SCP Corporation: Contain Bonfire
Chapter 537 - 537 429 Praise the Great Sir Bonfire._3

Chapter 537: Chapter 429 Praise the Great “Sir Bonfire”._3 Chapter 537: Chapter 429 Praise the Great “Sir Bonfire”._3 Thinking of this, Colin surprisingly found that his dwindling conscience was actually aching.

So, he quickly recalled the exorbitant fees charged by “The Light Chaser” at the beginning, which were akin to robbery…

He felt much better instantly.

However, upon further reflection, he always felt that “The Light Chaser” indeed craved points, but it seemed… the intensity of this desire was not that high.

No, to be precise, the points he’s been asking for so far all seemed quite reasonable, even on the low side.

Instead of the usual demands of tens of thousands in “entrance fees” and various “BUFF fees” for missions…

A whole set would usually flush out directly twenty or thirty thousand points.

‘Hmm… where exactly is the problem?’

Colin stood in front of the small church, stroking his chin, feeling that something was not quite right.

His character setup seemed… too fragmented?

At this moment, a rumbling hunger surged, after battling against the Saintess for six consecutive days, his stomach was indeed a bit hungry…

Well, better take care of my hunger first.

Hunger was usually no big deal, but if one were hungry for too long, things might go awry.

Colin had to make sure that he was usually in a state of being neither hungry nor full.

Putting his thoughts aside, he summoned everyone and started a bonfire banquet, getting some dry steak and lamb legs from other employees, preparing to treat himself.

Meanwhile, he would meet with the clergymen from various churches who had mentioned they would visit him.

But before their arrival, Colin eagerly bit into a freshly roasted tender lamb chop…

“Ptui, who grilled this? Can’t eat without salt…”

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Meanwhile, in a small castle shrouded by the Magic Fog, Shana had also finished the personnel transfer work for the area and was preparing to rest for a while to adjust her status.

She sat on a broken stone chair, glancing into her pocket…

Three thousand points more.

Oh, after deducting the handling fee, there were still two thousand seven hundred points left.

Although she had no intention of exchanging points this time, the parchment mission appeared anyway, and she ended up with so many stuffed into it.

“‘Sir Bonfire’ agent… Points, indeed, seem plenty…”

Shana took out the hardened food she hadn’t finished eating days before and stuffed it in her mouth like she was chewing on a rock.

However, more than this, her thoughts were mostly on the agent’s points…

Not because she coveted them, but she realized that both the agent and his subordinates seemed to have plenty of points in general.

Even an ordinary citizen doing some very routine work could usually earn 0.04 to 0.01 points as a reward, likely doling out tens of points a day.

And those tasks…

She could split herself into dozens of replicas, and in just a day, or even half a day, she would have finished the work it would take a thousand people seven days to complete, and then…

She hadn’t done the exact calculation, but the total of seven days’ points for over a thousand people was definitely several hundred.

That amount of points, if distributed from the parchment, would be close to engaging in combat with an Ancient God…

For a moment, Shana fell into silence.

She took out the parchment, and those ice blue eyes, transparent as gemstones, gazed at it with a kind of perplexity for a while…

After several seconds, she pursed her lips and said nothing.

Never mind…

She opened the parchment’s store and spent one point, rewarding herself with a rye bread that wasn’t sour, wasn’t smelly or hard, and could exchange for three instead of thirty for one point.

No “crack” sound, as if breaking a stone, occurred.

Shana chewed for a bit, blinked her eyes, and looked at the somewhat coarse rye bread.

Soft, tasty.

It had far more nutritional content than the other type, and she could feel some energy as soon as it entered her mouth…

If it weren’t for Mr. Agent who kept shoving thousands of points her way, in times like these, she personally wouldn’t want to indulge in such an expensive luxury as rye bread.

According to inherited memories…

The previous Saints, it seemed, never had the chance to eat this kind of food in their lifetimes.

Of course, each generation could exchange for different things on the parchment, so it might not necessarily have been bread.

But then again, it’s rare to fight such a well-off battle for the first time in life.

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