044: Four Agreements, Richard is the True Carry of the Team (Please read!)

Richard’s assets +2 silver coins.
At the same time, Mary's greenish-black forearm returned to its original state.
"Healed?"
Old Shock, standing closest, opened his small eyes wide.
The others were also astonished by Richard's magical means.
Mostly because it was simply too fast.
Before anyone could even react, the treatment was already over.
When the dwarf Faken fired his gun, it produced gunpowder smoke.
When Old Shock cast magic, it caused fluctuations in elemental particles.
Richard had nothing of the sort.
He simply closed his eyes and muttered for a few seconds, and Mary's wounds were completely cured.
That was insanely godlike!
Faken stepped forward and chuckled, "Richard, my brother, do you still have that treatment agreement from just now? I think I might need one too."
Old Shock: "Get me one as well!"
Bearded Harden: "Me too!"
Good grief.
If the system displayed favorability ratings, it would undoubtedly be flashing prompts right now: the favorability of the three rugged men toward Richard increased by +1 +1 +1... skyrocketing wildly.
For an ordinary adventure party to have a professional healer was already a massive deal.
Without a doubt, healers were high-status lifestyle professionals. If one simply wanted to live comfortably, there was no need to venture out into adventures at all.
And support classes even more formidable than regular healers were preachers, divine officers, priests, and nuns.
Without some connections within the Church of the Goddess of Light, it was even less likely for such holy personnel to leave their churches and risk any danger.
Therefore, the powerful healing ability Richard displayed was no different from having a sugar daddy for the team.
He could heal.
At critical moments, Richard could save their lives.
Facing a benefactor who might save their lives in the future, calling him "daddy" was not going too far at all.
......
A few minutes later, Richard acquired four more agreements.
His transaction list refreshed four times in succession.
The MI6 squad set out once more, their formation shifting from the original front-middle-rear with a vanguard scout to a decisive four-one formation.
The so-called four-one meant that the four of them surrounded Richard in the center as they moved forward.
In this way, regardless of which direction an attack came from, someone would spot it immediately and nip it in the bud.
Richard said, "Actually, as long as we are careful, the undead creatures in the cave aren't that scary."
Bearded Harden: "No, you don't need to worry about that. Brother Richard, just watch your step and make sure you don't trip or bump into anything."
Richard: "..."
"Then can I try killing monsters?" Richard asked.
Old Shock replied, "You don't need to worry about that either; we can handle it. However, if you really want some practice, I'll freeze the monster's body and leave the head intact, then you can just chop off the monster's head directly. That should give you some practice."
Richard smiled awkwardly, "That really won't be necessary."
Richard had only displayed his abilities to increase his weight in the eyes of his teammates and, incidentally, just in case.
He had no intention of becoming a holy priest.
Just as he hadn't wanted to become a homemaker-killer or an urologist earlier—it was the exact same reasoning.
Richard didn't know this version was "Priest Glory."
Otherwise, on the very first day he transmigrated, he would have gone to beg outside the Church of the Goddess of Light, befriended the priests and nuns, and integrated into this bright, warm, and loving big family.
Now... it wasn't too bad either.
In his very first dungeon in this life, Richard didn't need to do a thing; just walking and sightseeing allowed him to effortlessly leech experience from an entire team.
"Ding-dong" ~
Prompt: Your experience value +1%, currently at 8%.
"Ding-dong" ~
Prompt: Your experience value +1.5%! ...
"Ding-dong" ~
Prompt: Your experience value +0.8%! ...
...
Indeed, he didn't need to do a thing, just pure leeching.
In the middle of it all, scout Harden got a bit too cocky and was scratched by a mutated undead creature.
Richard made a couple of gestures on his back, and Harden's wound vanished instantly.
What else was there to say? The gazes of the three grown men directed at Richard grew increasingly fervent.
Because the team had such a sugar daddy like Richard, the MI6 squad's speed in exploring the nameless cave increased by at least 40%.
The heavy knight charged directly at monsters upon seeing them.
The scout, who was originally best at stealth and assassination, stopped hiding; wherever the knight charged, the scout charged too.
As for the two ranged damage dealers, they just bombarded everything in sight.
They had Richard. As long as it wasn't a fatal wound, a little pain was nothing. They had been through thick and thin; it wasn't like they had never been injured before.
...
Around ten o'clock in the morning.
Old Shock cancelled the [Feather Fall] on the lamps, allowing the two crystal lamps that had rendered such illustrious service to be placed back on the ground.
They estimated they were now thirty or forty meters below the surface.
The stone walls were patchy with green moss-like plants, along with some muddy mixtures, which could be summed up as dirty, messy, and wretched.
The five of them sat in a circle to recover their stamina.
It had to be said that the sweltering underground environment was quite unfriendly to those of them clad in armor.
Fortunately, they had already reached the patterned stone door Richard had described.
Old Shock took a few sips of magical glacier water and asked slowly, "Richard, is the holy artifact left behind by the Black Fog Church inside there?"
Richard: "Should be... probably."
Although he had already verified Susan's intelligence using the trading system's intelligence mechanism.
Until he laid eyes on the "Evil God Statue" with his own eyes, he wouldn't make any absolute promises to anyone.
Judging by the marks, the stone door carved with bizarre patterns had been opened before.
However, the marks weren't particularly fresh, which also matched what Susan had said.
Then, Harden and Faken had each used their professional abilities to check.
Behind this door, there were no traces of life, nor any more disgusting undead creatures.
Treasure chests, they couldn't see any.
Still, safety-wise, things looked relatively fine.
Old Shock: "Fine then, since we've already come this far, we have to go in and take a look."
With that, the "tall" dwarf walked up to the door, flicked his wrist, and produced seven or eight bottles of purification potions.
The Black Fog Church was formidable, and the archmage dared not be careless.
The purification potions contained a trace of holy water from the Church of the Goddess of Light, making them just right for dealing with the holy artifacts of the Black Fog Church.
"Crash," glass shattered.
"Crash, crash," Old Shock posed with numerous flashy throwing stances, tossing the purification potions inside as if they cost nothing.
One bottle, two bottles, ten bottles, twenty bottles... as expected of the owner of Old Shock Tavern, this fellow was truly wealthy.
While Shock was showing off,
Richard was questioning Mary: "Boss Lady, I'm curious, who among our team actually has the highest strength?"
Mary, who was in the middle of recovering her stamina, said, "Me."
She glanced at Richard and continued, "I am a Tier 2 Knight, and Old Shock is a Level 29 Tier 2 Mage.
Faken is a Level 26 Tier 2 Musketeer.
Harden is a Level 27 Tier 2 Scout."
Richard understood now. They all possessed Tier 2 combat classes, and they weren't far from Tier 3.
Wait a minute!
If Richard remembered correctly, Boss Lady Mary was Level 18.
According to normal logic, one had to reach Level 20 to advance to Tier 2.
A Level 18 Tier 2—could it be an extra bonus from the Flame Knight class?
Mary said, "When we go in shortly, stay in the back."
Richard: "I understand. The holy artifact carries its own corruption; we shouldn't even look directly at it. If we leave carrying that corruption, the best-case scenario is getting suspended, and the worst-case is croaking."