Just became an evil god and was summoned by the saint.

Chapter 227 The Prince's Fear

the next day.

Celia got up, bought some food at the camp's food stall, and before she returned, she ran into Pascal.

The other person stopped her and said in a gloomy tone, "Miss Celia, right? Let's talk."

Celia smiled and said, "It's a fixed price of 40 gold coins. No bargaining. If you've made up your mind, bring the money to where we live. You know where it is. Please come before we go to explore the ruins."

"I think we can talk."

"40 gold coins, everything is negotiable." Celia walked away.

“Is all you care about are gold coins?!” Pascal shouted.

Celia paused, then turned back and asked curiously, "Mr. Pascal, what else can we talk about besides gold coins? Silver coins?"

"Relationships between people aren't maintained by gold coins... Hey? You..."

Pascal's voice was gradually fading away.

Celia asked Ross with great confusion, "Lord Ross, is there something wrong with this person? We're not even familiar with each other, what else can we talk about besides gold coins?"

Ross chuckled and said, "In a deal, any action that doesn't involve talking about money is just a way to drive down the price."

"It can't be suppressed at all."

Celia is no longer planning to make money by selling information.

Making one sum is enough.

A better opportunity to make money is now in front of us.

A long queue had already formed outside the camp where she and Elena were stationed.

A group of mercenaries, some lying down and others being helped up, were waiting for her arrival.

Upon seeing her, all the mercenaries became excited: "Elven Priestess, please help us! We were cursed in the ruins and cannot heal our wounds. We urgently need purification to dispel the curse."

Celia ignored the crowd and pointed to a person lying on a stretcher, "You go first."

The two mercenaries carrying him immediately became excited.

The mercenary in front of him immediately became unhappy: "Why did you let him go first? I was here first."

Celia glanced at him and said indifferently, "Because he's dying."

The mercenary immediately shut up.

Upon entering Elena's small medical stall, Celia handed Elena the breakfast she had bought, telling her to eat first, and then instructed the mercenaries carrying the stretcher to place the injured person on a makeshift plank.

Seeing this, Elena stopped eating breakfast and immediately used her Elf Blessing, followed closely by Celia's Purification spell.

With their combined efforts, the curse on the mercenary was dispelled as quickly as possible, and then a healing spell was used to give him a second chance at life, preventing him from dying at the door.

Seeing the injured man's breathing gradually stabilize under the healing spell's glow, the two men carrying the stretcher were immediately overjoyed: "You two priests are simply the best gift God has given to the whole world! Thank you so much!"

Celia stopped the other person from bowing: "Don't rush to thank me, give me the treatment fee first."

The thankful mercenary paused, then looked pained. The two men rummaged through their clothes for a moment and found a pile of silver coins.

"I'm sorry, Miss Priest, we don't have gold coins, only silver coins. Would 240 silver coins be alright?"

Celia remained silent, simply counting the silver coins with her head down. Soon, she took out 20 silver coins and pushed the rest back.

"The treatment fee is 20 silver coins. You've given too much."

The mercenary was taken aback for a moment, then happily put away the silver coin.

"Thank you, thank you, you are not gifts from the gods, you are the gods!"

Ross's figure appeared beside Celia, grasping a wisp of faith power that drifted toward her and playing with it in his hand.

Celia noticed his actions and asked in confusion, "What is Lord Ross doing?"

"I'll help you deal with the power of faith. Your strength is too low right now, and the accumulation of faith power will affect your future."

"Huh? The power of faith?" "Yes, that's how the power of faith comes about. This is the most basic way to obtain the power of faith. If you are a holy priest, the power of faith derived from healing will nourish your holy magic. But you are not one, so I will help you deal with this power of faith."

The power of faith swirled in Ross's hand. With a flick of his finger, he entered the sealed land through a spiritual connection and flicked it onto Ethel, the sea god who was carrying a heavy boulder and building the endless abyss.

"Hey, come and eat."

Ethel: "?"

……

Just as Celia waved for two mercenaries to carry the wounded away to make way for the next one, an untimely voice rang out: "What do you mean? Last night you charged us 10 gold coins to treat us, but here you only charge 20 silver coins?"

Celia looked up and saw Pascal looking displeased.

She didn't answer, but gestured for the next person to come over.

But Pascal blocked his way: "Please return the extra gold coins to me."

Celia frowned, already getting angry: "Mr. Pascal, do you know what you're doing? Do I need to tell everyone who you are?"

"Identity?" Pascal snapped back to reality, suddenly realizing what he was doing.

What's wrong with me?
Pascal broke out in a cold sweat and quickly stepped aside.

He watched as Celia and Elena treated others, and his mind was in turmoil.

"That kind of behavior, is that something I would do? No, I, the eighth prince of Ishtar, even if I like bargaining, would never do such a thing..."

The more Pascal thought about it, the more his scalp tingled, as if there were sharp blades behind him.

"When...did I fall under a mental spell?"

He looked up and around, but couldn't see anything. He only felt that the voices and actions of the people around him were gradually fading away.

A moment later, he came to his senses, glanced at Celia, and left without looking back.

Celia looked up at him, somewhat puzzled, and said, "Is this person alright? I have a feeling he's been contaminated."

Elena glanced at it and shook her head: "There are no signs of contamination. It's probably been woken up by your scolding."

"Oh."

Celia couldn't help but look at Ross, but then wondered how Ross could possibly do such a thing, so she looked away and focused on the patient.

After returning last night, Celia judged that there would definitely be a large number of cursed mercenaries this morning, so she discussed the treatment costs and how to set up the business with Elena.

Finally, they decided to lower the treatment cost, from 2 gold coins to 10 silver coins to 2 gold coins.

The exact price depends entirely on their pricing; they can always come up with a reason for it.

With the two doctors working at full speed, all the patients in line were treated in about two hours.

Elena rubbed her temples, stretched, and picked up the breakfast she hadn't finished eating. "There are fewer patients than expected."

Celia looked in the direction of the ruins. "Perhaps it's because the rest of them can't come back."

Elena paused, biting into her cold bacon, and also looked towards the ruins. After hesitating for a moment, she put down her bacon and said softly, "Celia, when we came back yesterday, shouldn't we have told everyone that the ruins are dangerous and to be cautious when entering?"

Celia smiled slightly, "It doesn't matter whether you say it or not. When we came out, those who were supposed to go in had already gone in. We reminded the rest, but since we came out unharmed, they'll think we're lying to them. We can't stop them, so let nature take its course. Do what you're capable of, that's the truth the gods taught me!"

Elena stood up and swallowed a piece of bacon in one gulp. "Now that we've made a fortune, it's time for us to continue our adventure!"

"Let's go!"

Just as the two were about to leave, Pascal's voice came again.

He stood in front of the two of them, his expression somewhat strange.

He took out a money bag and threw it over.

"Here are 40 gold coins, take them."

(End of this chapter)