose is to let people build deeper emotions between each other. Customers can pay for their friends, thereby conducting passionate friendship interactions!"

The Red Demon Clan old Principal stroked the beard on his chin, saying with a somewhat proud look.

"Principal, are you sure it's passionate friendship interaction, not passionate friendship-ending interaction?"

Yunyun was somewhat doubtful.

"Cough cough, friendship that can't withstand testing isn't friendship. Likewise, other emotions that can't withstand testing aren't emotions either."

The old Principal subconsciously averted his gaze and said.

"What other emotions are there?"

Darkness asked curiously.

"For example, love. In times of peril, the customer can step forward for the female companion by their side, thereby demonstrating their own manly spirit."

Papato answered Darkness's inquiry at this time.

"What was the result?"

Princess Alice asked curiously.

"To better demonstrate the customer's manly spirit, we specially released that Cockatrice over there.

However, the noble young master who purchased this service had a somewhat weak mindset. Facing the Griffin (a monster even Advanced Class Professionals may not necessarily be able to solo kill), he directly abandoned the girl he fancied and ran away.

However, in the end we still successfully facilitated a romance. The abandoned noble girl successfully fell in love with the young male guard who saved her; heard they've already eloped with the young male guard now."

Papato's words made everyone present stare at each other in blank dismay, and the two injured customers made eye contact, not knowing what they both thought of, and paid another sum of money.

"I have a friend, he has a lover, who is my childhood friend. I want to send a true love congratulatory gift for their romance!"

"Sending a gift is fake, wanting to break them up is the real truth?!"

Megumin immediately retorted at this stranger's malicious intent.

"Emotions that can't withstand testing aren't emotions at all. If it were me, even if I died I would protect her well!"

With this firm tone, the man seemed to be demonstrating his true heart for his childhood friend girl, but only at the end did this person carefully ask Papato.

"Uh, you're sure your village's Scripted Murder Mystery experience project won't kill customers, right?"

"It won't, but to demonstrate the customer's manly spirit, injuries are definitely unavoidable."

"Doesn't your village have a Temple High Priest stationed?"

"The other party's fees are comparatively expensive."

"Heh, expensive? My family runs a jewelry store; I've never known what 'expensive' means……"

"Hey, you broke a leg. To heal it, you need to pay two million four hundred thousand Eris."

"Ah, I just fell and broke a leg. In other city temples, healing this level of injury costs two hundred thousand Eris at most!"

"Hah, then you can go get treated at another city temple, but don't blame me for not warning you — if you delay treatment on that leg injury, even if it gets healed later, you might end up a cripple.

Customer, you don't want to become a lame-legged man just to save money, do you?"

"Can you make it cheaper?"

"Of course. As long as you sign this conversion agreement, you and I become brothers and sisters, and for brothers and sisters the treatment fee is only one-tenth, with the change waived — you just give two hundred thousand Eris. Come, dear customer, want to join our sect and become one of us?"

Arriving at the temple side, Broly and the others saw a blonde priestess quoting a super-high treatment fee to a customer with a leg injury, then producing the condition of a discounted fee upon conversion, attempting to pressure the customer before her into signing a conversion agreement.

And this style of operation, the group seemed to have witnessed it in the morning as well.

Glancing toward the temple direction, sure enough, the religion stationed in the Red Demon Village was precisely Aqua's sect in this world — the Axis Cult.

Minor injuries start at one hundred thousand; slightly larger injuries are one million. If you don't want to pay that sucker treatment fee, you have to convert and become an Axis Cult believer.

"Believe in the Great Water Goddess Aqua-sama, and you can enjoy the Axis Cult's branch in the Red Demon Village, the beautiful Saintess Cecily-sama's one-tenth intimate treatment service~"

Seeing a group of customers approach, a female missionary hurried forward, handing over a flyer with an illustration. On the flyer, the priestess was sweet and moving, like a white-clad angel.

But look at that side — the one holding the conversion agreement, pressing step by step, forcing customers who can't afford the high treatment fee to convert, the image of a violent woman like a black-hearted loan-shark company forcing the virtuous into prostitution.

Everyone: "……"

"Ahahaha, worthy of being my loyal, cute believers!"

Aqua put her hands on her hips, laughing somewhat proudly.

"How about it, various customers? Any interest in converting? Join our Axis Cult now, and we'll also throw in the Red Demon Clan's Holy Sword drawing ticket, a dinner at the Underwear Tavern, and a mixed bathing hot spring ticket for the Succubus Hot Spring Inn~"

The female missionary was very enthusiastic, peddling the Axis Cult, and the freebies she listed were all the very traps for out-of-town tourists that the local Red Demon Clan girls had mentioned before coming here — though some names had changed, they were obviously the same kind of goods.

"Sorry, I'm Eris Cult……"

"Peh, Eris Cult trash, wasting my time!"

Eris hadn't finished speaking when the shoes on her feet nearly got spat on; the originally gentle and approachable female missionary directly revealed a disgusted look of viewing garbage.

"Ah, how can you be like this, our Eris Cult……"

Seeing this, Darkness immediately stepped forward to protect her own goddess — uh, that doesn't seem right either; she just wanted to receive that garbage-viewing gaze herself — yet under the female missionary's gaze she became reluctant, showing a somewhat enjoying expression.

"I'm Aqua, the Goddess of the Axis Cult, and my disciple is also an Axis Cult believer."

"Eh, so you're a fellow believer. However, self-proclaiming as a goddess is disrespectful. Of course, the great and merciful Aqua-sama definitely wouldn't punish you for that."

"Uh, I really am Aqua, I'm your goddess."

"Hmm, the resemblance is striking. Your cosplay of the Water Goddess is simply amazing. We fully understand your reverence for the goddess. Here are some cooperation tickets between us and the Red Demon Clan — all gifted to you and your disciple, this fellow believer little brother."

Axis Cult believers treat Eris Cult believers with no courtesy, but toward fellow Axis Cult believers they are extremely enthusiastic.

Before long, Aqua and Broly's hands were stuffed with a pile of business tickets from the Axis Cult stationed in the Red Demon Village cooperating with the Red Demon Clan.

"Let me secretly tell you, the Red Demon Clan's script-kill experience project is very dangerous. This group's brains are somewhat sick; they use extremely dangerous magic beasts. If you don't want to experience thrills, best not buy this service. Also, be alert that someone might buy this service for you."

The female missionary leaned in close, secretly reminding Aqua and Broly's group that playing in the Red Demon Village is a risky activity.

"Hey, I can hear you!"

Megumin retorted.

"Ohoho, we're all our own people, don't mind it too much. After all, the temple's high treatment fees — if someone pays, our Axis Cult and you Red Demon Clan split it half-half, you know."

The female missionary left somewhat embarrassedly.

"What do you call this, wolves conspiring together, in cahoots?"

The Lich girl tilted her head.

"What wolves conspiring, in cahoots? This is clearly a strong-strong alliance!"

Aqua gave her a sidelong glance.

In this world, two groups with brain problems have already started cooperating.

However, the Axis Cult thinks the Red Demon Clan has brain problems, and didn't pull them into the sect.

Instead they cooperated with them — the Red Demon Clan's dangerous projects are responsible for producing the injured, and the Axis Cult side is responsible for healing the injured.

Of course, when healing they didn't forget to proselytize; those who don't accept proselytizing have to pay extra treatment fees.

And so far, in the Red Demon Village area with many dangerous magic beasts, besides the Axis Cult — whose Archbishop is the Sad Wind Master, able to communicate with magic beasts through intimate exchange and even make some high-level magic beasts feel fear — no other sect has come to this place to proselytize, let alone establish a temple here so the god's glory can also shine on this dangerous area.

"This customer, your arm is injured."

"Uh, just a minor injury."

"Even if it's a minor injury, it still needs proper treatment."

Two other customers had already been targeted, and among them the one whose family runs a jewelry store, who claimed to never know what 'expensive' means, had already been enthusiastically dragged into the Axis Cult temple interior by the female missionary.

"Oh Great Water Goddess Aqua, bestow your blessing and heal the wounds on this lost lamb before you."

Not to mention, the Axis Cult temple priests' attainment in water therapy magic is indeed very high; the wound on the man's arm healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Thank you for your patronage, four hundred thousand Eris."

"What, you want four hundred thousand for this little injury?"

"This is divine art. If the customer can't afford it, you can choose to convert, and we'll charge according to forty thousand."

"Ah, this, but I didn't agree to you treating my injury just now?"

As the words fell, the Axis Cult branch saintess who had been dragging people into the sect, the blonde priestess Cecily, immediately jumped over.

"You bastard, trying to welch on our Axis Cult's bill?"

"Ah, you're being unreasonable!"

"Hah, I just ask: has your injury been healed or not?"

"Uh, yes."

"Then us taking your money, is there a problem with that?"

"But I was dragged in here to get treated."

"I don't care about that, anyway the injury's treated, so you have to pay this money, as for if you have no money to foot the bill, then obediently choose to convert, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude to a bastard like you, got it?"

The Axis Cult's Saintess pulled a long face, grabbed the man by the collar and leaned in close, wearing a fierce expression, and warned the man before her.

"Hey hey hey, Aqua, your believer proselytizes like this, you don't manage it?"

Megumin asked.

"Eh, manage what, isn't this kind of teaching method very good?"

Aqua looked at her with some puzzlement.

(Chapter End)