Mages Are Too OP

by S.H.A aifu

As one of the first players to gain access to World of Falan—the first immersive game worldwide—Roland creates his character as a Mage. However, playing as a Mage is not as fun and easy as he thought. His head even explodes after he casts the very first spell in the game. sticking to his class when most Mages decide to create a new character, Roland gradually discovers tricks anew.

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Chapter 281 It"s Really Not Difficul

"What's the matter with you?" Mirna was flustered by Roland's gaze.

It wasn't that Roland's gaze was aggressive, the drows were never afraid of any lusty gazes or looks; rather, they quite liked it, as long as the males staring at them didn't look too ugly or disgusting.

At this moment, Roland's eyes were toned with some scrutiny, so Mirna felt a little scared.

"Nothing." Roland withdrew his gaze.

Mirna's clothes were quite revealing, giving people a wild and revealing impression, especially after she entered the pit and took off the black cloak. Her curves were fine and tight, making her look extremely attractive.

Roland was also a little aroused, but that was just his body's instinctive reaction.

His spirit, on the other hand, did not fluctuate at all.

In reality, this was what was bound to happen when a Mage's mental power was strong to a certain degree.

A Mage's soul and spirit would always be stronger than their body, and the distance between the two would increase as they leveled up, and in a few more levels, Roland could even manage the instinctive reactions of the body directly with his spirit, without even a chance of getting aroused.

Roland felt that the special power he had just felt could be Mirna's hidden power.

He didn't think it was his imagination.

His mental power was already strong to this degree, all of his perceptions and senses could hardly go wrong anymore.

Unless he was under a psychic spell.

This was why he secretly prepared himself, fearing something unexpected.

But he still acted as if he didn't perceive anything and said with a smile, "Well, now that we're here, no one should be bothering us anymore."

"Of course not." Seeing Roland's gaze return to normal, Mirna was relieved and said, "I only know a little bit about enchantment so…"

"It's okay, just teach the foundations to me," Roland said with a smile.

"It's hard to learn," Mirna said. "I'm considered to be of a little above average among my race, and I'm young, but I'm smart, and it still took me nearly a decade to get the basics."

Roland shook his head indifferently. "It's okay, just speak. Still, if it's my personal problem that I can't learn it, I won't take my anger out on you."

Okay… Mirna found this a little strange.

Growing up in a matriarchal family, Mirna, who had always seen men as tools, suddenly felt as if it was indeed normal for men to be strong.

When she grew up in the underground kingdom, she always heard from her aunts and uncles that human males and the good-for-nothing drow males were two completely different things—humans were quite charming and bold.

She never used to believe it very much.

How could males be courageous? It was just a matter of resisting their seduction techniques for a little longer, what more could there be?

But now, she discovered that human males were truly different from the soft, beautiful males of their clan.

They were truly different.

Although they were also somewhat frail, their temperament—acute and dauntless—made her heart flutter.

And then she became more and more well-behaved, of course… Seduction from time to time was an opportunity; this was the drow's instincts.

Roland's body clearly reacted to a small degree, but there was still clarity in his eyes.

For over a month, Roland didn't touch Mirna even once.

This made Mirna almost doubt her own charm.

In Mirna's eyes, the level of Roland's effort could not be described in words.

Never sleeping, he would experiment every day after listening to her explanation.

He was very serious and very focused.

When conducting basic introductory experiments, when there were no magic materials, Roland would tie her up without saying a word and just teleport away.

The first time Mirna saw Roland use Teleportation, her jaw almost didn't close for half an hour.

Teleportation was hard enough to learn, but the difficulty of Long-Distance Teleportation was almost on the same level as a divination spell.

If they weren't a super genius, one simply couldn't learn it.

Are all the males in the human world monsters?

After seeing the Teleportation, Mirna completely gave up on running away, or even seducing him.

She fully understood that the two of them were not on the same level.

Each time Roland teleported back to Delpon, he would chat with Andonara and Vivian, replenish his rations, and get his magic supplies before teleporting back.

And after more than a month of study, Roland finally understood the nature of the so-called enchantment.

In essence, it was a chemical reaction with magic involved.

It was simple in essence, but the recipe was very troublesome.

Because everyone's mental fluctuations, as well as the nature of magic power, were different, there was no way for the dose of magic power, the most important catalyst, to be reliably set.

And there were also a lot of impurities.

Even if Roland had the Magic Power Control specialty, he could not precisely control the trace input of magic power.

In addition, magic materials were a big problem, probably due to the purification process. Even the magic materials brought over from the Magic Tower were not extremely pure, greatly affecting the effect of enchantment.

The two factors added up to a success rate of less than sixty percent for even the simplest enchantment to reduce the weight of a weapon.

And the weight reduction effect fluctuated randomly from ten to thirty percent.

Roland furrowed his brow deeply at this.

He felt the need to find ways to improve his control over magic power, as well as the need to also purify his magical materials.

Otherwise, the expense was just too great.

Magic materials were generally very expensive, and because of this, Roland was now very glad that he had chosen the specialty of Magic Material Exemption early on.

Otherwise, he would have lost at least a third of his gold coins.

After spending a month and a half, Roland learned a lot about enchantment from Mirna.

For example, how to identify the properties of magic materials, how to taste the effects of magic plants with your mouth, and the fixed measures of magic materials.

According to Mirna, enchantment was a very profound discipline, and these were just the basics of the foundation.

Feeling that he had learned almost everything he could from Mirna, Roland flicked the dagger in his hand and threw it back at Mirna.

"Well, it's time for me to go."

Mirna stood up and didn't say anything, but her expression looked a little reluctant.

After a month and a half of being together, although it was a bit unpleasant at first, the two sides were at peace with each other and slowly became familiar with each other, and their relationship became relatively better.

It couldn't be said that their relationship was extremely good, but they could be considered acquaintances.

Roland took out a dozen or so gold coins and handed them to her, slipped her a packet of jerky, then continued, "I hope we don't have the chance to meet again in the future—after all, humans and drows are enemies."

Mirna pursed her lips, not knowing what to say.

Roland turned roughly in the direction of Delpon, and held out his hand, about to snap his fingers to use Teleportation.

This was his fixed casting gesture, which had a certain psychological effect that sped up the casting of silent spells.

But the moment his two fingers were about to touch, a strange power suddenly appeared behind him.

His hair instantly stood on end.

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Chapter 282 An Explanation

The weird power behind him raised goosebumps all over Roland's body. He suddenly turned around, only to see a thin, fair hand reaching for his throat.

The fingers on this hand were pointy, with blood-like nail polish.

Roland suddenly leaned back and unleashed all his mental power to create a Magic Shield.

Magic Shields were generally transparent, but this one was milky, no longer as thick as an eggshell but at least three centimeters thick.

By logic, such a Magic Shield could've resisted all attacks below the level of Legendary.

However, this tiny hand only squeezed it softly, and the Magic Shield was already creaking as if it were falling apart.

The cracks were spreading out from where the Magic Shield was being squeezed.

Roland had foreseen the possibility a month earlier. Though uncomfortable, he was not really nervous.

The Magic Shield gradually turned transparent, and Roland stared at the owner of the tiny hand… Mirna.

At this point, Mirna did not look as obedient as before. Her smiling lips looked like a crescent moon and seemed quite creepy.

Also, her eyes turned from bright brown to deep green. They seemed to be glimmering too.

More importantly… Mirna had a white arm though her skin was dark.

Mirna smiled even more creepily and delightedly when Roland stared at her.

Although cracks were spreading on the Magic Shield, it was still functional at this point.

Staring at her, Roland asked casually, "Who are you?"

In silence, Mirna squeezed the Magic Shield for another while. Though more cracks were appearing, the Magic Shield was still intact.

At this point, a wound appeared on the hand Mirna had on the shield, and blood squirted into the air.

Then, the mist of blood dispersed.

Another two seconds later, another mist of blood spurted out.

Roland slightly raised his eyebrow.

There were no more cracks on the Magic Shield.

Three seconds later, multiple streams of blood squirted simultaneously, and Mirna moved her hand back.

She stared at Roland for a while and suddenly said, "This body is too meager. You're lucky today. But don't be relieved yet. I'll come back again."

Her voice was weird because it seemed to be echoing. It was rather intimidating, but pleasant too.

After that, Mirna put on a thoughtful smile, before she closed her eyes and lay on the ground.

Roland went over and checked Mirna's status. He was relieved to find that she'd only passed out due to exhaustion.

After that, Roland left the cave through Teleportation.

About four hours later, Mirna woke up in a shock. She looked around and then between her legs. Feeling her own body again, she sighed in disappointment.

That man was really a coward to have done nothing to her.

She picked up the meatloaf on the ground, only to find that her right hand had turned white. She was quite confused.

Roland, on the other hand, had teleported back to Delpon. He returned to his manor after several minutes of gagging.

Seated in a chair, he enjoyed Andonara's massage while he considered what had happened just now.

Mirna was obviously possessed by a powerful soul lurking in her body.

There was no telling if it was a ghost or a devil.

That thing did not reveal any ability, but only used some physical strength. After all, Mirna's body was not the best container.

Actually, Roland had his guesses. He felt that it should be a certain someone.

Andonara was quite a good masseuse. Roland enjoyed her service for a while and then left for the Magic Tower.

He gathered his notes on enchantment in his study and was about to upload them to the forum, when he noticed something wrong after he logged in.

There were a lot of short messages and system notifications.

He checked the notifications, only to discover that they were basically the same.

"Big Pineapple has reported you for maliciously using bugs."

"Boiled Chicken has reported you for maliciously using bugs."

"…has reported you…"

Stunned, Roland scratched his head, having no idea what happened.

He had spent the last two months on the prairie. He didn't do anything, nor was he livestreamed. He had always been by himself. Why was he reported?

He immediately checked the feedback section and the public discussions. Then, he finally realized what it was about.

As it turned out, it was because of his spatial bubble skill.

After all, the speed boost that Human Cannonball could provide, as a set of skills, was too unbelievable.

However, the authorities never issued any announcement on the matter, showing no interest in forbidding it.

The players had argued for more than two months but failed to convince one another. But the discussions were getting less heated.

They would probably move on to other topics in ten to fifteen days.

Roland, for one, did not consider it a big deal.

If the authorities considered it a bug to use the spatial bubbles in such a way, they could ban the spell.

However, they hadn't done anything in the past two months, which indicated that they did not consider it a bug.

Roland wrote down the key points on enchantment. Because too much information was involved, he wrote thousands of words and pointed out that it took him a month and a half to learn enchantment.

Since players did not need to sleep, it would've taken three months for a regular person to learn the skill.

It was not hard to imagine how difficult it was to pick up enchantment.

"Because enchantment is too challenging, I can only make a brief introduction here. Whoever wants to learn it, feel free to find me at the Magic Tower in Delpon."

After concluding his article, Roland uploaded the thread.

The players soon found the thread and posted a lot of replies.

"The cheater is finally here. Are you done hiding after two months?"

"My friend, he was not hiding at all, all right? He was learning enchantment."

"That must be an excuse."

"While you criticized him, he was working hard. No wonder he is so much stronger than the rest of you."

"I'm told that enchantment is an awesome life skill. I didn't know that someone already picked it up… He really deserves to be the Best Mage."

"The Best Mage? More like the Best Cheater."

"You can cheat too if you're capable. Isn't it shameless to consider everything you can't achieve as cheating?"

"You've complained and tried to force the authorities to speak up for a month, but the authorities haven't said anything. Doesn't it prove anything?"

"I'm going to lower the experts to the level of the noobs where I will beat them with my abundant experience as a noob."

"Let me repeat. If the authorities don't give an explanation in two days, I'll initiate a petition and report the game to the government bureaus. It's really unfair that they're turning a blind eye to us!"

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Chapter 283 A Thousand Kilometers in a Day

Roland wandered on the forum for a while and found a lot of discussions on whether the special results that were achieved with features of magic were bugs or in accordance to the spirit of a sandbox game.

The debaters on both sides had made valid points, but essentially speaking, it was an argument between Mages and other classes.

After all, only the Mages were 100% sure that they could learn spatial bubbles, while Warlocks and Priests could only pick up magic randomly.

Few players could learn Magic Shield and spatial bubbles at the same time. Besides, they also needed Slow Landing when they were to descend from the sky.

Unless they were terribly lucky, it would be hard for Warlocks and Priests to make use of this move.

However, since there were too few Mages, the opinions on the forum were pretty much one-sided.

Roland stopped after reading a few threads, as most of the points made in those threads were similar. All the players had received systematic educations and were good at debating. None of them could convince the other side.

Roland did not intend to meddle. It was up to the authorities whether or not Human Cannonball was allowed.

After all, even if this approach was forbidden, Roland would still look for other ways to fly.

Also, he had more inspiration these days. For example, he could change Hand of Magic into aerodynamic wings and power it with a fire spell. By hanging himself on the wings and reducing his weight through Slow Landing, he would be like inventing a simple flying suit.

Of course, Roland did not possess sophisticated knowledge of aerodynamics, but he could always ask around and search for information.

There was always a solution.

Roland viewed the forums for a while and found that the players were generally playing in the same way as before. The entertainment players and the battle players were all working hard in their own way.

The merchant players kept making money, and the PVP players fought each other and made more and more enemies.

Apart from the spatial bubble incident, lots of the posts in the forums were about the conflicts between players who threw profanities at each other.

Also, it occurred to Roland that fewer and fewer people were willing to share their experiences.

The players began to keep their new discoveries to themselves.

After all, the profits behind certain discoveries were too huge.

People had changed… but it was quite understandable.

Roland read for a while and found no useful guidance threads or tips. So, he began to clear the garbage in his mailbox.

But in the end, a private message from a player drew his attention.

The message was sent not a while earlier.

"Roland, I've found something about the Red Magic Tower that you'll be interested in. Let's talk on WeChat. My ID is 5521*."

The Red Magic Tower?

The advanced organization of hermits on magic?

Roland had seen a thing or two in the library in his Magic Tower. Certain people who were gifted and capable had been gathered and established multiple Magic Towers according to the magic classes they were good at.

The Red Magic Tower, for example, specialized in evoking magic, and the Gray Magic Tower focused on spatial magic.

Wait!

The Association of Mages in Hollevin was only a middle school compared to those Magic Towers that were essentially research institutes.

Roland had picked up almost all the level-one and level-two spells in the Association of Mages. It was time that he moved on to higher levels.

It was impossible to open WeChat App in the game, but that was not a problem, because WeChat also had a web version that Roland could open in the game.

He friended the guy on WeChat, and very soon, the guy accepted his request.

"Are you Roland?"

"Yes."

"I have information on the Red Magic Tower. I guarantee it's true."

"How much do you want?"

"Ten gold coins."

"That's rather expensive. Isn't it too much to charge ten gold coins for one piece of information?"

"Not at all, because a token would be offered to you too, without which you can never find the Red Magic Tower."

"Fine, it's a deal."

"I'm in Sisilia. Come to me, please. You're very fast when you fly anyway."

Sisilia!

Roland remembered that the reformers were based near that city.

"Okay. I'll try to go ASAP."

"I'll wait for you at the Center of Chambers of Commerce in Sisilia."

This player went offline after saying that.

Roland, on the other hand, returned to his manor and spoke to Andonara and Vivian about his trip to Sisilia.

Vivian was not happy. "But you've only been back for a day."

Roland smiled. "I wasn't really away, was I? Besides, I'll be back from Sisilia in no time."

Roland had teleported back every other day while he learned enchantment from Mirna. So, for Andonara and Vivian, he was never really away.

Andonara said casually, "This is where his home and roots are. Wherever he goes, he will come back. Don't worry too much."

Andonara was now more and more relaxed and graceful.

Before, she had tempted Roland now and then, but she rarely did that anymore.

The longer she lived here, the more reassured she was.

As she grew closer and closer to Roland, she found it unnecessary to bind Roland to herself with a physical relationship.

Vivian found it quite unbelievable, seeing Andonara's graceful look.

She remembered clearly how sexy and attractive Andonara was when she arrived, but Andonara had become a majestic queen now.

Also, Andonara liked wearing the queen's crown in front Roland, although she never did that to other people.

It seemed to be a special way to have fun for her.

Though Vivian was reluctant, Roland still set off an hour later.

He activated the spatial bubbles on the top floor of the Magic Tower. After multiple times swallowing and launching, he left Delpon at a high speed.

The earth was retreating fast in front of his eyes.

Before his departure, Roland had memorized the map.

Also, he was lucky enough to not meet any bad weather.

Two hours later, he landed outside of Sisilia successfully. It truly felt great to cover a thousand kilometers within a day. He felt that inventing Human Cannonball might be the best decision in his life.

Hollevin was a small country… but this world was simply too big. This small country actually had a huge coverage. It was slightly bigger than India.

Sisilia was an important city on the border between Hollevin and the desert kingdoms. It was also a city of commerce.

Merchant convoys were waiting in line to enter the city. The line stretched two kilometers.

Thankfully, the pedestrians had another entrance, but their line was almost five hundred meters long too.

As a Mage, Roland had his privileges. The guards let him through the moment he came to the gate. However, before he got a full view of the city, someone came to him.

"Are you Roland?"

The person seemed to be quite delighted.

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284 Change Needs Time

"Are you Roland?"

The person before Roland was excited. He had golden hair, blue eyes, and an athletic body, although something about his face was unusual. It was obvious that he was a player.

Roland blinked his eyes and asked, "And you are?"

"I'm Ziegfeld, from the Coalition of Progress." The player shook hands with Roland warmly and firmly. "I've been meaning to talk to you, but I never had time. I didn't expect to meet you here. It's really great. I'm quite lucky!"

Roland could barely stand the guy's enthusiasm.

The young men nowadays, including Roland, were unusually not good at dealing with people who were particularly warm to them. It was not because they were short of social skills, but because they treated colleagues, clients, and friends in different ways.

They could greet strangers normally, but they were quite unused to talking to them warmly or being talked to in the same way.

So, Roland could only manage a smile and say, "Hello, I'm indeed Roland. What can I do for you?"

"Can we talk for a while in the tavern over there?" Ziegfeld pointed to one side.

Roland pondered for a moment. He was about to decline the request, but Ziegfeld was too hopeful and earnest.

Having no choice, Roland could only agree to his request.

They sat down in the tavern.

There were few people in the tavern, probably because it was not rush hour yet.

After ordering two cups of fruit wine, Ziegfeld said, "You must've heard about the Coalition of Progress, right?"

"I've read your posts on the forum that are hiring new people and looking for new friends."

Ziegfeld smiled happily and continued, "We've been paying attention to you too. Most players nowadays are selfish and are unwilling to share their new discoveries or research results. When they do release their findings, they will still charge forum coins."

Roland listened in silence. He had noticed the trend too.

"But you're different. You're still publicizing your knowledge for free," Ziegfeld said in admiration. "You have the spirit of community. The central members of our group all agree that you should join us."

Roland was briefly stunned. "Right now?"

"Of course right now. It's never too early to start." Ziegfeld smiled and said, "We need powerful partners who can understand us."

Roland frowned. "But now is still not the time."

"Why not?" Ziegfeld was slightly surprised.

"The players are not strong enough yet," Roland explained. "Personally, I don't object to your ambitions. I don't like the aristocracy in this world either. But this is really not the best time."

"Are you saying that we're too weak?" asked Ziegfeld slowly.

Roland nodded.

Ziegfeld smiled. "Rest assured, we've taken that into consideration. We all know the importance of military force. So, we're still preparing and haven't really done anything yet."

Roland was much more reassured after hearing that.

He asked curiously, "How many members have you recruited?"

"A thousand players have joined our group." Ziegfeld smiled and said, "There are also more than ten thousand ordinary people, who live with us in the suburbs. We have established a small town that is run completely according to the system on our side."

Roland gasped after hearing that. "More than ten thousand people?"

Ziegfeld nodded in satisfaction.

"That's too huge a target," Roland mumbled. "I feel that something might go wrong."

"That's fine. We've taken that into consideration too. If they come, we'll beat them." Ziegfeld smiled. "We know the soldiers of the lieges nearby well, and we're not scared."

"No." Roland shook his head. "I'm scared that the gods will be involved."

After a brief silence, Ziegfeld said, "Personally, I'm rather worried too. That's why we live in the suburbs and try to stay away from the believers."

Roland drank the fruit wine in silence.

Observing Roland for a while, Ziegfeld asked, "Roland, are you willing to join us?"

Roland thought for a moment and replied, "Can I consider it for a couple of days?"

"Of course. You can find us in the suburbs when you think it through. You won't miss it." Ziegfeld smiled and stood up. "It's getting late. I have to deliver the salt to the town."

The good thing about the system Backpack was that nobody could see what other people were carrying or rob them.

After Ziegfeld left, Roland finished the fruit wine and asked the bartender where the Chamber of Commerce was. Then, he left for his destination.

This was a crowded city of business. While he walked, Roland considered what Ziegfeld said.

It was unquestionable that Ziegfeld and his group were doing the right thing, but they were too hasty.

They had already copied the system and the ideas from reality and even established a town.

They were quite effective, but they were not powerful enough.

More importantly, they had shown their intentions, and should they be discovered, the gods would be wary of such ideas in the future.

In such a case, it would be much harder to disseminate similar ideas.

Roland only hoped that he was overthinking it…

Soon, Roland arrived at the Chamber of Commerce.

He was about to ask the guard if there was a Rollaford in this place, when a young man walked out and waved his hand at Roland. "Roland, here!"

Roland walked to him and asked, "Rollaford?"

The player nodded. Without further ado, he took out a black gem from his system Backpack. "This can help you find the Red Magic Tower."

Roland gave him ten gold coins.

They exchanged the black gem and the gold coins.

After taking the gold coins, the player seemed to be leaving. But he suddenly turned around and asked, "Right, are you willing to be hired by players?"

Roland was puzzled. "With the system Backpacks, you needn't worry about someone robbing you of your merchandise, do you?"

Rollaford shook his head. "It's not about business. Our boss accepted a blue quest but got stuck. He needs a translator, but none of the people we looked for could understand what it means."

Oh, so they were interested in Roland's Language Proficiency.

"Is it a tricky quest?"

"Not exactly. We'll pay you one gold coin for your service. How does it sound?" Rollaford thought for a moment and continued, "Also, this quest probably rewards a lot of EXP. It's a blue quest."

"Deal." Roland nodded.

The guy was truly a smart businessman to discover Roland's need. Roland did not care about a gold coin, but EXP was definitely attractive to him.

At this point, Roland needed EXP more than he needed money.

Rollaford smiled and said, "Fantastic. The quest we've been stuck on for five days can finally be resolved."

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285 Game and Dream

Roland had thought that if Rollaford was a businessman, his boss should be a businessman too.

However, when he met the boss in person, Roland realized that he had made a mistake.

This boss was a Lorewalker. Some players in this game were plain and some attractive, and this man was among the pretty ones. He must've added stat points to Charm. Extending his hand with a smile, he said, "Roland, how fortunate of us to meet you here."

After more than half a year, most people had realized the benefits of Charm. Even though they only added two or three points to Charm, they would gain invisible advantages during interaction with NPCs.

For example, it would be easier for them to bargain, make a good first impression, or hit on girls or guys. There would be much fewer social obstacles and many more opportunities.

Even though the players knew that the pretty face in the game was virtual, they would inevitably back off or be more generous when they saw a good-looking person.

Roland smiled and said, "Hello. You are…?"

"You may call me Kennedy."

"That's really an impressive name…" Roland gasped, not knowing what he should say about the players.

Kennedy laughed and said, "It's just a common Western name. Please don't overthink it."

Okay. I won't think!

At this point, Rollaford said next to them, "Our deputy chairman is Lincoln, our minister of diplomacy is McKinley, and our minister of execution is Garfield."

Roland was even more speechless.

Kennedy slightly shook Roland's hand, smiling delightedly if not proudly.

The namesakes of those four people ended up the same way in history. They were truly bold enough to give themselves such names.

Looking at Roland's face, which seemed to indicate that he was constipated, Kennedy laughed. "That's exactly what I hoped to see. We've told a lot of people our names, but only one0third of them know that these names belong to celebrities, and only one-fifty know who they are."

Roland did not know how he should comment on those weirdos, because he wasn't one. After a brief silence, Roland said, "Let's talk about the quest."

Kennedy seemed disappointed. "It's rare to meet someone who can understand our names. But aren't you too boring? Can you praise us a little bit?"

"Attaboy!" Roland clapped his hands with the eyes of a dead fish and then said, "Okay, can you share the quest now?"

It's really annoying to deal with a guy who knows why you're fun but refuses to be amused. Kennedy sighed and led Roland to his home.

It was a two-storied building in a mid-sized neighborhood.

The second floor was a library, where the bookshelves were laden with quaint books.

Also, there was the stink of mud and dust on this floor.

At the northeastern corner of this floor was a desk, and a painting had been unfolded on the desk in the middle of many books.

Kennedy led Roland to the desk and shared the quest with Roland.

New quest received: Translate the ancient words (Excellent).

Roland cast Unhindered Communication on Kennedy and said, "Take a look yourself."

Kennedy eagerly looked at the painting on the desk.

Roland looked at it too.

It was more of a collection of hieroglyphs than a painting.

At first look, those words seemed to be Elvish, but then Roland disapproved of the idea, because the Elvish writings were beautiful and elegant, while the words here were crude and simple. They were not nearly as attractive as the Elvish writings.

Thanks to Unhindered Communication, Roland understood what they meant.

"We're falling back. Our brothers and sisters who have monopolized our mother's love are driving us away from our mother with their fine weapons. That's unfair. Why are they so beautiful and smart? Our mother didn't treat us fairly."

It was everything on the painting, without any context.

Roland, however, found that Kennedy was shaking.

The man blushed and then laughed so hard that his laughter echoed throughout the building.

"My speculation is true! The trolls and the elves are of the same origin. They're both the children of the World Tree. This is the evidence!

"This is the evidence!"

While laughing, Kennedy shouted and danced as if nobody were around.

Roland shook his head and left the building.

Rollaford walked him out of the building and said, "Sorry about that, but that's just what our boss is like. In reality, he is a civil servant who graduated as an archeology student two years ago. He loves archeology, but it's hard to make ends meet as an archaeologist, so he became a civil servant. However, he still considers himself an archaeologist, and he's always excited whenever he discovers anything in the game."

Roland nodded in sympathy.

He was actually similar. When he found a new magic theory in his Magic Tower, he would laugh aloud too.

He was definitely not in a place to mock Kennedy.

Then, Rollaford gave the gold coin that he promised to Roland.

After thanking him, Roland left.

On the street, Roland turned on the system menu.

Quest "Translate ancient words" accomplished. EXP 214.

The reward was a lot for a blue quest. However, Roland's EXP bar only increased by a tiny bit.

Starting from level five, the EXP required for a level-up had soared, and hundreds of EXP points were not nearly enough.

Leaving aside the Masters who were older than fifty, Roland was confused about how Andonara became a Master Swordsman when she was only in her twenties.

It didn't make sense. She didn't have a system and couldn't accomplish quests.

Did she automatically receive EXP every day due to her Hero bloodline?

He decided to ask Andonara later when he had time.

Then, Roland took out the black gem he bought and examined it in the sunlight. He found that the silver stripes within the black gem seemed to have formed a strange magic array.

Enchantments, magic scrolls, and magic arrays, the three advanced magic ancillary skills, could decide the upper limit of a Mage to some extent.

Now, Roland had learned a thing or two about enchantment, but he did not know where he could study magic scrolls and magic arrays.

But there was a magic array in this black gem. Did it mean that those major Magic Towers had lessons on magic arrays?

Roland focused his mental power on the black gem, and soon, a red spot moved in the gem and stopped at one side of it.

"The east!"

Roland turned the gem, and the gem simply pointed at the east without turning.

It was truly an indicator.

In a corner, Roland activated Human Cannonball.

While everybody exclaimed in shock, Roland took off into the sky at an unbelievable speed.

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Chapter 286 Hybrids

Human Cannonball was quite fast, but even so, the red spot was still pointing east after Roland flew for two hours.

He stopped and built a small building to take a rest.

After his mana was recovered, he continued his journey to the east.

His magic regeneration was slower than his consumption. So, without using the Mind-Calming Necklace, Roland could only fly two hours and rest five hours in order to replenish himself.

It was because the capacity of his mana had soared after his level-up. Though his magic regeneration had been slightly increased by Roland's Zeal, it couldn't catch up with the growth of Roland's total mana.

After all, he had added all his stat points on Intelligence, which decided the basic damage of his spells as well as the upper limit of his mana.

Based on the direction of the black gem, Roland kept flying eastward.

He passed the prairie and the desert, weathering wind and thunderstorms. He even happened upon a silver dragon, which was surprised to see him and intended to catch him, but it couldn't catch up with Roland at all. Roland lost the dragon after only half an hour.

Roland was not interested in the silver dragon at all. He only wanted to find the Red Magic Tower at this point.

Flying two hours and resting five hours, Roland continued the journey day and night.

He estimated that he had crossed a handful of countries before he finally reached the sea.

Before Roland was a shallow, beautiful blue sea.

The view here was beautiful. The bottom of the sea could be seen from the sky, and all kinds of creatures were swimming beneath the surface of the clear water.

The silver beach was glittering under the sunlight too.

This would've made a famous tourist site on Earth, but Roland was rather desperate at this point.

He slowly landed from the sky and stood on the highest rock near the shore.

The sea before his eyes was beautiful, but also boundless.

The wind from the sea, carrying a fishy scent, blew at Roland's robe.

Staring at the horizon for a long time, Roland finally heaved a helpless sigh.

If it were on the continent, he could've reached his destination however far it was even though it might take him some time.

But things were tricky if it was on the other side of the sea, which was impossible for him to fly across, unless this was not a sea but a channel.

Without a place to rest, he would only drown in the sea and end up in a fish's stomach.

Roland stood in silence on the rock for a quarter-hour before he flew south.

He wanted to look for a city and ask the residents there about this sea.

It would be even better if he could find a map. He could simply fly across it if it was only a channel.

However, if it was a massive sea, he would consider other solutions.

He flew south because warmer places were generally more resourceful and populated.

As he expected, he found a city after flying for half an hour. The tall wall of the city reflected green light under the sun.

From above the city, Roland found that the buildings of this city were rather primitive. The houses and towers were all built on uneven green stones. As a result, there were protrusions on the surface of every building, but it was weirdly beautiful.

The city was not quite large. It was shaped like a square, four kilometers in length and three kilometers in width.

From the sky, Roland could see a lot of people walking on the streets below.

Casting Unhindered Communication on himself, Roland landed on an empty ground that felt like a square.

However, he noticed something wrong the moment he landed.

The residents around him all had foxy ears, gray hair, and long fluffy tails, regardless of their gender and age.

Roland looked at them in surprise, and they looked at Roland in surprise too.

Then, their curiosity was gradually replaced by apprehension, until one of the females shouted, "Ah… a human Mage! Run!"

Her scream was like some sort of signal that activated all the people in the square.

In panic, they fled from Roland, crying out.

Many of them even threw whatever was in their hands away in order to run faster.

A senior, holding his crutch, shouted, "Take the children away first! The valiant of you, stall this human Mage with me!"

Though frightened and barely steady, the senior staggered at Roland.

Some of the middle-aged residents intended to flee, but looking at the crying children, they gritted their teeth and charged at Roland despite their fear.

It was quite a mess.

Roland was stunned. Looking at the people who were charging at him with their bare hands, he softly sighed.

Activating the spatial bubbles, Roland soared to the sky and disappeared in the horizon before those middle-aged residents reached him.

Although Roland was gone, the riot in the square lasted another ten minutes. Soon, everybody in the city learned that a human Mage was here.

Uneasiness spread through the city.

In the mayor's office, the handsome young fox was on one of his knees. "Father, please let me hunt this human Mage down with three hundred soldiers."

The middle-aged vulpera who was seated high above looked at his son and said slowly, "Hirlow, are you confident in killing him?"

"No." Hirlow, the young lord, raised his head. His white hair had been tied into multiple ponytails, a typically female hairstyle, but he looked quite handsome. "But we can't keep retreating now, Father. We have to teach human beings a lesson and make them feel pain, or we will always be despised by them, and they will catch us any time they want, until we all become slaves."

The middle-aged mayor thought for a moment and asked, "Do you have no alternatives? As the future leader, you should not risk yourself."

"Father, nobody is stronger than me in this whole city. Who else is more suitable for the mission than me?"

The mayor sighed and said, "Go now. Three hundred soldiers are not enough. Take five hundred."

"Yes, Father." Hirlow stood up in excitement.

Receiving what he asked for, Hirlow left in delight.

At first, he sniffed in the square and recorded Roland's scent, which wasn't completely gone yet.

Then, he rode a gigantic wolf out of the city with five hundred soldiers. Instead of hunting Roland directly, he went south to the shoreline where a lot of small cabins had been built.

Many green-skinned shorties were entering and exiting these cabins.

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Chapter 287 What"s That?

Those green tiny creatures were rather tense when they noticed the strangers. Soon, a squad was gathered, and the short, green, human-shaped creatures cheered and charged out with wooden spears and lances at a rather high speed despite their awkward movement.Though those green creatures seemed aggressive, Hirlow was not anxious at all.

A moment later, the squad approached Hirlow, and they all stopped when they were about to attack.

The leader of the squad heaved a breath of relief and said, "Hahaha. It's you, Young Master Hirlow."

The short creature who was speaking had green scales all over his body, which was the shape of a human's. He also had a fish head. When he talked, transparent mucus dripped from the sharp teeth behind his lips.

The murloc was a vassal race to the vulpera.

Because of their hideous appearance, the murloc's social status among the hybrids was quite low. They were no better than kobolds.

Nobody was willing to live with them except the vulpera.

The vulpera's reasoning was simple. They didn't care if their vassal races were beautiful, because none could be more beautiful than themselves.

With that logic, the vulpera was the only advanced hybrid race that was willing to accept the murloc.

"It's been a while, Chief Uluru." On the gigantic wolf, Hirlow smiled gently. "How have your people been doing?"

"They're fine." When the murloc talked, there were bubbling sounds from his throat.

The murloc all looked similar to other races, but thanks to their keen noses, the vulpera could distinguish them by scent.

Hirlow looked around and found that the population of the murloc had increased a lot. He said, "A human Mage arrived at our city a while back and fled soon after."

"A human Mage?" The murloc's bulbous eyes widened even more. "They're here again?"

Hirlow nodded. "So, I want you to patrol on the shoreline and contact us if you find anything."

The murloc nodded quickly. "Okay, got it. All humans should die. We'll try our best to defend the shoreline."

Hirlow was reassured after receiving Chief Uluru's promise.

What he worried most was that the Mage would escape from the shoreline.

The smell from the sea would cover the smell of a human. It would be difficult even for the vulpera to track a human next to the sea.

But the murloc were different. They were familiar with sea scents and sensitive to foreign smells. So, they were the best guardians of the shoreline.

After that, Hirlow led five hundred wolf-riders to the wood in the west, leaving a trail of smoke and dust rising to the sky behind them.

When they were some distance from the wood, the rider in the lead slowed down, and when Hirlow caught up to him, the handsome vulpera archer said, "Young master, I smelled the human. He must be in the woods."

"Then let's get closer—don't let him escape." Hirlow was quite excited, as the prairies and the mountains were the home of the vulpera. Essentially, they were the hybrid version of elves, except that they did not have the longevity and talents of the elves. He said, "Wind Soaring is very exhausting. This Mage must've used up half of his mana during the flight. He can't cast many more spells now."

Then, Hirlow raised his hands and roared, "Everybody, speed up, and don't let the human escape!"

The five hundred wolf-riders echoed him at the same time.

At this point, Roland was taking a rest at the mountaintop.

He had hidden himself inside a two-storied tower that only had ventilation holes.

However, Roland had learned his lesson and released three magic spiders in advance as his sentinels.

One of the spiders crawled to the top of the tallest tree and observed the environment.

Soon, the dust raised by the wolf-riders caught the spider's attention. After that, the images were transmitted to Roland's brain through their mental connection.

Roland opened a gap in the building's wall and reduced his weight with Slow Landing, allowing him to climb the tree easily. Then, he saw the wolf-riders.

Were they here for him?

Roland did not want to cause any trouble during his search for the Magic Tower.

But things didn't go as planned. Roland saw that the riders got off from their mounts and surrounded the hill he was on, before they pressed uphill.

As hundreds of people disappeared into the woods at the foot of the hill, Roland knew that he had to react.

Though he didn't know how they found him, he couldn't stay here anymore.

He didn't consume much magic power this time. After two hours of rest, he was almost fully recovered.

Since those people dared to search the mountain, they had probably prepared magic restrictions or special gadgets to deal with him.

If he was surrounded by them, the consequences would be terrible.

Roland turned the building back into mud. Then, he swooshed himself to the sky and projected himself to the sea.

It was quite noisy when Roland was flying. Besides, the magic waves from the spatial bubbles were obvious too.

The dozen vulpera who had been aiming at Roland since the moment he took off dropped their bows helplessly.

Roland was too fast. They couldn't predict his trajectory at all, and even if they could, their arrows couldn't catch up with him.

Hirlow knew a thing or two about Mages, but when he saw Roland passing him by from above and disappearing into the horizon, he was dumbfounded. "What's that?"

It took Roland four minutes to reach the sea.

He really hated to give up halfway, not after he had already made it here. It was possible that he could find the Red Magic Tower after he crossed this sea.

However, the problem was that he couldn't cross it at this point.

The sea was quite vast. In order to fly across it, he would need places to rest on his way.

Though it was possible to freeze the seawater with Ice Ring, a tiny piece of floating ice would be useless on the sea, because the waves on the sea were almost two meters high even without wind and could easily flip the ice.

As for bigger ice… How much magic power would it consume?

Creating ice in the sea was meant for him to recover his magic power. Wouldn't it be self-contradictory if he wasted a lot of magic power on creating the ice?

Besides, the weather on the sea could be fickle. Should he be caught in a storm, even a large piece of ice wouldn't be safe.

Standing next to the shoreline, Roland was quite gloomy.

While he was sighing, he suddenly saw a squad of green human-shaped creatures running toward him with a weird gait from his left. He even heard their cries.

Observing them more closely, Roland found that they were fully green and had big eyes that looked like light bulbs. Together with their imposing chins, they were so hideous that they were like aliens.

"What's that?"

Roland made exactly the same remark as Hirlow did earlier.

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Chapter 288 Trying His Bes

It was the first time Roland had seen such hideous humanoid creatures. He even felt that his eyes were burnt.

Then, he decided to retreat.

Although it was inappropriate to discriminate against someone for their look, they were really too ugly for Roland.

The other reason was that he seemed to be on their patro routel, and a conflict might burst out if he trespassed on their territory.

Therefore, Roland intended to get out of their way.

But right then, the patrolling murloc suddenly stopped, and their leader sniffed and charged at Roland with his weapon.

Roland was taken aback. He didn't know that those creatures were so aggressive.

However, seeing that they were holding wooden spears and lances, he knew that they should be intelligent, so he thought to talk to them.

Hardly had he cast Language Proficiency on himself when the murloc, who were running with a hilarious posture, let out cries.

In Roland's ears, they were shouting, "The ugly human is spotted. Get him!"

Roland nearly choked after hearing that.

Though he was plain-looking, it was downright outrageous to say that he was ugly.

Even more frustratingly, it was a bunch of real hideous monsters that had made the malicious remark.

Taking a deep breath, he was about to talk, but a few spears, with huge fishing nets behind them, were hurled at him.

Roland snapped his fingers and flashed ten meters back.

After that, he activated spatial bubbles and flew away from the seashore while those murloc wailed furiously.

After flying for half an hour away from the seashore, Roland took a rest to recover his mana. He snapped his fingers, ready to use Long-Distance Teleportation.

However, he was dizzy. He checked his status, only to discover that his mana had been used up.

The Long-Distance Teleportation failed.

This place was so far away from Delpon that he couldn't return even after he consumed all his mana.

He could only put on the Mind-Calming Necklace to recover his mana. Then, he established a stone building and stayed inside.

After resting for a few hours, Roland flew back with Human Cannonball. When half of the journey was covered, he recorded the coordinates and finally teleported himself back to Delpon.

In his manor, Roland rested for half a day comfortably and had afternoon tea with Andonara and Vivian, before he teleported himself to the capital and found Tobian and the headquarters of the Association of Mages.

Tobian, who had convinced most of the councilmen of the Association of Mages to support him, was quite delighted.

Sitting opposite him and looking at his bald, bulbous head, Roland said with a smile, "Though it's still early, I must say congratulations, General Chairman."

Tobian smiled delightedly. "Thank you, Mr. Roland. You must be here for something. What is it?"

Since they knew each other well, Roland simply cut to the chase. "Master, you're quite experienced. What would you do if you wanted to cross a sea?"

"Use a boat!" Tobian thought for a moment and said, "Don't ever attempt to cross the sea with Wind Soaring or other flying spells. Almost every Mage who tried that has died."

"Almost?" Roland asked.

Tobian nodded and explained, "As far as I know, only two people who survived after crossing the sea with magic: Duncan the Demigod, and Mystra, who was not yet a goddess. Both of them crossed the sea as Legends."

So, it was capabilities that really mattered.

That was the orcs' territory anyway. Even if there were boats, human beings had no access to them.

Roland thought for a moment and asked, "Then, do you have any spells that can let me rest on the sea?"

Tobian scratched his head and mumbled, "Waterwalking? But it's designed for rivers and lakes, and you may be knocked down by the waves if you use it on the sea. Underwater Breathing? No… there are too many magical beasts in the sea. You don't want to feed yourself to them…"

Thinking for a long time, Tobian finally said, "If I must say, there is one option."

Roland slightly leaned forward.

"Mystra's Mansion." Tobian explained: "It's one of the three spells that the Goddess of Magic created before she became a goddess. This spell can create a special space in the void for a Mage to rest in until his magic power is fully recovered. It's a must-learn spell for every Mage, but it's up to your talent whether you can pick it up."

Roland's eyes glittered. "It sounds interesting."

"When you quit Mystra's Mansion, you will appear in the coordinates that you set earlier." Tobian added in fascination, "Though this spell deals no damage, it's known as the best life-saving spell for Mages."

It was the right choice to consult the experienced. Roland was not aware of such an amazing spell.

"Then, I have only one question. Where can I learn this amazing spell? What should I pay?"

Tobian sighed and said, "I think you can only find the spell model in the Monochrome Magic Tower that specializes in spatial magic."

Roland was disappointed to hear that.

He couldn't even find the Red Magic Tower, not to mention the Monochrome Magic Tower that he had no leads on.

Seeing Roland's look, Tobian continued, "The only other place that may have it is the Holy Realm in Fareins."

Huh? Roland looked at Tobian and gestured for him to continue.

Tobian chuckled at Roland's earnestness and said, "There's a grand library in the Holy Realm that keeps the books collected and submitted by the believers of Light. You can find all kinds of books there. I think the model for Mystra's Mansion might be among them."

Roland stood up happily. "Thank you, Master Tobian."

"You have connections in the Holy Realm?" Tobian's attitude seemed weird.

"More or less."

Leaving Tobian's Magic Tower, Roland found a tavern nearby. He enjoyed fruit wine while he pinged Schuck in the guild system.

Roland: "Are you still in the Holy Realm, Schuck?"

Soon, Schuck replied.

Schuck: "I just came back. What's up?"

Roland: "Can you check in your grand library if there's the spell model for Mystra's Mansion for me?"

Schuck: "Wait a moment. I'll ask the Holy Lady. She keeps the high-level spell models."

Roland: "Thank you for your trouble."

Schuck: "We're brothers. Don't be so courteous."

About half an hour later, Schuck left another message.

Schuck: "There is. However, the Holy Lady says that this spell model is not to be borrowed, and that you have to apply in the Holy Realm if you want to read it. Just now, I tried to take a snap of the book, but then I was warned that my Grace would be reduced if I did something which is to be considered theft. So, you'd better come here in person. I'll pull the strings for you."

Roland: "Got it."

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Chapter 289 The Holy Lady of Ligh

Three days later, Roland met Schuck, who picked him up outside of the Holy Realm.As the sanctuary of the Church of Light, all the buildings in the Holy Realm were built with large, smooth white rocks, including the city wall.

The city wall of Hollevin's capital was tall and thick, but it couldn't compare to the city wall of the Holy Realm at all.

Standing at the foot of the wall, Roland saw the reflection of sunlight on the white gigantic rocks, which were so imposing that they almost seemed like steep hills.

However, he still had the urge to fly into the Holy Realm.

After all, no Mages should take the ordinary path.

But thankfully, he stopped himself from doing that.

This was the sacred land of a church, not the capital of a kingdom.

A king would need to weigh gains and losses, but zealots would not reason with him. If they thought that he insulted their faith, they would swear to kill him.

Schuck welcomed Roland in casual clothes. They greeted and teased each other.

Then, Roland asked, "Why are you always in the Holy Realm? I thought you would be traveling on Margret all the time."

"It's not that I don't want to travel," Schuck said helplessly, "but the Holy Realm doesn't want Saint Samurai to run about. They want me to stay in the Holy Realm if I'm not on missions."

Walking next to Schuck, Roland asked curiously, "Why? Are you not trusted in the Holy Realm?"

"No, they're only scared that something will happen to us." Schuck smiled bitterly. "After every dozen years, one or two Saint Samurai will be corrupted into Dark Knights, who launch attacks at the Holy Realm. It's quite the occasion. The Holy Realm is scared because it happens frequently."

Roland understood what he meant.

The moral demands on the Saint Samurai were too high. Apart from the temptations of evil, they were also prone to setups. For example, a guy lied to a Saint Samurai about a serial murderer, and the Saint Samurai killed the so-called bad buy, only to be punished by the god.

Also, the Church of Light was not entirely bright. It had Inquisitions to do dark things for the interests of the church.

If the Saint Samurai ran into his own people doing bad things when they were out, their faith might collapse.

Therefore, the Saint Samurai were never expected to wander about, unless they had specific goals and requirements.

However, neither the pope nor the Holy Lady of Light could order the Saint Samurai to do anything they disliked. They could only persuade the Saint Samurai gently.

Most Saint Samurai were good-tempered. Naturally, they listened to instructions.

There were lines at the gate on the city wall, and Roland and Schuck were at the end of a line.

Though Roland was wearing his magic robe, he didn't have any privileges this time.

Though Mages were not underestimated in the Church of Light, they were not overestimated either.

After entering the Holy Realm, Roland saw an extremely broad street that was as wide as a standard eight-lane road that he knew.

On the two sides of the street were tall and low buildings made of white rocks. Moving his gaze to the distance, Roland saw an enormous white temple on the horizon that seemed to block half of the sky.

He could feel the magnificence and sacredness of the temple that was surrounded by a shiny halo even though he was a kilometer away.

After a brief shock, Roland sighed. "It's like looking up at a huge dam right from the bottom of it."

Schuck nodded. "That's exactly my feeling when I saw the Temple of Light for the first time. That building is as impressive as any in our place."

As they walked on the broad street, a lot of people passed by them.

Most of them were wearing white cloaks or robes. Few were in other colors.

There were a lot of merchants on the sides of the street, but none of them were peddling. They simply sat in silence and looked at the passersby earnestly.

Though the population of the Holy Realm was high and the street was rather crowded, it was not obstreperous at all.

Not all the passersby were silent, but when they talked, they kept their voices as low as possible.

Schuck took Roland to the Temple of Light and said, "I won't show you around. Most of the places are not open to you since you're not a believer of the Church of Light, and misunderstandings may result if we break in. I'll just take you to the grand library. After all, nothing here is really impressive for us."

That was exactly what Roland wanted. He had feared that Schuck would show him around the city like a friendly host.

He was not even interested in women at this point, not to mention scenic spots.

After walking for another ten minutes, they finally reached the bottom of the Temple of Light.

This temple was essentially a hill. The foundation of the temple, piled with infinite white square rocks, were unbelievably huge. Roland observed it for a while and sighed.

Was the grand library inside this temple?

It seemed heavily guarded.

Roland had seen that multiple entrances of the temple were all guarded by the Guards of Light in white robes. He was sure that he wouldn't be qualified to go in if it weren't for Schuck.

While Roland thought about that, Schuck suddenly turned right and took him to another building that was relatively much smaller.

"This is the grand library." Schuck smiled. "Are you disappointed?"

Roland shook his head.

Schuck continued, "You only feel that it's small because it's built next to the temple. It's actually quite huge."

Roland was not entirely convinced yet, but after he entered the building and the temple could not be seen anymore, Roland realized that Schuck was right.

This grand library was truly grand.

The bookshelves were like trees that formed a boundless forest. Many female clerics were moving around and classifying the books.

At the reading area not far away, clerics in white robes were turning pages in silence.

One of the female clerics who was busy working saw Schuck by chance when she raised her head.

Her eyes glimmering, she walked to him and asked, "Mr. Schuck, why are you here?"

"I'm here to talk to the Holy Lady. I have an appointment with her." Schuck smiled.

"The Holy Lady is in the reading room on the third floor."

"Thank you."

Schuck nodded and left with Roland.

Behind them, the female cleric was still staring at Schuck's back affectionately.

Four minutes later, Roland met the Holy Lady of Light in a spacious but simply decorated room.

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Chapter 290 Dragons are Less Reputed as Air Dominators

The first floor and the second were full of books and therefore had the smell of paper, but there was nothing but a faint fragrance in this room.The Holy Lady of Light was quite beautiful, with red hair and green eyes. She seemed warm, but there was innocence and purity in her gaze.

She was petite and looked young. She couldn't be more than fifteen years old.

But that was quite normal. The demands for the Holy Ladies of most religions were devoutness and virginity.

Also, the Holy Ladies were the faces of those religions, so they needed to be both pious and pretty.

Before, the Church of Light paid little attention to the appearance of the Holy Lady as long as she was devoted and capable.

However, the case changed decades ago when the gods convened a meeting on the compatibility issues of the churches.

After all, the doctrines of certain churches were contradictory to those of other churches.

Both the pope and the Holy Lady took part in the meeting.

When a dozen churches gathered at the periphery of the Elf Forest, the Holy Ladies of the other churches were all gorgeous, but that of the Church of Light was only plain.

She did not seem more capable than other Holy Ladies either.

It had been an embarrassment to the Church of Light for years. People mocked in private that they could not find a girl who was both pretty and capable when they had so many believers.

The plain-looking Holy Lady could've kept the position for another ten years, but she applied for retirement only three years later when she heard the rumors.

For the reputation of the Church of Light, she resigned voluntarily and became a bishop elsewhere.

Ever since then, the Holy Ladies who the Church of Light chose were also the pretty ones.

The young Holy Lady nodded at Roland and smiled at him politely.

Then, she looked at Schuck, her eyes glittering. "Mr. Saint Samurai, is this the friend you referred to?"

Schuck nodded. "Yes. He's my best friend."

"Got it." The Holy Lady took out a thick book from the drawer and put it on the table. "In the next half-hour, I'll be cleaning the bookshelves downstairs. You can suit yourselves."

After that, the Holy Lady stood up and left the room.

Roland walked over and opened the book. It was indeed the spell model.

Instead of reading it in a hurry, he turned the pages and took a picture of the magic nodes with the camera function of the system.

Schuck waited quietly.

After a dozen minutes, Roland finally finished capturing the whole book.

Roland was not entirely satisfied, but he did not ask Schuck if he could read more of the books.

What the Holy Lady said and her eventual departure suggested that Schuck was helping him with his power as a Saint Samurai, or the Holy Lady wouldn't have shown Roland the spell model.

Roland was grateful for Schuck, but he kept his gratitude to himself instead of speaking out.

"Are you done?" asked Schuck.

Roland nodded and said, "I've captured all of it. I'll learn and analyze it later. I'm going back to Delpon."

"You're not spending a few days here?" asked Schuck.

Roland shook his head. "That's unnecessary. I only want to learn this spell at this point."

Schuck sighed. "You're more and more like a pure Mage now."

"Is it not good? That's a synonym for rationality." Roland felt that he was in a good state.

He was full of curiosity, and he was much more active than before.

"I don't know if it's good." Schuck thought for a moment and said, "But everybody changes, quickly or slowly. Just follow your heart."

As they talked, they left the room and went downstairs.

Then, they saw that the Holy Lady was really cleaning the bookshelves. When she saw Schuck and Roland, she smiled at them in greeting.

Then, she resumed cleaning.

Schuck led Roland out of the grand library, but a red-haired girl in a white dress was glaring at them angrily below the stairs with her hands on her hips.

Schuck walked down and asked, finding it odd, "Margret, why are you here? Didn't I ask you to stay home?"

"I thought you were here to chat with the Holy Lady." Margret looked at Roland and said, "It seems that you weren't lying when you said that you would be receiving a friend."

Schuck was amused, and Roland somehow smelled jealousy.

Dragons were connected to their knights. They could feel each other even when they were thousands of kilometers apart.

So, when Schuck came to the grand library, Margret, who could tell where he was although she was at home, immediately set off to catch him.

Schuck approached her and petted her. The girl looked upset at first, but after Schuck stroked her head, she smiled happily again.

Then, Schuck led Roland out of the city.

On the empty meadow outside of the city, Roland said, "Okay, let's say goodbye now. I'm going back."

"By teleportation?" asked Schuck.

"No. This is too far away from Delpon and I don't have enough mana," Roland said helplessly. "I need to fly half of the way before I teleport myself back."

"How long is it going to take?"

Roland ran an estimation and said, "No more than a day."

Schuck sighed, "That's really fast. You're even faster than Margret."

Margret, whose mood had been improved, was not happy to hear that. "I don't believe it. You must be bragging."

Roland tilted his head and looked at Schuck.

Cleverness flashed in Schuck's eyes. He found it quite interesting. "Do you want a race?"

"Why not?"

Margret shouted and jumped aside, glowing red. In less than ten seconds, she turned from a human girl into a red dragon.

Schuck jumped onto Margret's back.

Roland sighed. Actually, he did not want to compete.

However, Schuck had already patted Margret's back gently. Realizing his intention, Margret flapped her wings and ran a few steps, before she took off at a high speed and soon accelerated to the highest speed of a dragon.

I'm the fastest anyway.

While Margret was thinking that, a stranger suddenly appeared next to her. She focused her eyes, only to find that it was Roland.

Also, Roland's speed was still increasing.

Margret, who was unwilling to give up, tried to flap her wings, but it didn't help.

She could only watch Roland go faster and faster. Swallowed and ejected by the spatial bubbles, the man became a dark spot on the horizon in no more than three minutes.

Even his shadow was nowhere to be seen.

Margret slowed down and hovered in midair.

Her pitiful voice was passed to Schuck's head through the mental connection of the dragon knight.

"That's unfair. He's not using a flight spell at all."

Schuck replied, laughing, "But he did fly away at an astonishing speed, didn't he? Margret, as I've kept telling you, human beings are very strong in general, and they have a lot of geniuses. Don't underestimate them, or you may suffer great setbacks one day."

After a long time, Margret's gloomy voice finally sounded. "Okay. I won't underestimate human beings anymore, all right?"

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Chapter 291 New Version

Upon returning to Delpon, Roland was about to study Mystra's Mansion when Vincent visited him."Mr. Chairman, can I ask you a question?" Vincent pointed at a spot on a spell model. "According to your teachings, this magic node should have three functions, but we can only get one function out of it no matter how we try."

"Disperse your magic power when it runs to this node, and it will automatically become three functions."

Vincent's face was rather dark. "Boss, I don't know what I should say. We've already tried our best by pushing our magic power to this node, now we have to split it into three parts?"

"It's really not that hard," said Roland unconvincingly as he looked at the guy's gloomy face.

"Damn it. I will never speak to a cheater like you again."

Vincent was quite angry. He left with a bitter heart.

Roland finally had the chance to study Mystra's Mansion.

Back in the Holy Realm, he was too busy taking photos to read it.

Now, after he read the book in silence, he closed the book heavily.

It was too hard… Thousands of nodes formed an enormous network. Additionally, those nodes were all connected to each other.

It was too complicated for someone of Roland's level to pick up.

Roland estimated that he wouldn't be qualified to learn it until he was level ten.

His journey proved to be useless.

Roland returned to his manor from the Magic Tower. Seeing that he was rather unhappy, Vivian and Andonara both tried to cheer him up.

Then, Roland drank fruit wine with them all night and chit-chatted until the next morning.

Five minutes before the server paused, a system announcement popped up.

"An important update is underway. Light and Shadow, the new version, will be open to the public after the update. This update will take seven days, or 168 hours. Please forward the information to each other. We're sorry for any inconvenience caused…"

The announcement was repeated a dozen times.

Roland was stunned for quite a while, until the game time was up and the server was closed. He was ejected out of the game.

Opening the game cabin, Roland rose and sat down before the computer. He turned it on and opened the forums.

The update was announced on the forums too. But the introduction was simple and only contained four sentences.

"The sense of reality will be further increased in the game."

"The Realm of Gods and the Realm of Devils will be opened to the public."

"The Void will be opened."

"Multiple hidden classes have been added. Please explore them on your own."

The players were all replying to the thread. The number of replies was increasing at an exponential speed.

"I didn't know we had no access to the Realm of Gods or the Realm of Devils yet!"

"Those hidden classes sound like fun!"

"The shorter an announcement is, the more important it will be. Does the rule apply here?"

"Why are they not replying to the matter of Roland? Are they really going to let a cunning bug dwarf the real flying spells?"

"Well, well, well. Someone is still jealous."

Roland refreshed the thread and found nothing worth a read. He left his home for the saber arts club on bike for breakfast.

Since F6 had been practicing here, many people who passed the saber arts club would stop and watch them for a while. After a few months, the saber arts club was growing famous in this small city.

Though the tuition fees were high, a few more students had paid to learn saber arts.

After having the delicious breakfast that Night Tide Sands made, Roland sat down on the cement floor to take a rest.

Soon, the rest of F6 came, along with three new students.

However, the three new students were still practicing the basics. They hadn't learned any moves yet.

When F6 were gathered, they all seemed quite upset.

No game to play for seven days… That's going to be rough.

All of them sighed.

Qi Shaoqiu, who was teaching the three new students, drew near and asked curiously, "What happened to you?"

Seeing that the three new students were still practicing, and knowing that Qi Shaoqiu had guessed that they had game cabins, Schuck said, "The server will be shut off for seven days for an update."

"Oh." There was sympathy on Qi Shaoqiu face when he said, "I've played multiplayer games too. It's really a bummer when the sever shuts down for half a day because of bugs. Seven days is going to be a long wait."

Roland proposed, "Why don't we take a trip somewhere? Speaking of which, it's been a long time since we hung out in other places together."

"Well…" Schuck thought for a moment and said, "Okay, but I need to talk to my wife first."

"Where exactly?"

Though Schuck's wife didn't want him to leave, she was always reassured when Schuck was out with his friends, so she usually wouldn't refuse him. Therefore, they simply discussed where they should be going.

At this point, Qi Shaoqiu suddenly said, "Why don't you come to the full-armor combat match with me?"

Huh? What's that?

F6 had never paid attention to combat matches. They had never heard about it before.

Of course, it was also because full-armor combat was not really popular.

"You can look for the information on your own."

Thanks to smartphones, everybody could look for knowledge anytime and anyplace.

About half an hour later, F6 all had a basic understanding about what the match was.

Watching the videos on his phone, Li Lin frowned and commented, "They're only attacking randomly. Their gait is unsteady and unskilled. I can defeat three of them on my own."

Qi Shaoqiu shook his head and said, "Don't underestimate them. Most of them are well-trained. They may seem unimpressive, but ordinary people are no match for them at all."

Roland turned back and looked at Qi Shaoqiu. "Did you participate in the match?"

"I took part in the team match in Berlin last year, but I lost."

Roland was rather surprised. "But you're so good. How did you lose?"

"My enemies weren't weak either. Also, due to a lack of experience, I was wearing full heavy armor and carrying a war hammer instead of my miaodao. I couldn't carry out my capabilities at all, and I was hit in the head after I defeated two opponents. I almost passed out and had to quit the match."

Qi Shaoqiu blushed as he talked.

"Then I don't think we can win," said Schuck casually.

"You're different. I can see that you have great teamwork." Qi Shaoqiu's eyes glittered. "We've participated in full-armor combat a few times, but our performance is never good, partly because our bodies are weaker and partly because we don't have professionals. You must have a lot of field experience, having played in the game for such a long time. So, I think you have a great chance at winning."

Roland thought for a moment and said, "But we only have seven days."

"That's enough. There will be a team match in Jingnan the day after tomorrow. It's held in our country to expand the market here," Qi Shaoqiu said excitedly. "The team match will only last three days. We can take the express back after it's over. The trip will only take five hours. You won't be delayed from rejoining your game."

F6 were all tempted.

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Chapter 292 Participating In Full-Armor Comba

Upon seeing the expressions of the F6 members, QI Shaoqiu immediately knew that he had to strike while the iron was hot.

Instead of trying to persuade them, he just picked up the phone and dialed a number.

Soon the call came through, and Qhi Shaoqiu said, "Old Li, help me sign up for the team battle right away, I'm pulling up a team myself."

The F6 members all looked over.

Qhi Shaoqiu paused for a moment, waiting for the other party to finish speaking, then continued, "Right, right. They're all temporary participants and don't have armor, so please ask the clubhouse to help lend out a few suits. Also, my iron-coated miaodao are still there, right? I remember there are seven of them.

"They're all there, then?" Qi Shaoqiu's expression grew happier and happier. "Good, I expect to be there tomorrow afternoon, please arrange a room for us to practice, and if possible, it would be best to ask a few brothers to practice a few games against my friends.

"Thank you."

Qi Shaoqiu hung up the phone delightedly. "All right, it's all ready, then it's off to the competition."

They were still just interested and considering it, but as a result, Qi Shaoqiu made such preparations and now they couldn't not participate.

Besides, their relationship with Qi Shaoqiu was actually quite good, so what did it matter where they went to have a wild time? It was fine to help out a friend.

And fighting real simulated battles would really help them get back some of the feeling of "playing" in the game.

"Let's go, then." Everyone nodded.

Qi Shaoqiu excitedly patted himself on the thigh. "Then tomorrow we'll meet at the entrance of the station, we'll contact each other by phone—everyone go to sleep early."

"No problem."

After spending two hours at the saber arts club, everyone went home to get ready.

Qi Shaoqiu returned home and also began to prepare his luggage. As he did so, there was a knock on his door. He opened it and found that it was his sister.

Night Tide Sands looked at him unhappily. "How could you let Roland do something so dangerous?"

"What's the danger? All covered in soft iron armor, even if he gets hurt, it's only a minor injury."

Night Tide Sands pursed her lips. "But it hurts just as much when you get hit and the impact passes through."

"What's wrong with a little pain?" Qi Shaoqiu said with a matter-of-fact look. "If he can't even stand a little bit of pain, I'd be worried about letting you marry him."

Night Tide Sands instantly blushed. "What about marrying or not marrying! Brother, you just can't utter anything decent out of that filthy mouth."

After saying that, Night Tide Sands turned and ran.

Qi Shaoqiu smiled smugly.

Men have always done things very simply. No makeup, no need to think about bringing a lot of stuff—two or three changes of clothes, toothpaste, toothbrush cup, and towels, and they were ready to go.

The six of them met at the entrance of the train station, and then took the express directly to Jingnan.

Qi Shaoqiu led them to the Tiger Leopard Red Star Martial Arts Club.

A chubby guy who looked fat at first glance but was all solid muscle on closer inspection received them.

Chi Shaoqiu took the initiative to hug the fatty, then introduced him to Roland and the others. "This is Lin Zhaotong, one of the founders of the clubhouse and a classmate of mine from college. He was the one who tricked me into full-armor combat."

Lin Zhaotong smiled a silly smile. "How can you say that I tricked you, it's a choice of the soul."

The F6 members were somewhat surprised. This fatty Lin Zhaotong talked a little like an eighth grader.

Qi Shaoqiu explained, "Those who play full-armor combat all behave like this. Think about it, how can you play full-armor combat if you're not this kind of person?"

Li Zhaotong smacked Qi Shaoqiu's shoulder in indignation. "You're no different."

"Cut the crap," Qi Shaoqiu said. "The day after tomorrow is the competition. First help us find the right armor, then give us some basic weapons."

"No problem."

While speaking, the fatty Lin Zhaotong also took the chance to size up Roland and the others from time to time.

He found that they looked quite average and didn't even look like they were people who played full-armor combat.

All of them were on the thin side except for one dumpy guy.

In full-armor combat, physique was very important.

It was because of a lofty physique that one had more muscles and was able to move and attack in the arena with armor that weighed dozens of pounds.

However, Lin Zhaotong trusted Qhi Shaoqiu—after all, Qhi Shaoqiu was also slim, but the latter's strength and stamina were much higher than expected.

Perhaps the same was true for these five people.

Lin Zhaotong led them into the clubhouse and then allocated a training area for them, which had already been prepared with different sizes of full-body armor.

Roland took a look at the armor and said, "It seems to be Ming Dynasty armor, but it's been altered. The helmet has a facemask here, and it's thickened in many places, so it's more like European full-body armor with a Ming Dynasty look rather than Ming Dynasty armor."

Qi Shaoqiu clapped his hands and shouted, "All of you choose your full-body armor! Next we will train and tell you the rules of full-armor combat."

The five chose their appropriate full-body armored suits and picked up the iron-coated wooden miaodao that Lin Zhaotong had already prepared for them.

After wielding the miaodao in his armor, Roland found that the armor wasn't too heavy, which probably had something to do with the fact that he had been exercising for the last few months.

What really gave Roland a headache was that wearing the helmet greatly limited his vision.

To protect the head, there was only one slit in the helmet that allowed one to look out, but it did limit the vision.

However, Raffel and Li Lin who both had Warrior backgrounds were quite used to it.

Raffel was a shield Warrior and wore heavy armor.

Li Lin was a barbarian Warrior, and although he didn't wear armor and ran around bare, after the Barbarian went berserk, his field of vision would be filled with red except for a very small area.

This was pretty much the same experience as wearing a closed helmet.

As for Schuck and Brazil, they both felt similar to Roland in that the helmets were getting in the way.

They were very new to walking around in their armor, and they also used their miaodaos to slash each other a few times. Although they didn't use much force, they found that the miaodaos were useless for slashing at full-body armor.

Although it was iron-coated, it wasn't sharpened. The destructive power of it… was indeed a bit low.

While Roland and the others were puzzled, Lin Zhaotong came in, followed by five "warriors" in full-body armor and equipped with swords and shields.

Lin Zhaotong smiled and said to Qi Shaoqiu, "I've also brought you people for the drills, so do you want a match next? There's only a day before the matches, your team must get into shape quickly."

"No problem," Qi Shaoqiu said with a smile, then looked at Roland and the others. "The five of you will try a match first, and I'll be outside watching how well you work together, as well as seeing what weaknesses you have."

The two sides lined up in the tournament hall. Both sides were fully hidden in their armor; not even their expressions could be seen.

Lin Zhaotong acted as a referee in the center of the field.

With the word "Ready," both sides took large strides forward.

Less than five seconds later, thuds sounded for a dozen seconds, and then all five of the sword and shield team were put to the ground.

Lin Zhaotong said with a strange expression on his face, "The left side wins."

Roland lifted his mask and shouted, "Qi Shaoqiu, this miaodao is no good. The opponent's armor is thick, and even after a few days of slashing, the opponent didn't respond. If we didn't all know grappling techniques…"

This was true—the miaoadao was not useful at all just now. Roland and the others found something wrong after slashing a few times, so they switched to wrestling to take down the enemy.

Instead of being cut down on the ground, the sword and shield five-man team was thrown, pushed, tripped, and forcibly pressed to the ground.

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Chapter 293 The More Tools, the Better

The shield-sword team of five were trainees from the clubhouse and had been training here for over a month.

They weren't very strong, but their basic fighting skills were still there.

However, they didn't expect that they would be put down in just ten seconds, and the other side didn't even break a sweat.

Roland said to Qi Shaoqiu, "It's no good, the miaodao can't break the defense."

As he said this, he waved his miaodao twice more, looking disappointed.

"Of course it can't break the defense." Qi Shaoqiu shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly, "The current rule is that you can't use hammer-type weapons, and then all sharp weapons can't be sharpened and can't be thrust. It'd be odd if you can break defenses. If weapons could be sharpened, then armored combat would be a bloodbath. With the material crafting and edging technology of today's weapons, it wouldn't be hard for someone with higher strength and skill to split a helmet with a single blow."

"Damn, then how are we supposed to fight—just take out the enemy with grappling techniques like I just did?"

"It's fine, we'll change to shields and swords when the time comes," Qi Shaoqiu explained. "Now it's just so you can get a feel for things."

"Shield and longsword?" Raffel took off his helmet as well. He said simply, "That would be my world."

As a shield Warrior, he was quite good at using shields and longswords.

And at this moment, Lin Zhaotong pulled Qi Shaoqiu to the side and asked in surprise, "Brother, where did you get these fierce men from?"

Lin ZHaoong had participated in two full-armor combat competitions, and usually practiced with his members from time to time, so it could be said that he was quite experienced in fighting.

But what he had just seen… The five people Qi Shaoqiu had dragged in had incredibly fast reflexes, and as soon as the battle began, they, with their miaodaos in hand, kept enough distance and used their weapon advantage to slash wildly at the other side. Although they didn't break the other side's defenses, they knocked the other side wide open. Even with their shields, the other side was confused and disoriented.

The five then almost charged up in unison, throwing away the weapons they had and slamming the opposing shield-sword team of five right down or pinning them to the ground.

From start to finish, it was no more than twenty seconds.

It could easily be described as a crushing victory.

Their combat abilities were simply not on the same level.

Qi Shaoqiu looked at Lin Zhaotong's surprised face and smiled proudly. "I taught them. How about it? Impressive, right?"

"They're indeed a bit impressive." Lin Zhaotong nodded vigorously. "So you ran back home for over a year just to cultivate some talented people, I admire that. In the future, you can take the seat of the president of the full-armor combat club."

Qi Shaoqiu felt a bit guilty. "Ah, we'll talk about this later, let's talk about it later."

At this moment, trying out the feeling of moving in armor on the training field, Li Lin moved his body and said to Schuck, who was not far away, "Want to spar in full armor mode?"

"Sure," Schuck replied.

Roland and the others had already gotten used to the fact that Li Lin enjoyed competing with Schuck, and often pestered Schuck to spar when he practiced at the saber arts club. Of course, he lost more than he won, but he never got discouraged.

As soon as the people from the clubhouse saw that there was a solo battle, they immediately became interested as well, and the shield-sword team of five immediately stepped to the side and also took off their helmets to watch the show.

Lin Zhaotong, who was chatting with Qi Shaoqiu, also looked over.

In the center of the field, two men in full-body armor stepped sideways squarely at the same time, their bodies lowered slightly, and both of them lightly mounted their miaodaos on their shoulders.

It looked rather like a Japanese samurai duel.

In reality… miaodao arts were certainly of the same origin as the Japanese swordsmanship, and most importantly, the miaodao was created to counter Japanese swordsmanship.

The two of them were silent for a moment, and then Li Lin moved first, launching a forward-step vertical slash.

Schuck immediately stepped back and slashed diagonally.

But Li Lin's action was a feint, and he withdrew his sword midway, took half a step back, and waited for the instant Schuk's sword slashed down. Then, he took a step forward again, and at the same time, with the right leg in front as the center, he turned to the right in a circle. The miaodao in his hand also simultaneously used the momentum of the turn and horizontally slashed forcefully to the right.

This was the most powerful of all the miaodao stances, and its range of attack was also the largest.

Under normal circumstances, as Li Lin was turning, Schuck could've avoided Li Lin's move in time by taking two steps back.

But the problem was that now Schuck was wearing full-body armor and it was extremely difficult for him to move, and he only stepped back when Li Lin's miaodao was about to hit him.

In a hasty decision, he could only hold the blade down vertically, while jamming it on the floor, blocking his right side.

The miaodao that had rotational force added to it struck Schuck's blade heavily, and after a clang, the miaodao in Schuck's hand was knocked away.

He took the opportunity to take a step back, his voice coming through his helmet: "I lost."

The miaodao flew several meters away, hitting the wall and rebounding to the floor with a clanging sound.

Li Lin took off his helmet, not at all happy about winning the fight. He frowned and said, "Schuck, why was your reaction so slow?"

"I can't help it, the full-body armor is too heavy. I'm not used to it."

Schuck also wore heavy armor in the game, but because of the Body of Light, he couldn't feel the weight of the armor at all.

Although Li Lin's profession was Barbarian, he could unleash one hundred and twenty percent of his combat power without wearing armor.

But occasionally, he still had to wear armor when it was needed.

For example, when the opponent had a bow and arrow formation, not wearing armor would be courting death—it would be strange not to be shot into a hornet's nest.

This was why he was also used to wearing armor.

The members of F6 surrounded them, and Brazil nodded and said, "Reaction speed does feel a lot slower when wearing armor."

Raffel said with a smile, "It's okay, I'm used to it. Who wants to practice with me later?"

They hissed, expressing their displeasure at Raffel's shameless act.

Only someone who was ill would go head to head with a shield Warrior in reality while wearing heavy armor.

On the other side, both Lin Zhaotong and the shield-sword team of five were somewhat stunned.

Although Li Lin and Schuck's fight lasted less than ten seconds, the skill and power that was displayed in it made them feel ashamed.

In contrast, they felt like they were just dancing around with their shields and unsharpened long swords… kind of like when they were in elementary school and got excited after watching a martial arts movie, picking up a stick and making swishing noises, while running around and swinging it.

Li Zhaotong was stunned for a while, then pressed his hands against Qi Shaoqiu's shoulders and said quite seriously, "You guys must take the field… It'd be best to participate in both individual and team battles."

"Forget it, they have things to do, they can only take part in the team battles—they won't be here for long."

Lin Zhaotong said rather frustratedly, "How can this be… What's more important than gaining honor?"

"Many things." Qi Shaoqi slapped away the hands pressed on his shoulders unhesitatingly. "Anyway, it's decided, so you can help out more."

"Okay." Lin Zhaotong's eyes shone briefly. "I'll pull two more teams of new trainees to give them more practice. How about playing a few more matches and then letting them rest for a day?"

Qi Shaoqiu laughed. "That's how it should be."

The shield-sword team of five felt a bit of a chill creep down their spines.

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Chapter 294 Main Team Loses at the Star

Two days later, the skies were clear and the full-armor combat competition was held as scheduled.The clubhouse dispatched a car and delivered Roland and the others to the venue, and also lent them rather nice full-body armor suits to use.

For free.

They already came up with the name of their team.

Northern Barbarian Fish, or NBF.

The arena was placed in a soccer stadium in the south of Jingnan and then separated by a dozen or so tournament sections.

Since they were taking up the slots of the teams belonging to the clubhouse, they were considered official participants, but they were also the secondary team on the slots.

And according to the contract, they had to give half of their winnings to the club if they won.

None of this mattered.

The F6 members all made a lot of money in the game, and even if they won the championship in five-player team battles, the prize money was only a mere 50,000 RMB. With half of it paid to the clubhouse, divided amongst six or seven people, less than 5,000 remained for each person, so they didn't even care for it.

Entering the interior of the stadium from the players' tunnel, the ones who walked in front were naturally the main team's players, while Roland and the others followed behind.

As for the armor and weapons, there were naturally students from the clubhouse who volunteered to help transport them.

This kind of thing was normally not required for the players to do. After all, they had to keep their stamina up before the match.

Today's team match was 5v5, each team having several substitutes.

This was why one of the F6 members had to be a substitute like Qi Shaoqiu.

Roland originally wanted to be a substitute—after all, he was a Mage in the game, and he definitely didn't have as much melee experience as the others. However, Husseret said, "Not to mention melee experience, I don't even have much frontal combat experience. You should go on. Besides, you've been practicing miaodao for half a year, you're much better than me."

Husseret was a Rogue in the game, good at ambushing people from behind, and it was true that he hadn't fought many frontal battles.

Originally, Qi Shaoqiu also wanted to go on the field, but during a few drills yesterday, he found that his addition to F6 not only did not improve the overall combat power but also became a drag.

The F6 members were all childhood friends, familiar with each other and well-coordinated. After he came on, he destroyed that coordination.

This was why he was willing to be a substitute.

After all, Qi Shaoqiu wasn't the kind of person who had to play in a match. He just didn't want to see his countrymen keep getting beaten in such games without taking any enemies down in a lost battle.

He wanted to contribute.

Forming a team that could win and sending them to the arena was also doing his part, so it made no difference.

There were quite a few people at this full-armor combat tournament.

Although this event was very niche, a month ago, the domestic event hosts still did a lot of publicity work. Plus, Jinan was a large city with millions of people, so no matter how non-mainstream the tournament was, as long as the promotion was in place, it could still pull in a sizable audience.

Most importantly, admission tickets were free.

Roland and the others were in the players' room and saw that there was already a vast crowd outside.

Looking around the large football field, Roland calculated what spells he would have to use and how much magic he would have to expend to get rid of the thousands of people in one go.

The others also looked at the sea of people in a less than friendly manner, all subconsciously considering how they should react if they encountered so many enemies.

The only one who seemed milder was Husseret, who was probably thinking about whether he could find any secret doors here, obtain any treasures, and so on. This was why he had no murderous aura.

In short, being fresh out of the game, a lot of their instincts hadn't been fully restrained.

A few people from the main team accidentally saw the look in Roland's eyes and froze, then subconsciously gulped.

They felt that something didn't seem right with the second team.

The routine leader's speech was short, less than five minutes, and then began the routine lottery to select numbers.

After that, the game started straight away; it wasn't anything too tedious.

Roland and the others were assigned number twenty-seven, the second group to take the field.

The main team drew the number nine, and they were in the first group of matches.

After the draw, all the contestants donned their armor.

Roland and the others followed the main team to the fourth arena.

Soon, the opponents of the main team also came, and when they saw the national emblem on their opponents' shields, they sighed inwardly due to their bad luck.

Their opponents were Russians, and it was their country that first organized and popularized full-armor combat. They were a traditionally strong team that often took first place.

Although the main team felt unlucky, they were not discouraged, and after encouraging each other and shouting aloud, they got past the fence and walked to the contestant preparation area and stayed there.

At this moment, Roland and the others saw a pretty good-looking girl not far away from them. She held a smartphone pointed at herself, and said in a rather pleasant voice, "Look, everyone, I'm now at the Chinese team's section, the players are all ready, and their opponent is… There's no mistaking that this flag should be Russia's."

As she spoke, she angled her phone's camera to capture the players of the main team inside the arena, as well as the Russian players.

Because of the full-body armor, there was only a slit in the helmet, so naturally, the players' faces and expressions couldn't be seen.

"Physically, we Chinese players seem to be a little shorter, so that's a bit of a disadvantage, I guess."

The girl spoke in an uncertain tone.

"Seems like a popular streamer," Roland said softly.

"I'll go ask what the platform is called, and what her name is," Schuck said.

Then he walked over.

Although Schuck's appearance was completely covered by his helmet, his voice was quite attractive and pleasant, and he managed to get the girl's attention as soon as he struck up a conversation.

Half a minute later, Schuck walked back and said, "A streamer from Mouya, the stream room number is 2255441.

Roland shrugged. "The problem is we can't look at our phones right now."

They were wearing full-body armor and also had iron handguards on them, so there was no way they could mess with touchscreen phones.

At this moment, Qi Shaoqiu said, "I have it installed, I'll open it to show you."

Because they were substitutes, neither Qi Shaoqiu nor Husseret were wearing full-body armor.

Soon, the Mouya app opened, and the sweet voice of the female streamer came out. IT seemed to sound a little better than her live voice. "The referee is coming over, and it looks like it's about to start, do you guys think the Chinese main team has a good chance of winning?"

The female streamer had quite a few followers, almost a million followers, and when she spoke, densely packed bullet-screen comments flew across the screen.

"I think it's unlikely. In cold weapons combat, the physique is a very important factor."

"In full-armor combat, the Russians have always been very strong. Our national team has too few participants and lacks experience, such bad luck to encounter the popular boss team right at the start."

"I guess it'll be a single-match trip, how embarrassing that this tournament is still being held in our country."

"To be able to cut down two of the opposite side would be considered an exceeding performance."

In short, the netizens were generally not optimistic.

Soon, the match started.

As predicted by the netizens, the first team was no match for the Russians, and they lost two in a row out of three matches.

But the main team did their best, and even when their shields and weapons were knocked off, they attempted to grapple their opponents and try to make them fall… but the other team was strong and fit, and instead, they were hit by shields, slashed by swords a dozen times, knocked on the helmet, and shocked to the point of extreme pain. When they couldn't take it anymore, they fell to the ground, barely conscious.

Most of the nation watched the national team's match, and when the main team was beaten, it looked so bad that many girls screamed and even begged, "Stop fighting, just admit defeat, there's no shame."

There were many comments of that sort.

The livestream had a similar atmosphere.

The first team did try their best.

The female streamer sighed. "The main team lost, but we still have the second team, so maybe a miracle will happen."

With that, the female streamer pointed her phone at Roland and the others.

Roland and the others were watching the livestream with relish. When suddenly a few of them appeared in the livestream, their expressions became strange.

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Chapter 295 Roland"s Saber Arts are Strong Too

Roland and the others were also in full-body armor, even wearing helmets.

After all, full-body armor was not very convenient to wear, and to be able to participate in the competition in a moment, they usually put it on and didn't take it off until the competition was over.

Meanwhile, the netizens in the livestream howled when they saw how Roland and the others looked after putting on the armor.

"The second team is essentially the replacement team. Take a look at the difference in physique between the first and second team—there's even less hope."

"And do you see what weapons they're using, two with a sword and shield, and three with long tachi? Is this a national team or a Japanese team."

"Is this a team in Monster Hunter Online going to hunt Lunastra?"

"Wake up, Monster Hunter Online is long gone."

"A bunch of ignorant ones, that's a miaodao. A pure domestic weapon."

"Don't mention the miaodao, even the Green Dragon Crescent Blade is not good enough to use in a full-armor combat competition. When the national team first competed in the full-armor combat, didn't they use the Green Dragon Crescent Blade and get their brains beaten out?"

"There's no chance anyway, the second team is obviously just a stopgap. But that's normal, full-armor combat is too non-mainstream. Many of our countrymen don't want to participate—there are too few talents. Can't you guys see that there's not even enough people to make up the third team?"

The female streamer also noticed the gloomy atmosphere in the livestream, she laughed dryly and said, "Don't be so pessimistic, there might be a miracle! One has to look on the bright side, right?"

In reality, even the female streamer herself didn't think highly of Roland and the others.

It was just that she was officially paid to promote full-armor combat; otherwise, she, a female streamer with nearly a million followers, would only have come to such a stinky acid-smelling place to livestream if she had gotten sick in the head… Wouldn't it be much better to stay in a cute house, sell her adorableness, and sing songs just to gain countless accolades?

But it couldn't be helped; the officials offered a price that she could not refuse.

After the female streamer finished speaking, there was another wave of bullet-screen comments; there were those who were discouraged, those who were jesting, and those who thought there might be a miracle—of course, just a very small number.

The main team left the tournament area dejectedly. Lin Zhaotong immediately greeted them and said, "It doesn't matter if you lost, you guys met a strong team after all. It's good that you performed this well."

A certain player on the main team looked at Roland and the others and said helplessly, "This time it's another single-match trip. I wasn't seeking first place, but at least getting third place—at least there was hope, but unfortunately, we ran into the Russian team right off the bat."

The other players of the main team sighed deeply.

The other matches were soon over.

There was quite a big difference in strength in full-armor combat competitions, and generally, the stronger ones like the Russian and German teams were big and powerful.

The small team battles didn't take much time.

Soon the second round of matches would start, so Roland and the others moved quickly to the seventh arena.

The female streamer held her phone and followed them.

Under the guidance of the staff, Roland and the others entered the arena from the right side. Their opponents also entered the arena.

Three opponents had swords and shields, and two had long two-handed axes.

Judging from the flag carved on their chests, they were from some small South Asian country.

The people in that region weren't very tall and were similar to the people from southern China, so on the surface, both sides seemed to be evenly matched.

The female streamer pointed her camera at the arena, sweeping it left and right two times slowly, and then said into the Bluetooth mic, "Although the second team doesn't look as strong as the first, they seem to have good luck—the other team doesn't look very strong. There's a chance of winning."

There was a similar atmosphere in the livestream.

"Not bad, this small South Asian country is very average, even the second team can beat them, I think."

"At least it won't be as ugly as getting a shaved head."

"This world is always balanced, the strong meets the stronger, the average versus the average."

"If they're lucky, they might even be able to get into the top five. The strength of the full-armor combat teams is average except for three or four strong teams. In reality, our main team is quite strong, just unlucky to have bumped into the Russians."

At this moment, Qi Shaoqiu was also looking at the livestream and the bullet-screen comments on there. Qi Shaoqiu smiled affectedly, like some basketball superstar[1] from an emoji bundle.

Lin Zhaotong, who was standing at the side, was stunned to see such an odd smile from Qi Shaoqiu. He leaned over and looked at the bullet-screen comments on the phone, also immediately revealing an affected Kazuo Hirai[2] smile.

The referee arrived on the scene, and after first confirming the number of people on both sides, and whether the weapons used were within limits, he signaled for the two sides to begin.

The five players from the small country of South Asia were lined up in a row, all of them with their hands open, bellowing as they walked forward.

On the other hand, Roland's side didn't say anything and just held their weapons and slowly stepped forward.

There were immediately more bullet-screen comments in the livestream.

"Look at that, the other side's imposing manner, and then look at our side, one can immediately tell who is the better. I think there's not much of a chance this time."

"That's right, it doesn't matter if you're not strong, you should at least have an imposing manner. Cold warfare is all about being formidable."

"Sigh, it's the second team, after all, be lenient."

At the scene, the other party was still about three meters away from Roland and the others, and they continued to roar because based on experience, the opponents could not attack at this distance.

But Roland, Brazil, and Schuck moved at the same time.

The three of them took two steps at the same time and then used the stepping frontal slash at the same time, so uniformly as if they had rehearsed it.

The length of the miaodao was about one and a half meters, and with the length of the arms, it was a full two meters of reach.

Stepping and leaning forward, one could get almost another meter of distance, so three meters was almost the limit attack range for the miaodao.

The blade struck downward, directly at the other's head.

The players from the small South Asian country were still roaring to bolster their imposing manner.

As a result, none of them had enough reaction speed to avoid this slash, and although they had shielded upward in a protective action, they were still too late.

The end of the miaodao struck directly on the opponent's helmet, leaving a short dent after a clang.

If it was an edged weapon, it could really split this helmet in half.

But without an edged blade, it just couldn't break the defense.

But even so, the other side still didn't feel good.

To an outsider, it sounded like a crisp clang, but to the attacked, it was a loud thud.

Somewhat dizzy from the shock, the player who was attacked by Roland made a move with his shield to protect his head as he retreated.

Roland switched feet again to step forward, but this time it was no longer a vertical chop, but a diagonal upward slash.

This player had to raise his left arm to protect his head, which exposed his armpit.

The upward slash directly hit him on the armpit, also making a clanging sound.

The full-body armor also shielded this area, but the defense would be lower.

If there was no protection, Roland's miaodao could still injure his opponent's shoulder joint even without an edged blade.

The small South Asian player felt numb under his armpit at this moment, and his left hand went a little soft, so he was even more frightened into stepping back.

Roland took one more step forward, quickly retracted the miaodao onto his shoulder, then turned around sharply and used the most powerful turning horizontal slash amongst the miaodao stances.

In the process of turning around, Roland suddenly noticed that the surroundings seemed to slow down for a moment, and he seemed to have cut through something.

Like white lightning, the miaodao then slashed at the opponent's helmet—the position of the temple.

The saber sliced through the air with a whistling sound that was quick and sharp.

The end of the miaodao blade swept through the opponent's helmet, and the small South Asian contestant's entire body was knocked down to Roland's right.

On the side, Qi Shaoqiu stood up abruptly, a look of disbelief in his eyes.

[1] Yao Ming Face

[2] Sony's former CEO, who is also famous for his smile

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Chapter 296 The Second Team is Very Strong

In the rules of full-armor combat, falling to the ground was considered defeat.

Roland didn't pursue any further, but just looked at his miaodao a little strangely. He really felt as if he had just cut through something

But looking around, he didn't accidentally hurt a teammate.

The astonished expression in Qi Shaoqiu's eyes also gradually returned to normal. He whispered, "Must've seen wrong. In this era, it's impossible to see this kind of person who wields the weapon with the mind. Besides, he's only been practicing saber arts for a short amount of time."

He sat back down on the small red plastic square stool he'd temporarily acquired.

Roland looked left and right again and saw that his close friends had all but put their opponents down.

The last person to take out the enemy player was the shield Warrior Raffel.

Qi Shaoqiu looked down again and started watching the livestream.

At this time the female streamer's voice finally came out from the livestream. "This… this… this is too fast, is that South Asian country so weak? This took less than half a minute, and we won?"

As the female streamer spoke, the chat room that had been silent for nearly half a minute finally came alive as well.

"Oh sh, what did I see? These guys are so

fierce."

"Although the full-body armor will be more flexible than one would think, these people are so fast when they wear it, I don't even move as fast as they do without it."

"Three tachi struck down three people with a few hits, then two shield warriors directly used left shield strike with right sword slap, smacking the opponent's head for ten seconds in a row. Their actions were fast and steady. Even if they had helmets to protect them, they would've been disoriented."

"Hell it's not a tachi, it's a miaodao."

"Damn, the national team is so underhanded, so the second team is the trump card?"

"Sadly I'm uneducated, I'll say oh sh* to everything."

Not only the livestream but also the surrounding crowd was impassioned.

SU

This was the fastest winning team they had ever seen, so fast it was like they had played a fake match.

Surprised, they also began to discuss it spiritedly.

The referee, a foreigner, came over looking oddly at the fallen players from the South Asian country, then at Roland and the others, and declared Roland and the others the winner, though his expression still looked confused.

But just at this moment, there was a scream from the crowd.

It turned out that the man who had been knocked down by Roland stood up, he took off his helmet, and there was blood flowing down from his right temple.

There had been an accident….

A group of people immediately rushed over, but this player waved his hand and showed his right forehead, then wiped it down, a very shallow wound showing, then slowly oozing blood.

Roland had also been shocked before, but he finally put his mind at ease when he saw the situation.

Injuries in full-armor combat were very common-scrapes, bruises, and such were perfectly normal.

The man looked seriously injured, but it was just a flesh wound, which could be treated with some iodine.

The referee picked up the man's helmet and found a pretty neat gash on the side, the kind that looked like it had been cut by a sharp object.

The referee then walked up to Roland and told him to surrender his weapon.

Roland handed over the miaodao, and the judge carefully examined it, then ran his hand over the edge of the blade and found that it was unsharpened, before returning the weapon to Roland.

The referee checked the helmet again and found that the injured player had been cut by the sharp metal stubble on the broken edge of the helmet-it seemed that the helmet's quality was too poor.

After the matter was investigated, the second team's score was naturally valid.

Next, Roland and the others would watch the other countries' matches.

Since each country could field a maximum of four teams, the first round of elimination matches were barely finished in one day.

Tomorrow, the small team battles included only twenty-one countries and thirty-seven teams.

An odd number… There would definitely be one team that would not be matched.

Roland and the others left the arena and returned to the clubhouse to take off their armor.

A player from the main team came up to them and asked, "Brother, where do you train?"

He could clearly tell that they were trained.

Previously, the first team was all doing their special training. They were proud and didn't think too highly of the new trainees in the clubhouse, and they had heard of Roland's temporary team, but since they were seriously preparing for the battles, they didn't inquire much about the new team.

They didn't expect that the second team was much stronger than them.

"We're all learning miaodao." Roland smiled, pointing at Qi Shaoqiu next to him. "If you want to train, you can ask him."

The people in the first team naturally recognized Qi Shaoqiu. Qi Shaoqiu used to be in the first team as well, but at that time Qi Shaoqiu was also a temporary member of the team and left the team after losing to go back to his hometown and open the saber arts club, so they weren't really familiar with each other.

The person who spoke was the captain of the first team. He walked up to Qi Shaoqiu and said with a strange look, "Were these people really taught by you?" Qi Shaoqiu said indifferently, "Of course." "Was everything you said before true?"

Qi Shaoqiu chuckled, not speaking.

"Train us, too."

"Thirty thousand per person," Qi Shaoqiu said indifferently.

The captain of the first team swept his eyes over Roland and the others. "They all paid?"

"They all paid."

"Then we'll pay too." The captain nodded. "So where's the study site?"

"How about right here. I'll take two days out of my week to come over and teach you guys. It's convenient now there are high-speed trains anyway, and it's not expensive."

This captain nodded to show that he understood. "Well, I will collect the money and give it to you tomorrow."

After he finished speaking, he left. Those who could do full-armor fighting were at least people with a bit of spare cash.

Qi Shaoqiu, on the other hand, had a look on his face as if he'd made a lot of money.

Li Lin walked to Qi Shaoqiu's side and said with a smile, "Looks like we've gotten you some business, won't you buy us a meal?"

"Not now, you're still in the competition. It's not good to mess up your tummies with food. When the competition is over, I'll buy you guys a big meal."

The crowd then laughed and joked for a while, and then stayed in the dormitory provided by the clubhouse, which had a nice living environment.

When Roland and the others appeared at the arena the next day in full armor, the female streamer who had been waiting there since early in the morning took the initiative to come up and asked, "Hello, I'm the official promoter of full-armor combat, and now I have some questions I'd like to ask you, if it's okay…"

"Wait until the match is over." Qi Shaoqiu blocked in front of the female streamer…

The female streamer was quite disappointed and moved aside.

The members of F6 waited for half an hour before it was their turn to compete.

Since they were the only remaining national team, many people gathered around their side of the field.

This time they were up against some oil country in the Middle East. They also seemed to be competing for the first time, using dual-wielding machetes.

In the end, Roland and the others easily knocked them down.

Dual-wielding was not a combat technique that could be used by the average person. It was not as simple and straightforward as a sword and shield, nor did it have the distance advantage of a long two-handed weapon.

This time Roland was the last one to put the enemy down, because he was slightly worried about using too much power and killing someone.

The guy who got hurt yesterday was a forewarning.

But even then, it didn't last more than forty seconds for the win.

The buzzing bullet-screen comments went across the female streamer's livestream.

"I can see that the second team is really fierce."

"Damn, maybe they'll win the title." "Winning the championship is unlikely, the Russians are too powerful. Over half of the gold medals have been won by them over the years. The second team isn't very big physically, but although they are fast, in cold weapon combat, weight and size is the biggest advantage."

"It would also be satisfying to get third."

"That's right, I think it would be awesome to get third."

"I watched the Russians' games too, am I the only one who thinks that the Russians don't seem to be better than the second team?"

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Chapter 297 Entering Top Eigh

Another morning, and the top sixteen of the small team battles were finally determined.And Russia accounted for three teams… thus showing how strong they were overall.

The F6 members were being stopped by the female streamer at this moment.

"You promised me earlier that you'd accept my interview."

However, Roland shook his head at Qi Shaoqiu; they didn't want to do any interviews.

Qi Shaoqiu immediately understood. He stopped in front of the female streamer again, smiled, and said, "Sorry, the contestants are already tired, they need to rest."

This was a very legitimate reason, and the female streamer had no choice but to get out of the way again.

But the viewers in the livestream were not quite satisfied.

"Hehe, took less than a minute to end the battle, tired my ass."

"9494[1, I just love the way they're showing off."

"It's cool to show off now, but if they lose in the finals, you guys will still hurl lots of insults at them!"

"Praises to victors, curses to losers, isn't that quite normal?"

Ignoring the discussion in the livestream for the moment, Roland and the others returned to the players' area, took off their helmets, and began to sit and eat the lunch provided by the venue. The semifinals would start at 2:30 PM, so they had about two hours to rest.

Lin Zhaotong came over and asked Qi Shaoqiu, "What if you guys really win the title, you still won't give interviews?"

Qi Shaoqiu looked at Roland and the others.

Roland shook his head. "Forget it. We're just here for fun."

Hearing this, Lin Zhaotong felt a chill in his heart. The group of people from the club trained for a few hours every day and worked very hard, just to stand in the arena for a little while longer, and it was their dream to win the championship and be interviewed.

But this was a dream that they didn't want.

Lin Zhaotong was a little depressed.

He had been working at the club for several years now, and when the country's first full-armor combat competition had taken place, he had been on the field and had been defeated by the French with his Green Dragon Crescent Blade, but of course, it had to do with the fact that they were competing for the first time and didn't have any experience.

He then began to move into logistics, and together with other like-minded companions, he nurtured a small organization of only five people to its current size and became the Chinese host of the full-armor combat competition. In recent years, the national team had been slowly improving, but they never had the opportunity to aim for the title.

Moving behind the scenes, Lin Zhaotong treated the championship title a little differently than before.

The contestants aimed for the title for glory.

The main reason why Lin Zhaotong wanted the club's team to win the championship was to promote full-armor combat and let more people know about the sport.

If the championship team was interviewed, the topic would be very popular—especially in the second team, that Schuck guy was so damn handsome, those teen idols seemed just like ordinary people compared to him. If he could appear in the video, he could definitely draw in a great amount of traffic.

But the other side didn't even want to be interviewed.

This was such a waste of talent.

Lin Zhaotong still wanted to say something more, but Qi Shaoqiu shook his head.

Qi Shaoqiu was a very responsible person. He felt that since he brought Roland and the others here, and they were willing to help him fight a full-armor combat competition, then some of the troublesome things that they were unwilling to do, he had to find a way to handle himself.

Lin Zhaotong sighed helplessly.

After that, he left.

Roland and the others closed their eyes during the break for nearly two hours before coming back to the arena.

The elimination match wasn't a one-battle match, but instead, it was a best of three.

Perhaps it was because their luck ran out, but after the draw, Roland and the others' opponent for the first match of the finals was Russia's second team.

The female streamer said with an incredulous look, "This is too unlucky. They've made it to the finals with great difficulty only to encounter Russia's second team. Are they fated to be sixteenth?"

In the livestream, a wave of bullet-screen comments popped up.

"With great difficulty? It's quite difficult when each match doesn't last more than a minute."

"When you put it that way, it does seem that none of the Russian teams were able to end the battle so quickly."

"That's why I think the second team is actually very strong."

"That's because the second team met all the rookie teams, okay."

"Let's all stop arguing, whether they really are strong or not will be clear soon.'"

At this time, players from both sides took to the field.

The Russian players were tall and sturdy, every one of them one meter eighty or one meter ninety, making Roland's side seem even more delicate.

Especially Raffel, who was only a little over one meter sixty… making him almost seem like a dwarf in contrast.

The spectators around the room sighed in unison at the difference.

The vast majority of people thought it was a lost cause.

But the results were unexpected.

The battle was still over in under a minute.

Previously Roland and the others were all fighting individually, one versus one, but this time they started working together straight away.

Three miaodaos struck almost simultaneously at the Russian players on the front of the line.

This team of Russian players was very cautious; they were prepared to defend themselves from three meters away.

However, it was still useless.

Roland acted the fastest because Lin Zhaotong had told them before the match that they would have to do their best when they met the Russian teams.

So he did his best.

The miaodao in his hand seemed to cut through something again, and then it hit the opponent's small shield with a strange whistling sound.

The Russian player blocked it. It was a strong team, after all, so this reaction speed was to be expected.

But after the clang, he felt as if his shield had been struck by a giant, toothed club, and the strange force shocked his left hand and turned it numb. He almost couldn't hold onto the shield, which was thrown backward all of a sudden.

Then the other two miaodaos cut on his helmet.

Duang-duang. The Russian player was dizzy from the shock and blanked out.

Li Lin then quickly rushed up and the two of them slammed into this Russian player with their shields, toppling him over.

The whole process actually lasted only five seconds.

Li Lin, Brazil, and Raffel then immediately surrounded two people, while Roland and Schuck held the other two back.

They split up the battlefield.

Instead of rushing to knock down their enemies, Roland and Schuck used the range of the miadao to hold them back, slowly retreating as they fought and kicked the opposing players back a few steps out of the blue.

After holding them back for about ten seconds, Li Lin and the other two had put down the two Russian players they had surrounded, and then immediately surrounded the last two enemy players.

After a lot of smacking and banging, the two remaining Russians also fell to the ground and admitted defeat.

The whole process was so quick that the onlookers' perception was that the second team did some dodging, each of them striking a few times, and then the other team went down.

When the referee announced that the second team had won, the crowd, who was still a bit unresponsive, cheered deafeningly.

There was also a flurry of adulations in the livestream.

The female streamer froze and said, "So impressive."

The sight of someone with a much smaller body knocking down enemies cleanly and with great speed gave people a strong contrast impact.

The streamer was a woman, after all. She took a deep breath and said, "Our second team took advantage of their speed advantage and took the opponent by surprise, but this is a best of three. The opponent should carry out defensive measures in the next match, so the second team should not be complacent. They must play steadily."

The second match soon started.

This time, it was a 2-3 formation, no longer the previous spearhead formation.

But it was still useless.

Three miaodao knocked one into a daze, two shield warriors rammed into and knocked the opponent down, and then the battlefield was split again.

There was no way for the other side to defend themselves.

The second match even took a few seconds less than the first.

Roland and the others of the second team directly advanced to the top eight.

[1] Means exactly, or agreed

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Chapter 298 The Game Server"s Open

Roland and others continued to rest and recover their energy while waiting for a new match.Behind them, the captain of the main team was talking to Lin Zhaotong.

"How do you think this second team is practicing? They strike fast and hard and seemingly with a lot of power."

Lin Zhaotong shook his head. "Indeed, they strike fast and ruthlessly, but their power isn't really great. It's just that they know more techniques on how to exert force."

"Techniques to exert force… this kind of stuff really works?" the captain said helplessly. "The most important thing about strength is to train the muscles, build up mass, and you'll have it naturally."

Lin Zhaotong grunted, and after a moment's silence, he said, "I actually don't find power and attack speed difficult. I think you guys should be able to do it too; what I find most outrageous is their coordination and control of the battlefield."

The captain of the main team was a little puzzled.

Lin Zhaotong continued, "I've been observing every game and even recorded videos, watching and studying it over and over again. Their performance at first glance looks like it's just fast, but I think they have very keen battle instincts. When to attack and when to cooperate, they distinguish this very clearly and are quite well coordinated."

"The difference is in experience?" The captain of the first team frowned. "It doesn't make sense that they would have more combat experience than we do. At least we've been in three tournaments, this is their first time in combat."

"It could be actual combat experience elsewhere. For example, their internal sparring." Li Zhaotong shrugged. "They're Qi Shaoqiu's students after all."

"That makes sense." The captain of the first team looked at Qi Shaoqiu, his gaze burning.

Soon the eight-team tournament began, and this time Roland and the others encountered the Korean team.

The Korean team was worse than Russia's second team, such that they didn't even need to cooperate. They simply just went up and hacked away.

Roland and the others thought this was quite normal. The Korean team was about the same size as they were and far weaker than Russia's second team.

The livestream audience was excited, clamoring for them to avenge the national soccer team.

In the final four matches, they encountered Russian's third team.

By this time the Russians had noticed the dark horse that was the second team and had prepared specifically to take them on.

However, it was still useless. It only took an extra ten seconds to knock them down.

Then it was the championship.

Almost all eyes were focused on the center of the stadium.

The female streamer held up her phone with a portable charger attached to it as she nervously said, "Finally, it's time for the championship match. I hope the second team wins."

There were also a bunch of bullet-screen comments in the livestream praying for a win for the national team, but of course, there were always people who liked to dampen others' enthusiasm.

Almost all of the country's team captains turned on the video recording on their phones.

They felt that if this dark horse of a national team could beat the Russian team, there must be something they could learn from their formations, battle tactics, and so on.

The Russian team lined up in a compact 3-2 formation this time.

It did act as some protection against surprise attacks, but it was still useless.

The main Russian team was indeed a little better than their second team, but only by a little; they were not substantially different.

Roland and the others had already been through a lot of battles, big and small, in the game; all of them were life or death battles.

Roland's combat experience was arguably the least outstanding amongst them, but it had to be better than the opposite side.

At this moment, Li Lin and Raffel, the melee professionals, truly showed what cold weapon combat was all about.

Although their opponents were much larger, the two used the center of gravity and shield fighting skills they had learned in the game to break through the opposite side's defensive formation and knock down two men.

After that, it was easy. With miaodaos, three of them kept their distance and pincer-attacked with the other two, cutting down the remaining three Russians.

One of the Russians was tough, hugging the fence and refusing to fall, an almost shameless act. Raffel had no thought of being polite, hitting hard with a shield strike and a longsword slap across the opponent's helmet.

After a rapid succession of blows, the Russian was actually knocked unconscious.

After obtaining the victory, Roland and the others were treated almost as heroes, but they were not excited and left the arena without even taking off their helmets.

Since single-player battles were coming up, the award ceremony would have to wait until four days later, which was just what Roland and the others wanted, as they refused to be interviewed by the female streamer and went straight back to the contestant area, taking off their armor and slipping away.

They then traveled around Jingnan for a day and a half before taking the high-speed train home. As for the trophy and prize money, Qi Shaoqiu would claim it in their stead.

Roland threw his backpack on the floor and couldn't wait to turn on his computer, as the server update ended in the evening and the server reopened.

He wanted to see if there was any important news or content on the forum, but all he could find was idiotic netizens spamming posts like "Time is so hard to pass" and "I'm dying without a game to play" and other posts without substance.

It was hard to wait until ten in the evening. Roland, already washed up, got into the virtual cabin.

He soon fell asleep, and when he woke up, he found himself standing in the middle of the manor's study.

Roland took a deep breath, the magic in the air pouring into this body like water.

He was stunned for a moment. Before he left, he was obviously full of MP… so how come now, his MP was almost completely gone?

He breathed out and sat back in his chair.

Then he looked around and a feeling of comfort came over him.

Although he had loved ones in the real world, he had to admit that it was this world that made him feel more comfortable.

The ubiquitous magic could fill his mental void.

After sitting in his chair for a while, Roland realized that his MP was a fifth of the way up and no longer affected his movement, so he opened the door and went out, and then saw a maid on the sidewalk staring at him agape.

Roland was wondering why the maid looked like she had seen a ghost.

The maid then turned and ran, shouting as she did so, "The Master is back, the Master is back!"

"Huh?"

Roland was even more bewildered.

At this moment, Roland suddenly heard a swishing sound and a silhouette appeared in front of him, leaving a dozen afterimages along the way.

Then he felt himself being embraced in a warm hug.

"You're back, finally!" It was a familiar voice, containing a trace of hidden bitterness. "You've been gone for 21 days, I thought you didn't want me either!"

Andonara cried pear-shaped tears. Her expression was haggard and she even took on an air of sickness and weakness.

21 days?

Roland understood something.

At this moment, there was the sound of running from the stairway and Vivian appeared in the corridor with her skirt lifted. When she saw Roland, she wiped her red eyes hard with her hand.

Seven days! 21 days!

Roland found it odd that the servers used to routinely shut down every day and the time in this world would stop.

However, why was it that time was still passing during this update?

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Chapter 299 No Regrets

After comforting the two women, Roland took advantage of his free time and immediately logged onto the forum.As expected, the entire forum had blown up.

Twenty-one days had passed in the game world.

The game world had changed a lot and the natives involved had done a lot of things since discovering the disappearance of the Golden Sons.

Most of the merchants had their goods stolen if they rented land and hired someone to look after them instead of keeping them in their Backpacks.

For example, those who had a grudge against the Golden Sons would take their revenge on the native people who were acquainted with the Golden Sons.

What's more, some even directly took up all the assets of Golden Sons.

Roland's Magic Tower was not affected much due to its relatively superlative status.

Most importantly, three or four days ago, Andonara had killed more than a dozen people who had stretched out their hands in random ways, two of whom were even descendants of minor nobles, forcibly cutting off the unnecessary thoughts of certain people.

The deterrent power of a Great Swordsman was still extremely high.

However, Silver Wings wasn't so lucky.

It was unclear elsewhere, but the docks of Delpon had indeed been devastated.

Silver Wings took the elite control route, where all the middle and upper management of the docks were the players, while the rest of the small foremen and the dock employees were all ordinary citizens, and most of them former beggars.

They didn't have any defensive capabilities, nor did they have the ability to adapt.

At first, there was little response for ten days, and on the fifteenth day the forces of Delpon began to test the waters, and on the seventeenth day, several forces began to seize control of the docks from each other.

It was always easier to destroy than to create.

It took months to build the docks, and less than four days to reduce them to rubble.

Hawk almost fainted when he entered the game and saw the wreckage, which was still smoking slightly in front of him.

If it wasn't for the fact that his body in the game was very strong, he probably would have spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"How did this happen!"

Standing by the river, his eyes red, Hawk roared up at the sky, "Whoever did this, I want them dead!"

Many of the unrelated people who had stayed on the outskirts of the docks quietly slipped away.

And a large group of workers, who seemed to be beggars, wiped their tears and gathered back around.

In the end, the anger on this side hadn't subsided yet, and then Hawk found out from his guild's homepage that not only the docks in Delpon but also the docks built by Silver Wings in other cities had been destroyed.

It could be perfectly described as all achievements vanishing overnight.

Before Hawk had a chance to vent his anger, he saw an announcement on the guild's homepage: all top-level guild members go offline, a video conference is going to be held immediately.

He handed things over to Link and immediately went offline.

At this time, Roland had also finished listening to Vivian's report about the docks. The matter about the docks was indeed considered a big deal in Delpon.

He thought for a while, and said to Vivian, "Go inform the people of the Magic Tower, as well as the people in charge of the relevant industries to pay more attention. Dhrink their share of the industry, and don't extend your hand where you shouldn't."

Vivian was startled for a moment. "Is there going to be a danger?"

"The docks of Silver Wings were destroyed," Roland said helplessly. "I know my people too well, what follows will be a big ordeal."

Vivian was stunned for a moment and said, "I understand."

Then she left the manor, while Roland planned to go to the Magic Tower to stabilize the situation.

Andonara followed him and at the same time said, "I'll protect you. Mages need Warriors, especially in such dangerous times."

Andonara's watery eyes held a hint of entreaty.

Roland knew that she was afraid that he would disappear again, and he couldn't handle this naturally insecure woman, so he nodded his head.

The apprentices of the Magic Tower were delighted with Roland's return.

During Roland's absence, especially in the last few days, they could clearly feel a gradual change in the attitude of the outside forces toward them.

The desire to devour them was gradually building up.

The good thing was… Queen Andonara was there, and Chairman Roland soon returned.

Roland spent less than half an hour at the Magic Tower, and then Gru from Gray Sand Gang asked for a meeting.

Having someone bring Gru up, Roland gestured to him to sit, then smiled and said, "What can I do for you, Mr. Gru?"

Gru didn't dare to sit down. He lowered his head in trepidation and said, "Sir, I can't bear to be called that. Mr. Roland, I have taken the liberty to come this time to ask you for a favor."

"Tell me what it is first, If I don't know what it is, I don't know if I should agree." Roland frowned.

Gru took a deep breath. "A few days ago, the Gray Sand Gang was involved in the fight for the docks."

As expected… Roland sighed lightly.

The Gray Sand Gang was essentially a group of poor people who couldn't live on so they banded together to protect themselves. Although there were some criminal elements involved, it was still mostly fair, and they could at least play a role in stabilizing the order of the chaotic underground world.

The underground world of Delpon would be even more chaotic if the Gray Sand Gang was suppressed.

Plus, children of the Gray Sand Gang boss were Roland's magic apprentices, so the Magic Tower and this gang were related.

"Who led the team? You, or your boss?"

Gru shook his head vigorously. "Of course we wouldn't do such a thing, we've been following your instructions and haven't messed around for a long time. This time, it was Cummings who led the charge and we had no idea."

"You were really unaware of this?" Roland said, looking fixedly at Gru, and after a moment, he said, "Or was it a deliberate scheme to get someone else to do the dirty work?"

Gru's body immediately stiffened.

By this time, Roland had sensed that Gru's mental fluctuations were very chaotic and knew that the other party's mind was in turmoil, so he knew he guessed right.

Looking at Roland's emotionless eyes, Gru's body began to tremble slightly.

He found that Roland's imposing aura was much stronger than it had been half a year ago.

And most importantly, Roland had only been back for less than two hours, and he had already seen through their scheme.

This was a kind of intellectual dominance that terrified Gru and made him at a loss for what to do.

Roland sneered, "You guys can settle this matter yourselves, I don't want to care about what Silver Wings do to you."

"Mr. Roland…" Gru dropped to one knee. "Please…"

"I heard a long time ago that you mobsters are all about the word 'life,' and if you don't have anything, you'll fight with your life for everything, emphasizing the value of no regrets," Roland slowly said. "Before your gang hung on to the Magic Tower, I said restrain your men, don't do anything bad, and don't act recklessly. But now that you have your own ideas and have acted on them, you will bear the consequences by yourselves."

"We, Gray Sand Gang, are the dogs of the Magic Tower, and if we are destroyed, the face of the Magic Tower will suffer as well." Gru was begging now. "Please, Mr. Roland."

Roland shook his head slightly. "Go back, but don't worry, those two little ones will always belong to the Magic Tower. Bad things won't touch them unless they rebel against the Magic Tower themselves."

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Chapter 300 You Do It If You"re So Able

Gru left in a daze.In fact, Gru was personally always against sending someone out to take over the docks, but he couldn't stand up to the boss, who was enticed by the idea.

After all, the Golden Sons disappeared for twenty-one days.

At first, everyone thought the Golden Sons would just disappear for two or three days.

But as time passed, and the Golden Sons didn't return for five or six days, someone had wicked ideas.

Then all kinds of rumors came out.

On the seventh or eighth day, people were already getting restless, and after a dozen days, they started fussing.

After fifteen days, almost everyone assumed that the Golden Sons wouldn't return.

One of the most popular rumors was that the Goddess of Life felt that the Golden Sons were too insensible and abandoned them.

The noble forces of Delpon, however, were already quite apprehensive about the Golden Sons, so they decided they could wait seventeen or eighteen days before taking action.

After all, Hawk and Link's crazy actions were the epitome of Golden Sons, followed by the astonishing act of the Golden Sons teaming up to kill the mayor, which had left the forces of Delpon trembling in fear.

But as strong a deterrent as it was, it gradually diminished with the disappearance of the Golden Sons after more than twenty days.

And then there was the allure of profit, which in most cases was much stronger than the deterrence.

Andonara, who was watching the entire process, said with a sort of lingering fear, "Not to mention them, even I thought at the time that you had been abandoned by the Goddess of Life… I was even ready to commit suicide."

Commit suicide?

Roland thought at first that this was just an exaggeration.

However, when he looked at Andonara, her expression was calm, even bearing a slight smile.

Her eyes, calm as the water at the bottom of a well, were without ripples.

Roland's hand trembled, and he immediately understood that Andonara hadn't lied.

That was truly how she felt.

At this moment, he was a little touched, but there was also an indescribable pressure that fell on his shoulders.

Hawk climbed out of the virtual cabin, rubbed his face, and turned on his computer.

Then he logged onto QQ and entered the guild's higher-ups group.

The invitation to a group video chat was already up, and he immediately connected.

Half a second later, a video window appeared on the screen and a reduced video feed of fourteen people appeared in a large window.

Hawk clicked to zoom in on the video feed of the guild leader while a stifled voice blasted out of the speakers.

"I don't care what your situation is now, remember one thing, we Silver Wings don't wimp out. Whoever eats our stuff, make them spit it all out, and pay us back double, got it?"

No one said anything, but a lot of people frowned, including Hawk.

Silver Wings' guild leader was a middle-aged man, average-looking but imposing, who looked like he had been in a top position for a long time.

"Dongshan, you're in charge of legal affairs. Can we get the game officials to compensate for this?"

A bald middle-aged man said, "It's impossible. First of all, the game is only in alpha testing and does not charge for game content, so we can't do anything in the area of consumption, and the other thing is that the game officials have already affirmed that they do not support the exchange of real money and game currency—they are not responsible for any such exchanges, nor any interest disputes that arise."

The guild leader was upset and said, "But we paid for the virtual cabin, so can we do something in this area?"

The bald middle-aged man smiled bitterly. "That would be hard, too. The virtual cabins are only connective devices, so as long as it's not a product quality problem, we can't do anything about it. Besides, this is a game content problem. However, the game is still in alpha testing, not in beta testing. The most we can do is say that the game's content has problems and resulted in an extremely unpleasant experience, then have the gaming company buy back the virtual cabins at the original price and pay a small amount of money for mental damage or something along those lines."

However, this was also a bad idea. Now that the virtual cabins' prices had been inflated to more than three million, to return it at the original price… It would only be fifty thousand yuan, and the emotional damage costs or whatever would be no more than ten thousand yuan.

It added up to about 60,000—only an idiot would return it to the game officials at the original price.

The guild leader thought about it and said, "No matter what, the officials still have to be pressured. Asura, you're in charge of diplomacy, go join up with the other guilds and find a way to put pressure on the game officials—there's strength in numbers."

A young man nodded and didn't say anything.

Then the Silver Wings guild leader pushed aside the small shredded bangs on his forehead, "Hawk, how is the situation on your side?"

"Like the docks in other cities, it was all destroyed, and everything that could be taken was taken. Not to mention the ships, not even a single piece of linen was left."

"I remember you have a tycoon over there named Vincent, can you persuade him to donate some more money to us? We'll increase his dividends later."

Hawk sighed deeply. "Did we lose a lot?"

"A significant amount; the most conservative estimate is a loss of twenty million."

Hawk was silent. It was a while before he said, "Vincent has already left the guild. He doesn't even want the 1.5 million in donation bonuses."

After a moment of stunned silence, the guild leader's angry scolding rang out: "Hawk, what's the matter with you, how can you let such an important member just drop out of the guild!?"

Hawk said dejectedly, "He didn't want to stay, and we couldn't stop him."

The guild leader held back his anger, "Hawk, tell me what happened. I want to know exactly why that tycoon left the guild."

Hawk immediately told the whole story of how it had happened.

The Silver Wings top executives all fell silent after hearing this.

Were Hawk's actions right? Were Suel's actions right?

From Silver Wings' point of view, it was right. After all, if your ass was sitting on this side, you certainly had to think about the guild, and due to their fast expansion, the guild had already started to run out of money.

Any amount of profit was significant.

However, the consequence was that the money was not acquired and they also fell out with F6.

And Vincent was forced to take sides and ended up choosing Roland's Magic Tower.

They invited only trouble without receiving any rewards.

After about a minute of silence, the guild leader said seriously, "Hawk, we'll put the matter with F6 on record for now. The most important thing now is to find a way to retaliate and make them spit out our losses. I remember Delpon is essentially under Silver Wings control, right? Can we get seize the tax revenue of Delpon as well?"

The guild leaders' message, which everyone understood, was to use the taxes of Delpon to make up for the guild's losses.

Hawk shook his head. "A third of the taxes in Delpon is Roland's, the other two-thirds are the mayor's."

"Why would something as important as taxation be split with Roland of F6?" A senior executive immediately cast the first question. "Hawk, are you stupid?"

Hawk retorted, "At the time, the interests were divided, and Roland had yielded much, much more, or else how could we have gotten two mines, half the city's granaries, the old docks, and the sheriff's post?"

"No one can get enough profit." The executive continued to criticize him. "Since Roland was easy to talk to, you should have continued to strike while the iron was hot and gotten the taxation right into our hands as well. If you didn't get it, you were derelict in your duty—incompetent and taking up a good position for nothing."

"Roland did the majority of the work, but would receive nothing? Do you really take him for a tool? Do you really think people are that stupid?" Hawk was also furious. He was already in a bad mood, and he immediately spat back, "F*k, hell, if you have the ability then you do it, don't b*t*h if you don't have the ability—at worst, I'll give you the post of deputy leader."

This executive said in a peculiar voice, "Oh, starting to threaten people now and throw away responsibilities once you're in a foul mood. If you don't want to be the deputy leader, I don't mind taking it up."

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Chapter 301 Magic Tycoon, No One Other Than Me

At this moment, the guild leader scolded, "Jason, stop. Hawk and Link built a dock prototype on their own. He's more capable than you. If you want to be the deputy leader, you'll need a few more years of training."The man called Jason stopped talking in embarrassment.

"Also, Hawk, take the people from Delpon and move to Bluewater Harbor right now to assist Brenda in managing that place. As a single woman, she lacks some dominance, and the situation in Bluewater Harbor is not too optimistic right now. She's about to lose control of the situation."

Hawk said with some confusion, "Can't we let the others go? I'll make her unhappy if I show up out of the blue."

"She can't wait for you to get over there," someone blurted out.

The others would have laughed, and would most likely have laughed boisterously if the situation wasn't really dire right now.

Hawk scratched his head. "What about Delpon?"

The guild leader said bluntly, "Let Jason take care of it. I've still got those same words: whoever advocates the matter will take charge of it. Jason, since you think you can take the taxation power from F6's Roland, then you do it."

Jason revealed a delighted expression. "I understand."

Hawk hesitated for a moment and said, "Maybe I'd better stay in Delpon; Roland and I are friends after all, and my words still hold some sway. If we let Jason go over there, with his personality, there will really be no way to redeem the situation."

"It doesn't matter now that things have come to this, it's okay to burn bridges." The guild leader in sipped his water and continued, "Maybe Jason can change the situation with bared fists. Even if he fails, the situation won't be any worse than it is now."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Hawk sighed. "Okay, you guys decide."

The guild leader continued, "Finally, I'll reiterate one more point. No matter what kind of conflict you have with another player, don't bring the fire of war to the NPCs. Players' matters are settled between players, and if you want to achieve your objectives by threatening and killing NPCs familiar to your opponent, don't blame me for being harsh if I find out about it."

After that, that guild leader said quite a bit about the dilemma facing the guild and how to deal with it, and Hawk listened in a daze. He seemed to have listened to everything, but remembered nothing.

After the guild leader dismissed the meeting, Hawk, muddleheaded, got into the game's virtual pod and entered the game again.

Link was just a short distance away, directing the workers to clear the debris, and when he saw him come online, he immediately trotted over and asked, "What did the guild leader say?"

"We're being transferred."

"Oh." Link didn't care. "Going anywhere is the same."

"We're going to Bluewater Harbor to help Brenda."

Stunned momentarily, Link complained, "Why are we helping that slut?"

Hawk showed a faint sadness. "The guild leader's orders. He wants to take down Jason—Roland's not that easy to get along with, and when Jason fails, he'll have a reason to deal with him."

Link clicked his tongue. "The guild is looking more and more like a real company now."

"There was no chance before, but now that there's a chance to show his business leadership skills in the game, the guild leader is sure to move the guild toward the corporate side." Hawk sighed. "I don't know if that's good or bad."

At this moment, Roland was in the Magic Tower, analyzing the principles of enchantment.

He learned all the magic that he could now and forgot about the magic that he couldn't learn for the time being.

With so many nodes and exaggerated magical space capacity, Mystra's Mansion would absolutely be a 100% head explosion if it failed.

He put it aside for now and tried to figure out enchantment first.

Roland studied for a while, typing out the properties of several magical materials, then opened the forum and was about to upload his findings.

However, he saw a message from someone he'd whitelisted on the forums, opened it up, and found it was the data powerhouse O'Neal.

"Roland, after seeing this message, please stop uploading free magic models to the forum. Upon our discovery, some unscrupulous Mages are taking your derivative spells and earning money and supplies from the Association of Mages in other countries. What's even more outrageous is that they actually changed the author's name as well, pretending it's their own. You may not want the benefits, but this trend can't continue."

Roland smiled bitterly in helplessness.

In reality, he had guessed that something like this would happen, but he thought that it would take at least half a year.

Roland was well aware that his derivative spells were quite valuable.

Otherwise, Kaka wouldn't have died.

Since the magic models couldn't be uploaded, enchantment was something that shouldn't be uploaded even more.

Roland sighed slightly and closed the game forum, reclining in his chair and blanking out in silence.

After half an hour, Roland regained his composure and continued to research the properties of the magic materials and also conducted some small experiments on enchantment.

Sharp Edge and Weapon Material Hardening were taught to Roland by that Drow.

The success rate of these two enchantments for the Drow teacher was also less than forty percent, but Roland's was now over sixty percent.

He had excelled beyond his teacher.

Besides, after wasting nearly a hundred gold coins on magic materials, and after nearly a month of sifting through materials, recording them, tasting them with his mouth, using mental power to analyze them, conducting mixing tests, and analyzing data models, Roland finally discovered the low-level enchantment of Lesser Magic Power Regeneration.

Of course, a lot of byproducts were produced during this time.

For example, energizing and winterizing enchantments were also results of the study.

The effects of these enchantments were average. The effects were there, but not very noticeable.

However, it was still better than nothing, right?

What Roland valued the most was the Lesser Magic Power Regeneration enchantment.

Although there was already the specialty of Roland's Zeal, the regeneration speed was not enough to keep up with the needs of his level.

And as Roland learned more and more advanced spells, the amount of magic power he consumed increased, and now he had to sit and rest for more than five hours after conducting magic experiments to fully regenerate his magic power.

This was why Roland planned to make himself a set of magic regeneration equipment that would allow him to conduct magic experiments for a long time.

He opened the system interface and confirmed the few pieces of equipment that worked for a player.

Earrings x2, necklace x2, necklace, hat, clothes, cloak, belt, weapon (no dual-wielding specialty), shoes x2.

Rings and handguards shared the same equipment bar, so the handguard would have to be removed. After all, Mages didn't need to wear iron handguards.

There were twelve pieces of equipment in total.

For rings and earrings, he asked Vivian to find herself the right type for a man to wear.

After that, Roland spent nearly a hundred gold coins and spent seven whole days in the magic lab, and with a success rate of only roughly 60 percent, he finally attached the magic regeneration effect onto twelve pieces of equipment.

Then he put on all his magic equipment and looked in the mirror.

He discovered that he looked gaudy, glowing with light blue magic from head to toe.

He looked exactly like he'd had a string of Christmas neon lights wrapped around him…

Emanating the idiotic air of a magic tycoon.

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Chapter 302 Why Should I Help You?

This was too gaudy. Not to mention that showing up on the battlefield would make him look like an idiot, but just walking down the road, he'd receive the contemptuous gazes of many people.Roland was getting ready to take off these pieces of magic equipment. He had decided that this appearance would remain in the lab from now on and that no outsider should get a glimpse of it under normal circumstances.

However, just as he was about to take off his magic equipment, Andonara, who had been standing and watching on the side, trotted over and stopped him.

"Roland, what are you doing? Why are you taking off such a good-looking outfit?"

"Good-looking?" Roland tugged at the corners of his mouth. He thought Andonara had meant the opposite; he wanted to take it off even more.

However, Andonara pressed down his hands, this queen's eyes bursting with bright light. "It's really good-looking, it suits you."

This was when Roland realized that Andonara's eyes were so full of affection that it didn't seem like she meant the opposite.

Then Vivian came in with fruit wine and some cakes, and also suddenly looked as if she were astonished to see Roland's current outfit.

Roland now had a pair of large earrings shining with blue light, bearing an awkwardness like Cai Xukun[1].

Somewhat sissy-like, but there was also a mysteriousness to it.

Are these two women aesthetically challenged?

What's so great about this shiny outfit?

Men valued a low-profile look and reservedness.

But then he thought about it for a few seconds and had a vague understanding of why Vivian and Andonara didn't find the costume too gaudy.

This had to do with the era and the cultural context.

In the modern world, there were neon lights everywhere, so no one would think that shiny things were that special.

However, in ancient times, a few pieces of broken glass could sell for a high price, not to mention jewelry that glowed, which could definitely fetch sky-high prices.

Women in ancient times were into this kind of thing.

And with the context of this world, there was no problem in saying that Andonara and Vivian were women of ancient times.

More importantly, the light blue flash on Roland's body was a magical light.

Magic represented knowledge, mystery, and nobility.

So in the eyes of Andonara and Vivian, Roland, a genuine Mage, had no problem wearing this outfit.

If it had been anyone else, such as a Warrior or merchants and the like…

The two of them would most likely ridicule it.

Even with the two women revealing their honest thoughts, he didn't want to go out in this outfit.

He had to figure out a way to cover up the glow of the magic equipment.

While Roland continued conducting experiments in the Magic Tower, Jason finally arrived at Delpon.

He first took over the affairs from Hawk, and then, on the city wall, he watched Hawk, Link, and a crowd of guild members leave.

A slight breeze blew on Jason's face and he smiled. "A dog with its tail between its legs."

Then he turned around and said to the guild members he had brought with him, "Let's go get the guild's things back."

This world had never been truly peaceful, though Delpon had been in a rare peace for nearly a year after the death of the old mayor.

During this time, no evil people dared to cause trouble in Delpon, and even the nobles had restrained their behavior.

But on this day, the kind of violence that made people feel terrible once again appeared on the streets.

More than a dozen Golden sons dragged out a few middle-aged men, then threw them in front of the west commercial street, before a shop called Torrey's Ores.

In front of the shop manager, they broke the bones in the legs of these middle-aged men, raining down strike after strike.

For a moment, there were incessant screams, and the people ran off, leaving the entire street nearly empty. All the building windows were closed.

Jason wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead with a white silk cloth.

He was dressed in all black, and he smiled very gently. "Shop manager of the Torrey family, tell your master to give back everything that he took from Silver Wings. Whatever you ate, you have to spit it all out. Also, we need equal compensation. The demand is not great, a hundred gold coins are enough. As far as I know, you killed at least eight of our employees and injured more than twenty, wouldn't it be right to pay five or six gold coins for the medical expenses of these people?"

The manager wasn't calm on the inside at all, but he forced himself to calm down. "By doing this, you are making an enemy of the Torrey family."

Jason said with a smile, "We even dared to kill the mayor, the Torrey family is nothing. Remember to relay to your master that I will only give him three days."

With that said, Jason took his men and left.

Then, they appeared in front of a certain shop on another street, and the same show was performed again.

And again.

Later that evening, many people sought out Roland outside the Magic Tower.

Roland invited them into the study all at once.

The good thing was that the study wasn't small, and the dozen or so people didn't feel crowded when they sat down.

These people were all nobles, and their expressions were all terrified.

Roland sized them up, having a pretty good idea of what they were coming for.

However, he didn't want to speak—he couldn't care less.

In the end, it was the Torrey family's master who couldn't stand this silent atmosphere and took the initiative to say, "Mr. Roland, I'm sure that you must've heard about what happened during the day. This matter is indeed our mistake. As you are both Golden Sons, could you get around the matter with him?"

Roland shook his head. He felt that these people were really shameless.

"As far as I know, you all tried to take event my Magic Tower for yourselves; it would have most likely changed hands if Andonara hadn't helped me control the situation." Roland smiled happily. "In fact, I'm quite happy to see you in trouble, so why should I speak for you guys?"

As soon as this was said, all the visitors' faces turned green.

At this moment, a young nobleman muttered, "You guys disappeared for over twenty days, and everyone thought you weren't coming back…"

"That's not the way to say it, young man," Roland said, staring at the small nobleman. "You take your servants, go out hunting for ten days, and don't come back. When I don't see you, I assume you're dead, and then run to your house to be the master, sleep with your wife, and beat your son with your gold. When you come back, I say, 'It's your fault for going away for so long,' to get over the matter. Would you be so accepting?"

The young nobleman was green with anger… He happened to have been married for less than three months; his wife was tall and beautiful, and he was quite fond of her.

Roland's words were almost a knife stabbed directly into his heart.

Torrey took a deep breath. "Mr. Roland, what do you want to intercede on our behalf? Or rather, what price do we need to pay?"

"I invited you up here to tell you one thing: Silver Wings is in the right in this matter. You ran into someone's territory and set fire to it, and you also destroyed the docks that they had worked so hard to build. Now that they've retaliated, you have to take the consequences on yourselves." Roland laughed. "I won't help you, so it's time for you to leave."

The dozen or so minor nobles were in an uproar.

Torrey quietly pondered for a moment and said, "But the Gray Sand Gang under you did the same thing as us—you're not innocent. As long as we join hands, we should have enough numbers to win against them. But to win against them, we have to at least make them feel pain so that they don't do whatever they want so blatantly."

[1] Male Chinese artist

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Chapter 303 I Said So

Roland laughed when he heard that.Hurt the players! From a physical point of view, it was impossible. After all, players weren't afraid of death.

"Have you forgotten the Golden Sons are immortal?" Roland gestured for them to leave. "I told you, I won't interfere with this matter, and neither will the Gray Sand Gang."

Torrey shook his head in disappointment. "Sir, you will disappoint a lot of people by doing this. Is it possible that in your eyes, the organization under you is only meant to be abandoned during critical moments?"

The crowd was wagging their tongues. Roland's heartlessness seemed somewhat unbelievable to them.

If one were to look at them with just the eyes, these people's expressions were all well feigned; some looked calm on the surface but had disdain in their eyes, and some frowned with annoyance.

It was as if Roland's lack of concern for the gang was something contemptible.

Roland didn't believe these nobles, and big merchants would be so noble as well.

Besides, now that Roland's mental power was quite strong, he could clearly distinguish that these people's mental fluctuations weren't significant, meaning that their feelings didn't match their apparent expressions.

To put it simply, they were acting.

Playing Roland.

Roland said indifferently, "It's none of your business what I do, right? Or do you bigwigs who usually bully commoners with great vigor suddenly want to stand up for the Gray Sand Gang? No matter, I'll accept it."

Everyone was in awe. No one spoke.

Torrey continued, "Sir, if you are willing to protect us, we're willing to serve up a good deal of money. How about three hundred gold coins to start with, and then every month, all of us will raise you another fifty gold coins for ten years in a row. How about it?"

This was definitely an exaggerated figure. Even if it was a great noble family, they would have to seriously consider it when they heard these numbers.

However, Roland still gestured for them to leave.

He doesn't even want this much money?

This group of people sighed at Roland's sneering look and then left all at once.

After they left, Adonara came out of the inner room and said unhappily, "These people have actually joined forces against us. Is it because we're easy to talk to?"

"I don't think so." Roland went to the window and watched the group of people leave the Magic Tower's square. "These people seem to have been united by someone."

Andonara was stunned for a moment. "Torrey led them?"

"Torrey is not a man with much power." Roland shook his head. "It is reasonable to say that if he has enough trouble dealing with the threat from Silver Wings, it's impossible for him to go against me… unless…"

Two magic spiders appeared at Roland's side, then crawled down along the window at a great speed, and finally scuttled underneath the carriage.

Roland smiled as he watched Torrey's carriage leave, and turned back to his study.

Torrey returned to his manor and went to his own study.

Soon the sun was setting. Two men in black cloaks entered Torrey's manor from the back, then went through the backdoor to the mansion, and finally, led by the butler, they arrived in Torrey's study.

The two visitors pulled off their black hoods and then sat unceremoniously across from Torrey.

"What's the situation?"

Torrey shook his head. "Sorry, Mr. Jason, Roland isn't falling for it."

Jason was somewhat disappointed, and he said unhappily, "When you said you were going to give him gold, he still didn't let up?"

"Rather, he seemed angrier." Torrey smiled bitterly.

Jason thought for a moment and said, "Since you didn't succeed, the compensation will be the same as it was."

"Sir, please give us another chance." Torrey stood up abruptly. "Your terms are too harsh. It will cost us everything we have."

"At least it's better than not being alive, isn't it?"

Torrey's teeth were chattering, but he absolutely didn't dare to retort a single word.

"You're lucky I'm the one who came here." Jason stood up and smirked. "If it was that reckless Hawk, it wouldn't be over until half of you were dead."

Jason took out a white handkerchief, wiped his hands, then threw it in Torrey's face and turned to leave.

The greatly humiliated Torrey's eyes were bloodshot, but he still didn't dare to say another word.

Jason and the other player headed out of the manor.

The player following Jason said, "Looks like Roland isn't falling for it. He won't join forces with the other minor nobles, so what's next?"

"If Roland dared to join forces with those nobles for the sake of profit, then we could upload this to the forum and discredit him," Jason said with great annoyance. "I just didn't think that Roland wouldn't fall for a down payment of three hundred gold coins and a monthly flow of fifty gold coins. If he's not a glutton for this, then what is he a glutton for? Beauty? We can only put this matter aside for now. Let's clean up these nobles and merchants who took our money, and then we'll clean up Roland when we get the chance."

The player on the side clicked his tongue. "That Roland brat is too lucky."

After taking two steps, just outside the entrance to Torrey's manor, Jason suddenly stopped, then stared ahead. "Looks like it wasn't luck."

The player next to Jason froze for a moment and looked ahead, then noticed two people slowly walking out of the dark roadside grove in front of him. He saw that it was Roland and Andonara, who was wearing the Queen's crown.

Jason stared at Roland and wondered if he could sophisticate his way out of this.

But that was when two magic spiders sprang up behind him and swept quickly past him. They scuttled under Roland's legs and up his robes, then paused on Roland's shoulders.

Under the faint moonlight, the two magic spiders shone light blue.

It was as if Jason saw both of the magic spiders laughing at him.

There was no possibility of playing dumb.

Roland stared at the other party and said slowly, "It seems like Silver Wings is coming to screw me over, right?"

Jason didn't say anything.

"Let's see, what's in it for you to ruin my reputation?" Roland's smile under the dark moonlight held the grimness of a villainous boss, mainly because his eyes were just too calm and had a weird coldness to them in spite of the smile. "Force me to leave Delpon, or force me to delete my account and start over? Or even force me to leave the game? Then you can have exclusive control of Delpon, including taxes."

Jason's bland expression loosened a bit.

Roland shook his head. "Even taking away the only benefit that was previously promised to me, it seems that Silver Wings's financial chain has reached the verge of collapse."

"So what if you know? What are you going to do? Kill me a few times?" Jason said with a smile.

"From now on, you Silver Wings guild members, except for the docks, don't take another step inside of Delpon, or I'll kill you when I see you." After a pause, Roland tilted his head up slightly, his eyebrows raised. Even though he was about the same height as Jason, this expression and gesture made him look as though he was looking down on the other side from above. "I said so."

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Chapter 304 The Mage"s Heart is Always Dirty

Roland's words were arrogant and cocky, even ridiculous.However, Jason couldn't speak for a moment, and his lips moved twice, not knowing what to say.

The same words, when spoken by a clown, were naturally a joke, but when spoken by a Tyrannosaurus Rex, they would be a dragon's roar.

Roland, as the number one Mage on the server, had an undeniable reputation.

Jason was stunned and didn't speak for a moment.

In gaming terminology, he was shocked by "words," failing the immunity check, and lost an action for a single round.

But players were players after all: new age youths who grew up reading words like "My life is up to me" and "I can replace him."

Jason took a deep breath and threw that little bit of panic he had just felt down to the bottom of his heart. He smirked and said, "Yo, who's afraid of who, why don't we do it now…."

As soon as he spoke, he charged over with a swoosh.

The two sides were extremely close, and in less than 0.3 seconds, Jason rushed in front of Roland.

The longsword was drawn from beneath his black robe, silver light flashing before he cut Roland in two with a single strike.

Got him… Before Jason could rejoice, he saw Roland, who had been broken in two, turn into nothingness.

Illusion! Mirror image?

When?

Jason froze for a moment, and then felt a large amount of magic gathering behind him.

As he turned around, he saw a dozen colorful spheres of light with long trailing flames flying toward him.

Prismatic Spray… a level-one spell that was quite lethal, and although it was slightly slower, it was much more powerful than spells like Chain Lightning.

Jason knew what it was, and he immediately dashed to the right.

Prismatic Spray could be guided to a certain extent under Roland's control.

Several rainbow light clusters deviated from their instant trajectory and caught up with Jason.

Jason continued to speed up his sideways dash while using his longsword to deflect the three rainbow clusters.

At the same time, he tumbled sideways to disengage from the Prismatic Spray.

He was trying to shorten the distance between him and Roland again with his Second Charge specialty when he suddenly realized that his steel longsword had been broken in half after deflecting three rainbow light clusters.

Shoot!

Jason tossed away his sword in annoyance, then flipped his wrist; another steel longsword appeared in his hand.

Warriors nowadays—who didn't have a few more weapons in their Backpack?

After all, some players were mischievous, always learning specialties and skills that required destroying weapons.

Andonara had been watching the show… She had taken a large step back from the battle circle when the battle began.

She had wanted to help Roland, but before they came, Roland had ordered her again and again that she wasn't allowed to help if he ended up in a battle. After all, this was a conflict concerning the internal affairs of the Golden Sons.

Naturally Andonara hadn't wanted to stand by, and she wouldn't listen no matter what.

Roland had no choice but to use the words he said to the little girl next door when he was still seven or eight years old: "If you don't listen, I'll ignore you later."

Andonara dread this the most and had to do as she was told.

She was happy to see Jason's weapon break, but then she saw Jason take out another weapon and couldn't help but mutter to herself.

It was true that Andonara's abilities were much better than others of her level, but she felt that one day she would encounter Golden Sons who were not far behind her in strength.

Even if she had the advantage, what if the other side destroyed her weapon and could summon an endless stream of weapons?

This was a tough problem.

And at this moment, Jason had just gotten his weapon out.

The other Silver Wings player finally reacted.

He charged, and when his sword was ten centimeters short of stabbing Roland, it hit a transparent eggshell.

Magic Shield!

A defense that a Mage would use throughout their life.

Until the Magic Shield was broken, Mages would virtually be unharmed.

The Magic Shield received a huge impact and rippled.

Roland looked sideways at the Silver Wings member and snapped his fingers.

Ice Ring, with a radius of about two meters, froze the opponent's legs, and then a huge blue Hand of Magic smashed at the opponent's head.

After a thud, a giant shield suddenly appeared in front of this player, blocking the blue Hand of Magic.

"Surprise, I'm a Shield Warrior. Keep hitting me if you can."

It wasn't that the Silver Wings member was a silly person, but that was what Shield Warriors were supposed to do—draw the enemy's attention and create attack opportunities for the damage-oriented professions.

Roland withdrew his Hand of Magic, then extended his hand and aimed his palm against the Shield Warrior.

In the blink of an eye, electricity appeared in Roland's palm.

This Silver Wings member sensed danger and tried retreating, but his legs were still frozen and he couldn't move.

Then the branching bifurcated lightning struck the iron shield and penetrated it, wrapping around the Silver Wings member.

Instantly, the Silver Wings member's whole body tensed, and all his hair stood straight up.

There were strange oohs and aahs coming from his mouth.

Lightning magic was extremely penetrating to metal, but as soon as magic-resistant materials, such as gold granules, were mixed into the shield, the penetration of lightning magic would be drastically reduced.

However, his shield didn't have any!

This was a melee magic spell, Thunder Palm, which could continuously output lightning attacks at a short-range, and it was quite appropriate to use in this situation.

At this moment, Jason used his Second Charge specialty to come straight at him again.

There were a swish and a crunch.

Jason was also level five, and he specialized in the power of charge. The more times he charged in a certain amount of time, the faster and more powerful the charge became.

With a charge, the longsword hit the Magic Shield, which began to crack rapidly.

Because Roland had diverted a lot of his magic power to launch Thunder Palm, the hardness of the Magic Shield was affected.

It was estimated that the Magic Shield would shatter in less than half a second.

Andonara looked stern, already having thoughts of going up to help.

Through the Magic Shield, Jason looked at Roland with a sardonic smile. As soon as this Magic Shield shattered, it would mean Roland's death.

He felt that Roland was indeed strong, but Roland was too close to them to begin with, and most importantly, there were two of them.

But at this moment, Roland laughed even more happily. "You've taken the bait."

After saying this, Roland whooshed and teleported back three meters.

And then Jason finally found himself with his feet in a swamp.

He bent his knees and tried to jump up, but he sank deeper and the mud reached his knees all of a sudden.

"When?"

Rock to Mud required time, not just casting time, but the material transformation time, which took about two seconds.

The reaction speed of an agile warrior like Jason was quite good, and if it was cast directly under his feet, as soon as the hardness of the land was the slightest bit off, he would immediately leave, and it would be hard to get him again.

But Roland deliberately left an opening, pretending to attack the other player with all his might, while quietly casting Rock to Mud in an area around himself.

Double-casting wouldn't make Roland's magic shield any less hard—triple-casting would.

He just waited for Jason to crash into it himself.

Jason was trapped in the mud, still sinking slowly, and the Shield Warrior was frozen in place by the Ice Ring.

Roland was three meters away, slowly condensing a fireball in his hands.

Three seconds later, Jason looked at the big blue fireball the size of a basin slamming into him and stopped struggling.

Only one word was said:

"F*ck!"

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Chapter 305 Stubborn? I"m Almost as Stubborn

A large fireball, a double kill, a huge pothole, and no bodies left.

When Jason was resurrected in the Church of Life, he took a spare tunic out of his Backpack and was speechless for a long time.

Not long after, the other member was resurrected as well.

Both in a weakened state, they looked at each other for a moment, and finally sighed at the same time. Together they left the entrance of the Church of Life.

Then at the doorway across the street, they saw Roland again.

Roland stood across the street and mouthed to them, "Leave Delpon in ten minutes, or I'll kill you again."

Jason was so angry that veins were popping on his forehead. He looked at Roland with resentment, wanting to attack again.

After only holding back for a moment, he had to bow his head and pretend he didn't see Roland. He left Delpon directly.

The other Silver Wings member also followed behind. They were just like two stray dogs.

Roland waited for them to leave before walking slowly back to the Magic Tower.

When they left Delpon and returned to the ruined docks, Jason looked at the messy surroundings and cursed furiously. "How come I've been out so long and you guys haven't reorganized this place?"

At this time, a player next to him who was directing the dock crew to clear the rocks frowned and said, "It doesn't take time to clear the rocks? You've only been away less than fifteen hours, and it's not like you haven't seen the situation here—it can't be flattened in just a few days."

Jason said unhappily, "That's because you're not strong enough. If it was Roland, he would use Mud to Rock and then Rock to Mud, everything would be smoothed out. You're a Mage too, why can't you do it?"

This Mage player frowned. "Jason, why are you flying off the handle? Talking so oddly…"

Jason froze for a moment, then he said helplessly, "Sorry, I shouldn't be so agitated. Gather everyone for a moment, I have an announcement to make."

After ten minutes, Jason recounted Roland's words to them.

Now, a few Silver Wings players erupted.

Someone shouted angrily, "By what right! It's not like Roland owns this place, why won't he let us in."

"That's right, is Roland so domineering just because he's strong?"

Of course, there were also people who saw things very clearly. "We wanted to screw him over, so when we're discovered, isn't it normal for him to retaliate? What's the use of shouting here! If you have the time to do so, it's better to find a way to complete more quests and level up quickly, then we might be able to crush Roland."

"I don't believe that he would really dare to do that. I'm going to walk around Delpon tomorrow, he can try to kill me."

Jason said helplessly, "Personally, I wouldn't recommend you go back into the city. Roland will be watching very closely for a while, after all, he's made it clear."

"I'm just going to try."

The crowd looked at the man who spoke, and they didn't advise again. They also had the idea of letting him try to see if Roland would keep his word.

As a result, the next day, this man really swaggered into Delpon.

Then in less than two hours, Roland threw this Silver Wings member, who had crystallized into an ice sculpture, right off the city wall, crumbling into shards of ice.

After this person was resurrected at the church, he ignored Roland's warning to leave the city in ten minutes and stayed at the entrance of the Church of Life.

As a result, Roland came forward and froze him into an ice sculpture, once again throwing him off the wall.

After this man was resurrected a second time, he cursed at Roland.

And Roland, who was ruthless and untalkative, froze him into an ice sculpture and threw him off the wall again.

The third time this person hooted at the entrance of the church, "Roland, I won't leave, kill me back to level zero if you can."

"I can't believe you're asking for the same thing as Huang Tangjing[1]." Roland laughed evilly. "I'll really satisfy your wish."

Then Roland went up and just iced the man, then dragged him on top of the wall and threw him down.

This Silver Wings member was also a stubborn one, and he just sat at the entrance of the Church of Life after his resurrection.

Roland just cut the superfluous talk and froze the person and threw him down the wall.

The two sides worked quite well together.

As it went back and forth, the whole city came to learn about it.

Then the number of onlookers grew.

And as more and more deaths occurred, the stubborn player's level became lower, and he became weaker, and there were dozens of weakened status effects stacked on top of each other.

His strength was not far from that of a child for the time being.

Soon the nobles were alarmed, and even Little John, who had been staying in the mayor's residence and just getting by, came out to see what was going on.

After Roland threw the ice sculpture off the wall once more, a city guard officer took the initiative to step forward and said, "Mr. Roland, you don't need to go back, we'll go and seize the man for you."

"No need." Roland shook his head. "He is immortal after all, it would be bad if he remembers your faces for revenge later."

This officer immediately felt a bit of a chill on the back of his neck.

He knew that he made a very poor suggestion.

Fortunately, he didn't execute it.

Roland continued to walk in the direction of the Church of Life.

At this moment, more than ten hours had passed, and it was another day in the evening.

When Roland went to the entrance of the church again, he found that the player who had been clinging to the church was missing.

When he was confused, a small noble-looking man ran up and said, "Mr. Roland, that person has run away."

Roland sneered, figuring the other side couldn't endure the loss of even more experience—after all, it was about half a year of effort.

Roland then returned to the Magic Tower and had the men continue to monitor the players at the docks and come and inform him if anyone dared to enter the city.

Then he just continued to study enchantment.

After half an hour, a message was sent through the guild system.

Betta: "Brother Roland, the forum is in an uproar about you."

Roland roughly guessed what had incited it, and when he entered the forum, it was really someone from Silver Wings who had started the thread.

This Is the True Face of the Number One Mage. You Guys Judge, Is This Right?

The video was made in first-person view, in which Roland's expression was eerie and terrifying, inhumanely freezing the protagonist in the first-person view and then throwing him off the walls, over and over again.

And then interspersed with Roland's words: "I'm just going to kill you to level zero."

It was dark and ruthless.

Then the posters below really exploded with comments.

"Roland's ego is inflated, so the number one Mage is this kind of person?"

"This is excessive, being killed dozens of times for no reason, is Roland still human?"

"That's how the poor folks are, they get power and forget what it was like before."

The majority was scolding Roland. However, there were also those who spoke up for Roland, though the number was somewhat small.

"I think we'd better wait for Roland to speak before we pass judgment. Isn't there plenty of news nowadays that turns things inside out?"

"A person who is willing to upload spell models for free can't possibly be insane and go berserk to this extent."

"I think there must be a reason for this, what do you think, Yuanfang[2]?"

These people who were sticking up for Roland had IDs that Roland was quite familiar with; most of them were Mages. After all, Roland had also been in the Mages' forum for a while.

Roland had guarded against this move. He wrote a post about it as well, and then uploaded a video.

[1] A man in 1845-1900 whose job was similar to a lawyer. The author is referring to part of a movie, https//watch?v=D4FUNjYP_Cc

[2] Guard captain and assistant of Di Renjie, aka Chinese Sherlock Holmes; like Watson is to Sherlock

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Chapter 306 Study Tour

On My Personal Conflicts with Silver Wings.Unlike the other side's kind of cut-and-paste video, Roland's was long—more than three hours, from Torrey taking people to the Magic Tower to set up the pitfall, to Jason meeting with Torrey, to Roland taking a stance—and only at the end, there was the man who had been made into an ice sculpture dozens of times ignoring the warning and stubbornly not leaving.

Roland's post became a highlighted post as soon as it appeared, but it also took an hour or so for posts with substance to appear.

"I knew things would backfire. The members of Silver Wings are really despicable. Dince bridges were burned, just fight fair and properly. It means nothing to use this kind of tactic to sully one's reputation."

"Even if the members of Silver Wings are in the wrong, killing those who don't resist dozens of times in a row isn't reasonable either, right?"

"Roland has given his word and the other party is still stubbornly staying in the city, what is this if not provocation? If Roland doesn't kill the other party just because they don't resist, doesn't that make him a person who only bullshits?"

"But all in all, it's not good to kill people dozens of times."

"Roland didn't kill anyone, it's just normal PK. It's only considered killing if he kills NPCs, but killing players… it's just messing around."

"I'm on Roland's side."

"Most people have a scale in their hearts, and after this video came out, it's obvious who's right and who's wrong. It was originally Silver Wings who played dirty tricks first, trying to unite NPCs to trap people, and doing so unsuccessfully. After being discovered, they use this set of bitter tricks, how annoying."

"Is Silver Wings really going to clash with F6 this time?"

Looking at the replies, Roland smiled, then exited the forum to continue his own research on enchantment.

After researching for so long and making little progress, Roland gave up on his research for a while and then began to consult the books in the library.

He wanted to find some useful information in them.

Then, not long after, Vincent showed up at the library as well.

As a player, Vincent was quite attached to the Magic Tower, and he naturally had access to the library as well.

He also came here to look up information, and when he saw Roland, he froze for a moment and then said with a smile, "Yo, Lord Chairman, you're finally willing to come out of the lab?"

Roland scratched his head. "Well, I'm getting a little dizzy from all the research."

"Why not go out for a walk?" Vincent suggested.

Roland replied, "I go out a lot."

"Not you." Vincent waved his hand. "I mean you take the magic apprentices and go out on a study tour."

Study tour?

After considering for a moment with his arms crossed over his chest, Roland said, "But they're not quite strong enough, what if something happens!"

Vincent shook his head and laughed. "You're the only chairman who would think like this, most of the other chairmen probably wouldn't bother. But you have to understand, the fledgling will eventually fly. Right now there are a few magic apprentices whose strength is stuck at level two, and my personal guess is that they're just short of some experience. Because they can't learn the higher level magic, they can't get more experience points."

Roland immediately understood what Vincent meant. Vincent was asking him to take some magic apprentices to level up.

He hadn't really wanted to do that, after all, he hadn't even had much time to study enchantment.

But then he thought about it: he was a Magic Tower's chairman, and in the past half-year or so, he had just been studying magic on his own.

Although he taught his apprentices theoretical knowledge from time to time, as well as new spell models, the progress of the apprentices had indeed been slowing down lately.

And he hadn't really cared about how the apprentices' studies were going.

In a way, it was too easy for him to be the chairman.

Roland muttered, "You have a point, I'll think about it."

Vincent smiled when he saw that Roland had taken his words seriously, picked up a book in the library, and left.

After pondering in the library for a while and sensing the status of all the magic apprentices with his mental power, Roland quickly decided on six candidates.

Vivian, Hans, Crozoa, Domingo, Leos, and the oldest, Jerry.

All six of them were just short of a final push to leveling up, and it should be good to take them out for a walk.

Roland then rang the resonance bell to assemble all the magic apprentices.

The names of the six trainees were announced, and then Vincent was announced as the deputy chairman, who would be in charge of the basic operation of the Magic Tower while Roland took the trainees on a trip.

The six people named went to get ready in high spirits, while Vincent couldn't help but walk up to Roland. He said, "There's no need to make me the deputy chairman."

"It's not like the deputy chairman is a privileged position, it's a responsibility."

Upon hearing this, Vincent rolled his eyes helplessly. "You order people around even more than Silver Wings."

"But I'm more humane than they are," Roland joked.

"Okay," Vincent said, "I'll keep an eye on the Magic Tower for you while you're gone. There aren't many people in Delpon who would dare to mess with you now. That idiot man from Silver Wings thought himself clever to upload a video, and you reverse checkmated him. Now Silver Wings is getting a bad reputation on the forum. Soon they'll have to save their reputation, so they won't be bothering you for a short time. You can go out and play without worry."

"Isn't it a study tour?" Roland said with a smile.

Vincent shrugged. "It's all the same."

The next day, Roland hired four carriages to carry the six magic apprentices, Andonara, and some rations and clothing, and went first to the mercenary guild north of the city.

Since it was going to be a training experience, it was basic common sense to register a small mercenary group and use the mercenary guild's intelligence network to receive missions and decide the goals of the trip.

However, there was a hiccup in registering the mercenary group.

The main hall of the mercenary guild was large, and at least hundred mercenaries were sitting inside, though only about a tenth of them were professionals.

And when Roland brought the six magic apprentices and Andonara and said that they wanted to register as a mercenary group, everyone was dumbfounded.

This included the female receptionist in charge of registration.

Generally, only five percent of mercenary groups had spellcasters among them.

After all, spellcasters had a very high status, whether it was a Mage, a Warlock, or a Priest.

But what was going on with this little mercenary group before them?

An Elite Mage, six magic apprentices, and a Master Great Swordsman!

The team's professional configuration was too luxurious. Countless teams begged for a spellcaster but couldn't get one, yet this small mercenary group actually had seven.

The dumbfounded female receptionist recorded the information about Roland and the others in a daze.

The name of the mercenary group was Prismatic Spray, a name that Vivian had come up with.

Because the spell Prismatic Spray was as beautiful as a rainbow to her, she loved this spell the most.

Playing with the mercenary dog tag in his hand, Roland asked, "So, what do we do next?"

Andonara didn't speak even though she had been a mercenary. She knew that Roland was not asking her, but was testing the magic apprentices.

At this moment, the female receptionist who had been watching them from the counter couldn't help but say, "Sir, you should start with the most basic quest."

Roland waved his hand. "Thanks for the clarification, but sorry, we're not here to make money!"

The receptionist froze.

Vivian and the other magic apprentices had never been outside the boundaries of Delpon, so naturally, they didn't know how to answer.

In the end, it was the aged-looking Jerry who said, "Chairman, if it were me, I would use my mercenary status to inquire where there are any magical anomalies. The mercenary guild's intelligence network is quite powerful, so perhaps there will be a pleasant surprise. If there is no surprise, then I'd go to the Magic Tower in the neighboring town and have a friendly academic exchange."

Roland shook his head. "No, I think you need to prepare your camping tents first. Before we left, I checked the carriage and there were only rations and clothing. Do you understand now?"

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Chapter 307 Teach Them a Little Bi

Hearing that Roland asked them to prepare tents, the nobles who had never traveled afar asked, "Are we not going to spend the night in towns or villages?"

Roland chuckled, and so did Andonara and Old Jerry.

Among the six of them, everybody except Jerry was an adolescent descendant of the noble families, or one who had just come of age.

They had never been outside of Delpon, and they did not exactly know what travel meant.

This world had not reached an era where information and knowledge could be disseminated quickly, either.

For people who lived in the information age, they understood how traveling in the wilderness felt like even if they never experienced it in person.

It was because they had access to various sorts of books and could find all kinds of information online to teach them what they were going to face.

Even if they were completely uninterested, the information they accidentally read in one year was the same as what the ordinary people in this world could take in their whole lives.

But of course, it was another matter whether or not they could make the best use of that knowledge.

If someone from the information age heard such a question, they would probably laugh in amusement.

But actually, it was only because they lived in a different age and world and possessed much more information.

More importantly, the young nobles who generally stayed indoors never had to consider these things.

Seeing Roland's grin, the young man who asked the question scratched his head in embarrassment, knowing that he had said something silly.

After that, Jerry stood out and said, "Mr. Chairman, I'm going to buy tents and necessary tools with those guys. As for Miss Vivian…"

"Andonara will take me shopping." Vivian held Andonara's hand and put on a sweet smile.

There were certain things that they would rather their male companions not see after they bought them.

Andonara nodded.

Roland said, "Then I'll wait for you here."

They left the mercenary guild, and Roland sat down at an empty table, then he surfed the game forums.

This made him seem to be in a daze.

The mercenary guild was a lot quieter.

Even though a hundred people were here, they subconsciously kept their voices low, and those unaware of the situation imitated them.

It was never wrong to copy what the majority was doing.

As a matter of fact, Roland was the greatest invoker of fear in Delpon at this moment.

Killing the mayor and stealing the queen were both punishable by death, but he was still living a nice and casual life.

Those who made a living in Delpon all knew Roland's name. Hawk and Link used to be as fearsome as him, but those two were gone now.

Jason, the new guy, had earned some reputation, until he was crushed by Roland a couple of days ago and never dared to enter the city again. He was now despised.

While Roland was in a daze, those who did not know him asked their pals who he was and why the atmosphere in the guild changed upon his arrival.

Then, Roland's name was passed on among the newcomers.

The eyes of seven mercenaries at another table glittered when they heard it.

They looked at each other, and their captain sat down before Roland and said, "Mr. Mage, may I have a word with you?"

He was very polite, if not deferential. He acted the opposite of his wild appearance.

Hearing the greeting, Roland brought his consciousness back from the forum and smiled at the mercenary, who seemed to be a Warrior. "Of course."

"It seems that you're going to travel with your students. I don't think you have a destination yet, do you?" The Warrior then said, "Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Graseck, a mercenary."

"Then what can I do for you, Mr. Graseck?"

"If you don't have a destination, I'm wondering if you could escort us to the border. Of course, we will pay you well."

Roland found it odd. "You could issue a quest in the guild, couldn't you? That's why you are here, no?"

"Indeed we can." Graseck nodded and spoke slowly, "But we think that a team with a powerful Mage is much more reliable than one without."

Roland observed the mercenary for a moment and shook his head. "Sorry, but I can't escort you. We're leaving to travel, not make money."

"But… you can escort us while you're traveling," Graseck said quickly. "Besides, we'll give you a lot of money."

Roland continued to shake his head.

Graseck sighed at Roland, who was not interested at all. Then, he went to the counter and released the quest.

Everybody was shocked after the release, because the payment was thirteen gold coins.

It was a rather high payment for the mercenaries' standards.

Roland ignored them. He deleted the blue escort quest that just popped up in the system and then continued browsing the forums.

About an hour later, the five male magic apprentices returned, and so did Andonara and Vivian another half an hour later.

Roland did not check if they had prepared everything they needed. After all, the preparation was part of the test for the trip too.

They left the guild and packed the items they bought on the carriages, before they left the city.

In the leading carriage, Roland said to the coachman, "To Liguburg City."

Jerry had confirmed in the guild that there were no magic incidents or accidents nearby. So, Roland had decided to visit and trade with the branch of Association of Mages in Liguburg City.

The carriage left Delpon and wobbled forward on the muddy yellow road.

At first, the magic apprentices were quite excited and talked to each other nonstop in their carriage.

But very soon, they all grew bored and turned silent.

After another three hours, when everybody's asses were aching, Roland looked at the sun and said, "Find a spacious shade and let's have something."

Soon, the leading coachman took the carriages to a wood.

Roland jumped off first. He unleashed his mental power and scouted the wood before he recalled it. It took him no more than ten seconds.

The magic apprentices got off too. Two of them rushed to the wood, eager to answer nature's call.

Roland looked at them and said to Andonara, "You can teach them how to ensure their safety while they're resting. Harsh words and methods will be preferred."

Andonara smiled like warm sunlight. "I'm going to teach them well."

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Chapter 308 That"s What Traveling Should be Like

The two magic apprentices returned from peeing, relieved and relaxed.

But Andonara ran forward and kicked them to the ground while yelling, "You two idiots didn't do the basic reconnaissance at all. What if there were enemies in the woods?"

The magic apprentices writhed and screamed, holding their heads. However, Andonara didn't really kick them that heavily, and they were only trying to avoid further beating with such a trick.

Magic apprentices, as future Mages, were definitely clever.

One of them rolled and shouted, "Your Majesty, we were just peeing!"

"You think that's an excuse?" Andonara exerted more strength when she was challenged. "Certain sordid enemies like to attack you when you're peeing. If you're attacked, you'll have to fight the enemy while you're holding your penis to pee. Do you think that would be fun?"

Everybody was lost for words.

If they were attacked when they were peeing, they would definitely be too anxious to finish peeing.

However, they did realize that Andonara had a point. What if there were enemies who set up an ambush for them?

After the kicking, Andonara said casually, "You have no experience in traveling at all, so you have to create a safe environment regardless of what it takes, particularly when you're still weak."

She pointed at the carriages and said, "Those carriages are actually the best tools for defense. If you place them in a semicircle, you will be able to resist attacks from at least one direction."

Jerry immediately led the coachmen to reorganize the carriages into a semicircle.

"Ask a couple of them to scan the dense grasses with Hand of Magic. Be careful. While it's unlikely that you'll find an enemy, you may spot venomous snakes."

Jerry then led the guys to drive away the little animals and clear the vermin.

"One of you will stay on alert at the edge, and the rest can have some food."

Domingo, who had the best eyesight, left to watch the surroundings, and the rest of them had food.

Half an hour later, Jerry replaced Domingo.

Roland and Andonara had some food too. While eating gracefully, Andonara remarked with mixed feelings, "Things were much harder when I was a mercenary years ago. Nobody looked out for me. There was not sufficient food or vehicles either. I couldn't always fight in my best state, not to mention that my teammates might turn out to be my enemy."

Roland was of a mind to ask why teammates could become enemies, but when he looked at Andonara's beautiful face, he understood a lot of things.

"That's why you quit being a mercenary?"

"After I cut the arms of three teammates who wanted to touch me, and the genitals of another two, few mercenary groups dared to include me anymore." Andonara smiled coldly. "I was even poisoned with aphrodisiacs once by teammates that I trusted. I would've suffered had it not been for my special body. Sometimes, humans are more treacherous than beasts."

Roland really did not know that so much had happened to Andonara.

Soon, everybody was full, and the coachmen began to feed the horses.

At this point, galloping horses could be vaguely heard from far away.

Andonara was the first to react. She laid her hand on the hilt of her sword.

Roland was next. He dropped three magic spiders, which quickly passed through the line of carriages and crawled to the horses.

Several seconds later, Roland grew solemn and whispered to Andonara, "Be careful. I saw fourteen people. I met seven of them in the mercenary guild earlier."

"Judging from the sound of the horseshoes, they're in a hurry to somewhere and can't be coming for us." Andonara leaned her ear closer to Roland's mouth and smiled. "But we still should be careful."

Roland leaned back slightly and nodded.

They had been prepared while they talked. It was not until this moment that the magic apprentices heard the horses.

They had no reaction at all but simply glanced at the source of the sounds curiously.

Seeing that, Andonara scolded, "Be smart and don't just wait there. Defend yourselves. What if they are enemies?"

Those horsemen could be enemies too?

After a brief shock, the magic apprentices immediately came back to themselves and summoned Hand of Magic.

Hand of Magic, as well as its derivative spells, was now a standard spell for the magic apprentices in the magic tower of Delpon.

It could be used to grab, dig, or even attack. Most importantly, its magic cost was low, and even the apprentices could use it for a long time.

Very soon, the horses drew near. From the road on the horizon, a cluster of dark spots were approaching quickly, followed by a trail of smoke.

When horses galloped, their speed could impose a heavy pressure, and now that a dozen of them were running together, they were even more intimidating, their hooves pounding the road.

When they were closer, it could be seen that the riders on them were all armed and donned with leather armor.

They looked aggressive.

The magic apprentices' faces slightly changed.

Vivian even slowly retreated toward Roland.

She was a girl, after all.

Were they enemies, or were they just passersby?

The magic apprentices got more and more nervous.

Soon, the dozen riders came to the road right before them. Some of the riders looked at them, but none stopped. They seemed to be defending against something too. Then, they quickly passed through the area.

Watching the riders vanish into the smoke that their horses raised, everybody greatly relaxed, but not Roland and Andonara.

Roland asked them to take a brief rest, before he said, "Let's continue."

The team went back on the road.

The magic apprentices might've been silent and bored earlier, but they were slightly anxious now.

The riders just now were quite an excitement for them… What if those people had been enemies, and the chairman and Queen Andonara weren't around? What should they do? What might've become of them?

They considered all those things.

For long-distance travelers, beasts, vermin and bandits were not the only problems; fickle weather could be a challenging enemy too.

After the carriages pressed on for two hours, an expected storm stopped the team in a wood.

Though the trees could block some of the rainwater, a lot of rainwater still dripped from the leaves.

Very soon, the canopies and the branches of those trees would be laden with water, and it would be raining as hard in the woods as it was outside of them.

So, Roland built a big pavilion with a rock floor using Mud to Stone.

He and Andonara sat in the pavilion to stay away from the storm. The coachmen also took shelter after putting grass cloaks on their horses.

However, the six magic apprentices were turned away.

Raising a luminous sphere in the dark wood, Roland looked at the apprentices, whose clothes were soaked, and said, "Now, you need to protect yourselves from the rain on your own. You can use the tools you prepared earlier, or you can just be creative."

All six magic apprentices were rather stunned.

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Chapter 309 Hollows and Pits

Since Hand of Magic could be reshaped through derivative spells, the magic apprentices' first idea was to hold Hand of Magic above their head in the shape of an umbrella.

This did prevent them from being drenched for now.

However, Roland smiled from the pavilion; he did not think that it was a good idea.

It was true that Hand of Magic could be reshaped, but keeping it going could be very costly. Even though its magic cost was low, one would still be worn out if it was used for too long.

Even Roland would lose at least one-sixth of his mana if he kept a Hand of Magic of the same size going for a night even though his mana regeneration was doubled by Roland's Zeal.

It was needless to mention those magic apprentices who had much less mana than Roland did.

It would already be a miracle if they could endure three hours.

But the clouds in the sky were thick, implying that the rain wouldn't stop soon.

The magic apprentices took food out of the waterproof bags from the carriages and ate.

They sensed something wrong after they stood for a while.

It had almost been an hour, and they had lost half of their mana, but there was no sign that the rain was stopping.

More importantly… they were all starting to feel drowsy.

Probably in another hour, their Hand of Magic would be gone, and they would be awash with rainwater.

Besides, even if they could keep their Hand of Magic for a whole night, they would still need a place to sleep.

The ground was too wet to sleep on. But if they didn't take a rest, the journey the next day would be exhausting.

None of the magic apprentices felt good.

Jerry, as an old man, had much more life experience than other magic apprentices did.

He cast his eyes to the stone pavilion.

It was a dark, rainy night, but the bright sphere hanging above the pavilion illuminated the whole place.

Even though owls were hooting in the darkness, it did not feel creepy at all. There was only a deep quiet and serenity brought by the rain.

Sitting straight on the rough stone chair, Roland was in a daze.

While Roland was on the forums, the apprentices, and even Andonara, always thought that Roland was meditating.

It was because Roland's magic power would quickly regather when he was resting, which was also the corollary of meditation.

Jerry stared at the big pavilion, deeply fascinated.

He was quite impressed that Roland could use such a common spell so casually and marvelously.

It never occurred to him that Mud to Stone, which was only used to block enemies, had such a usage.

He was not dissatisfied by Roland's decision to kick them into the rain and let them take care of themselves.

He even felt that it was how a qualified magic mentor should behave.

Roland was also the most responsible chairman that Jerry had seen in his sixty years of life.

So, Jerry was quite devoted to this trip. He did not want the chairman to think poorly of him because of any mistakes he made.

If possible, he wanted to learn and grow under the teaching of this young talented Mage for his whole life, even though he was in his sixties.

He stared at Roland in admiration for a while, before he turned around and whispered to his companions, "We're going to be soaked soon. Besides, there's no way we can sleep like this. So we have to try something else."

Vivian frowned and asked, "How exactly are we going to manage? Our magic power won't sustain us until the rain stops."

"That's why we have to cooperate, like how we helped those people build the docks in Delpon a few months earlier."

Vivian's eyes glittered. "Do you have an idea?"

Jerry nodded and proposed his plan. The other five magic apprentices' eyes got brighter and brighter.

They then split up. Vivian and Domingo untied the horses and tethered them to a tree on the other side.

Of course, the coachmen, who were resting in the pavilion, helped them the moment they saw them. Those coachmen were of a low social status and had been hired. They dared not idly watch their bosses do the job.

After the horses were tethered, Vivian and Domingo pulled the carriages with Hand of Magic and arranged them in a circle of about four meters in diameter.

Very soon, the other four apprentices returned with a bunch of branches. They rubbed down the branches with Hand of Magic and removed all the leaves. Then, they placed the branches over the carriages, establishing a simple wooden roof.

In the end, Jerry took everybody's tents out of the carriages and unfolded them on the roof, before he weighed the corners down with a few stones.

A simple waterproof shelter had been created.

The six magic apprentices were all relieved when they heard the raindrops splashing above their heads without reaching them.

But it wasn't over yet. The six of them dug into the mud with Hand of Magic and soon made a huge pit.

The mud they dug out was pushed to the side of the pit and solidified into a round, half-meter-tall wall to resist water.

They kept digging, and after half a meter, the soil was finally dry. Then, they expanded the pit to about two meters in diameter and one meter in depth before they threw the bare branches they prepared earlier into the center of the pit.

At this point, everybody except Jerry had almost run out of magic power.

Jerry launched fire at the branches with Inferior Fireball, and the water in the branches was soon vaporized. After a few moments, they were smoking and burning.

Sensing the warmth of the fire that was driving their cold away, the six magic apprentices stayed in the dry pit and listened to the rain with a strong sense of safety.

Roland came to the pit at some point. A magic shield protected him from the rainwater. He looked at everyone and smiled. "Nice job."

All the magic apprentices were very excited to be praised by Roland.

Andonara was standing next to Roland, a blue transparent umbrella in her hand.

It was made by Roland with Hand of Magic.

Andonara said in admiration, "If my teammates were as clever as them, my mercenary life wouldn't have been that hard."

Roland said, "Mages should create comfortable environments with their abilities. I personally think that Mages are entitled to a comfortable life."

"If you were only as strong as them, what would you do?" asked Andonara curiously.

Roland pointed at the trees that were all over the place. They were very thick and mostly around one or two meters in diameter.

"I would dig a hollow in one of those trunks with Hand of Magic and hide in it. It's much easier than to dig a pit."

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Chapter 310 Trouble Deviation

Though Roland's method seemed plain and not as impressive as the tiny shelter that the six magic apprentices had created, both Andonara and Jerry knew that it was much better.

This pit couldn't have been created without the teamwork of so many magic apprentices, but under most circumstances, there were few Mages in a mercenary squad, as most Mages would not operate with the "vulgar" mercenaries unless they were experiencing difficulties or had a special quest.

Besides, a shelter of such a size couldn't have been accomplished by any single magic apprentice.

Even if they could, their magic power would be exhausted.

In the wilderness, a Mage was only slightly stronger than an ordinary person without magic power. Things would get tricky if they were caught in an emergency.

For example, the six apprentices had run out of their magic power at this point, which was a mistake. If Roland and Andonara weren't around, a few hungry wolves could hurt them easily.

In comparison, Roland's hideout inside the trunk was much easier and more convenient.

But Roland still praised the apprentices. After all, they were all from noble families and had never traveled before. It was actually not bad that they came up with such an idea.

"I'll be on watch tonight. You can take a rest."

Roland smiled at them and returned to the pavilion.

Andonara fetched her blanket from the carriage and followed Roland back to the pavilion. She unfolded the blanket on the floor and peeped at Roland who was one arm's length away, before she closed her eyes.

Very soon, she fell asleep.

If anybody else were on watch, Andonara could only rest with her eyes closed; but since Roland was on watch, she could sleep deeply.

Roland dropped three magic spiders, which quickly left the camp and patrolled in a triangle.

The rain was still going.

Everybody was getting drowsy except Roland.

Generally speaking, night watching could be strenuous and boring.

But Roland could surf on the forums and watch videos while the three magic spiders were on duty. If those spiders whose night vision had been fortified couldn't spot a possible enemy, then neither could Roland.

Therefore, he was quite casual when he was absentminded.

Very soon, the coachmen were asleep on the blankets in their clothes, and the magic apprentices were sitting or lying in their shelter with their blankets too.

It was still raining, and the leaves were rustling in the night.

This time, Roland found a lot of interesting posts on the forums. For example, a merchant described some interesting anecdotes from when he sold goods between Hollevin and Urganda.

There was another post whose author claimed that, after accidentally saving the only daughter of a small noble in a quest, he became a lord after marrying that daughter.

But of course, according to tradition, their children would be surnamed after his wife.

Even so, a lot of people posted jealous replies, because the only daughter of that noble was quite pretty.

It was easy to kill time with those threads. Roland quite enjoyed himself.

Very soon, it was already midnight. Though it was raining less heavily, it did not stop.

The rain would probably linger on to the dawn.

Roland rose and warmed himself up. He walked around the pavilion for a few rounds and was about to sit down when he found something.

After standing for three days, he walked to Andonara and woke her up.

Andonara immediately rose and asked in a low voice, "Anything going on?"

Roland nodded and woke up the coachmen, before he said to them, "Please bring the horses to the pavilion. Quietly."

The coachmen did what he asked.

Andonara, on the other hand, woke up the apprentices and brought them from the pit.

Looking around and ensuring that everybody was here, Roland snapped his fingers.

The mud outside of the pavilion seethed and ascended, before it closed above Roland's head into rock.

Just like that, everybody was surrounded by a four-meter-tall stone tent without gaps.

Roland heaved a sigh of relief.

It was rather exhausting to create such a huge building so quickly.

Andonara leaned close and asked, "What did you see?"

"Something weird is chasing a group of mercenaries," Roland replied. "They're coming in our direction."

"They must've been attracted by the light." Andonara looked at the luminous sphere above and said, "They're probably looking for helpers."

Roland nodded. It was why he created this impenetrable stone tent that felt like a secret chamber.

"Then how do we know what's going on out there?" asked Vivian.

"I left three magic spiders outside for reconnaissance."

In Roland's head, a picture was delivered by the magic spiders every other second.

Almost ten mercenaries were running unsteadily in the rain.

They were quite anxious. Now and then, they looked back at a couple of eerie humanoid shadows running far behind them.

However, those creatures had a strange posture. They would crouch and accelerate with their forearms now and then, before they stood again and roared oddly.

One of the running mercenaries had a big beard. He suddenly shouted, "Where's the strong light we saw?"

"They must've doused it when their scouts noticed us. Keep running!" shouted another mercenary.

They sped up and soon came to the place where Roland rested.

Then, they were all stunned.

The place was very dark because it was a rainy night, but they could still see an odd, gigantic rock tent before them.

They ran around the rock tent, only to see no doors or windows.

"Nobody's here?"

They checked the place and got frustrated.

The bearded mercenary cried, "Those cowards must've fled when they saw danger!"

All the mercenaries seemed to be frightened and desperate.

Water splashed noisily as the creatures behind them stomped through puddles.

The leading mercenary, with his back against the rock tent, roared, "Stop thinking! It will be worth it if we each kill one of them!"

The mercenaries immediately turned around and raised their weapons at their pursuers.

The dozen humanoid creatures stopped fifteen meters from them and dispersed, surrounding the enemy in a semicircle.

In the end, a swarm of bats descended from the sky and changed into a charming woman in a black dress that revealed her shoulders. Her magic shield kept her protected from the rainwater.

"Hehe. Why are you not running anymore?"

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Chapter 311 A Magic Power Competition?

Seeing the woman, the leading mercenary roared, "Wretched vampire, just give it up! We don't have the Black Bones anymore! You'll never know where they are!"

The woman walked forward gracefully and stood five meters away from the mercenary.

Then she smiled. "Vampire? Only humble human beings dare to call us that. Even the elves have to treat us with respect. Who do you think you are?"

The mercenary was soaked with water, which made him highly uncomfortable.

The rainwater was flowing into his eyes, but he dared not wipe them, fearing that the vampire would attack suddenly.

"Haha. Vampires are vampires. You are a dark creature, however noble you pretend to be. Just walk in the daylight if you think you're capable of it!"

The woman in black was not angry. She simply went on with her alluring, mature voice: "It's fine. I can walk in daylight when I become a Legend. But you should be more concerned about yourself right now. Bring out the Black Bones, and I can spare half of you."

"Let me repeat, we don't have the Black Bones!" The leading mercenary was anxious, but he still roared at the woman. "You can get nothing by killing us. Besides, we're not so easy to kill."

The woman laid her fingers on her fiery lips and laughed so hard, she shook. "You're not easy to kill? I would like to have a try!"

Though they were under the threat of death, the mercenaries felt lustful when they heard her laughter.

They were even more frightened.

When the woman appeared, the dozen black humanoid creatures fell quiet, but they were getting aggressive again as she laughed.

All of a sudden, the atmosphere was full of tension.

The black humanoid creatures crept forward and pressed on.

"Let me say it again. Hand me the Black Bones, and I can spare half of you." The woman glanced at the mercenaries.

Someone was immediately tempted. After all, it seemed that they couldn't get away from this, and the instinct for survival was strong in most people.

One of the mercenaries shouted, "My lady, I don't know about the Black Bones, but I know that Simba hid something. I caught him meeting someone we didn't know in the mercenary guild two days earlier."

The leading mercenary turned around and looked at his companion in disbelief. "Korotia, how can you…"

The woman in black rolled her eyes, which were emitting a faint red glow. Her voice was not loud, but she interrupted the leading mercenary and said, "Okay, you can go now."

The mercenary named Korotia slowly retreated, holding his weapon.

Those hideous humanoid creatures opened a gap for him to pass through.

Korotia slowly moved backward while holding his weapon, and when he thought he was at a safe distance, he turned around and ran.

Very soon, his back disappeared into the hazy rain.

Almost everybody, including Roland who was monitoring the battle with the three magic spiders, thought that the woman would attack Korotia when he turned around and fled, or that she would deploy the creepy sharp-toothed humanoid creatures to hunt him down.

But after they waited a while, she really didn't do anything.

"Okay, I've already set one of you free…" Noticing everybody's strange expressions, the woman chuckled and said, "You think I would go back on my word?"

She glanced at all the mercenaries in disdain. "Don't compare vampires to pitiful human beings. Lies are expected for you, but not for the vampires."

Everybody was silent.

The woman grinned and said, "Now, who else is going to provide intelligence for me? I'll let them go too."

Now that Korotia had set an example for them, almost everybody lost their steadfastness.

Quite a few mercenaries quickly stepped away from their leader.

The leading mercenary looked at them and roared, "I paid a fortune for your service! How can you abandon me at such a crucial moment?"

"Sorry." One of the mercenaries wiped the rainwater on his face and said calmly, "But I don't think gold coins are as important as my life."

"But if you fail a quest from the mercenary guild…"

"I can't receive another quest in the next two years." The mercenary slowly retreated and said when he was a dozen meters from the leader, "I can afford the wait."

His face twisted, the leading mercenary declared, "I really shouldn't have hired you to protect me."

"I really shouldn't have worked as your guard! Look at how many of my brothers have been killed!" the defecting mercenary roared. "You stupid coward, you told me that there might be minor problems. But vampires are involved and you're telling me that that's a minor problem?"

The woman in black smiled cockily now that they were fighting. In the darkness, her glimmering red eyes were like wind in the moonlight.

After cursing his leader, the mercenary turned around and said to the woman, "I don't know anything about the Black Bones, but we split up three hours ago, and a team went southeast."

"Got it." The woman in black nodded. "You can take three men away with you."

The mercenary was relieved, but he still did not drop his weapon. "Thank you, my lady."

Another three mercenaries immediately came to him

The woman in black waved her hand, and the humanoid creatures let them pass.

Those four immediately moved back and then ran away without looking back at all.

While the leaves were rustling, the leading mercenary looked at the dozen humanoid creatures as well as the woman who was getting cold, knowing that he would be dead for sure if he didn't do something.

"My lady, why are you still killing us when you know that we do not have the Black Bones?"

"I gave you a chance," the woman said expressionlessly. "If you had told me that another squad went in a different direction earlier, I would've spared half of you, or even all of you if I was in a good mood. But you shouldn't have taken your chances and wasted my time."

The woman pointed her finger at the leading mercenary.

"Let's fight her!"

The leading mercenary roared, and his two remaining companions charged with him.

But the moment those mercenaries took off, a tornado was formed on the woman's fingertip, before it expanded into a gigantic cannonball and blew at the three mercenaries.

A tunnel of empty space was left behind when the air bubble was launched. On its path, all the raindrops were blown away by the unbelievable blast.

The leading mercenary was hit first. He was flung back into the wall of the rock tent and immediately shattered into smithereens. The blood on the tent splashed radially but was soon washed away by rainwater.

After hitting the leading mercenary, the bubble turned into countless air blades that cut down everything within five meters.

The other two mercenaries were chopped into countless pieces by the dense air blades.

It was impossible to tell that they used to be humans.

Their blood flowed and sprawled on the ground along with the rainwater.

The woman in black turned her eyes at the rock tent that she had found odd from the start.

She could tell that it was likely a magic creation made through a transformation spell.

Also, just like those mercenaries, she had seen strong light coming from here before, but the light was now gone, which indicated that someone might be hiding in the rock tent.

She made a gesture and asked the humanoid creatures to surround the rock tent.

Then, with a pair of black bat wings growing on her back, she flew around the rock, only to find no entrances at all. She simply kicked it.

After a thud, she was blown back five meters.

She subconsciously frowned. The wall was so hard that her feet had become numb. If she couldn't break the wall, neither could her subordinates.

Many books had it that the vampires were magic creatures and bad at melee battles.

But that was a lie. The vampires were weak during the day and would be heavily wounded in sunlight, so they could only deal with enemies with spells.

But vampires would be in their peak state at night, and their dark powers were specially enhanced during this time.

The vampires were actually good at both physical and magical abilities, except that they preferred spells. After all, gracefulness was the pursuit of every vampire.

"I know that someone's inside. You may have special ways to see what's going on outside and hear my voice," the woman said casually. "I'll give you five minutes to come out. I don't want to waste my strength. If you're unrelated to those mercenaries, I'll let you go."

While those inside the rock tent were unlikely to be connected to the mercenaries who stole the Black Bones, she was not 100% sure. If those mercenaries were only lying and they had stored the Black Bones in the rock tent, wouldn't she be the greatest joke of she were to believe them and chase the rats who had fled southeast? In that case, whoever was in the rock tent could take the opportunity to run away.

Flapping her wings slowly, the woman in black dress floated in midair.

After waiting for five minutes, she heard no replies from within the shelter, so she sneered and pointed at it while she chanted, "Stone to Mud."

A circle with a radius of about two meters appeared on the wall.

At this point, Roland saw that the woman was taking action through the picture that the spiders delivered, and that she was using Stone to Mud, which he was quite familiar with.

Roland immediately reacted. He snapped his fingers and said, "Mud to Stone."

Outside of the tent, the woman was briefly stunned. When she had just softened the wall and it hadn't really turned into mud yet, a stream of magic power flowed from inside the tent and turned the circle into hard stone again.

"Huh?"

A magic power competition with me?

The woman's wine-colored eyes glowed even brighter. She licked her lips in obvious excitement.

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Chapter 312 A Man Should Be Enduring

The magic spiders could only deliver images but not sound, which was a problem that Roland had yet to resolve.The wall of the tent was so thick that it physically blocked the sounds from outside.

Therefore, Roland had no idea what the woman in black said.

He only saw that the woman killed three mercenaries more than easily.

His eyes glittered when he saw how she changed her air cannonball into multiple wind blades.

Roland had been meaning to learn the trick to change the effects of a spell model, but nobody ever taught him that… Or rather, nobody in Hollevin was capable of that.

He was of a mind to ask the black-dressed lady how to alter the qualities of a spell model.

But after seeing that Simba was squashed and his two fellows were cut into pieces, Roland gave up the idea.

There was no telling if this woman would go crazy and attack the magic apprentices.

Roland considered himself an even match with the woman, and Andonara could kill those weirdly-shaped creatures.

But the problem was that Roland wouldn't be able to protect the magic apprentices and the six coachmen.

Roland could dodge the air cannonball, but the multiple wind blades with a radius of several meters could kill a couple of apprentices or coachmen easily.

If he were by himself, Roland would've jumped out and asked the woman about the variations of spell models. It would be fine even if she were to kill him a couple of times. If that didn't work, he could ask his friends to help him control her and force the knowledge from her.

After all, the woman did not seem like a nice person, and he wouldn't feel guilty interrogating her.

But regretfully… those around him needed his protection.

Then, seeing that the woman cast Stone to Mud on the rock tent, he subconsciously cast Mud to Stone to counter.

Watching the wall that turned solid again, the woman licked her crimson lips and pointed remotely, and the wall softened again.

Then, the magic power from inside the tent hardened the wall yet again.

"Interesting." The woman pointed at the rock tent even faster.

The wall softened.

But the person inside the tent reacted faster too and solidified the wall.

"Hahaha!"

The woman laughed crazily and pointed at the tent faster and faster.

After that, counterattacks were initiated from the tent in accordance with her speed.

Then things got interesting.

The woman pointed at the same spot on the wall, which was softened and hardened again and again.

It was quite a funny scene.

The woman stopped laughing at one point. Her eyes were already as bright as lanterns. Black mist was gathered and absorbed into her body.

The vampires were almost never short of mana at night.

Their naturally-endowed innate skill, Night's Kin, could increase their basic stats and their mana regeneration during the night.

The woman pointed so fast that her fingers almost blurred by the end.

She was delighted at first that someone was bold enough to play a war of attrition with her, a master of magic among vampires.

But then she was rather surprised, wondering what was possibly inside the rock tent to have such a great capacity of magic power that it wasn't used up after two hours.

But it would probably run out after another hour.

But an hour later, the rapid reaction from within the tent informed the woman that the guy still had sufficient mana.

At this point, the woman's delight had been replaced by competitiveness.

She grinned, baring her cute teeth, which were then covered by her red lips.

At this point, she began to point with both hands!

Dual Casting was her ultimate technique.

It worked at first, as the wall was obviously softening much faster.

But in no more than two seconds, whoever was inside the shelter improved their speed too.

The two parties were caught in an impasse again.

Actually, the woman felt that she was on the losing side. After all, the enemy could only fix whatever she messed up, which meant that their speed of restoration was higher than her speed of destruction.

Four hours later, the woman stopped and wiped her sweat.

Now she felt that the opponent inside the tent couldn't be a human being, but was an elf or something with a dragon bloodline.

Those were the only two creatures with such a copious storage of magic power except vampires in the night.

She took a few breaths, and the black mist nearby flowed into her body like clouds.

Even the rain was twisted by the rapid absorption.

Sensing that the power in her was increasing, the woman cast Stone to Mud again.

Another round of the battle started.

Another two hours passed.

The rain had stopped, and the east was turning bright.

It was almost dawn.

The woman was covered in sweat, as if she had just been doused in water. Her dress and her brown hair were stuck to her skin, making her less appealing than before.

Her face had gotten much paler too.

Even though she was a vampire, and she had Night's Kin, using spells for such a long time was too much for her.

Her head was aching badly.

Besides, the sun was coming out. If she didn't find a hideout, she would be burnt into a fireball by the sunlight within two minutes.

It was impossible to continue the competition anymore.

The humanoid creatures near her feet were getting uneasy too.

The woman declared to the rock tent regretfully, "Just wait for it! I'll come back tonight!"

Then, she morphed into a flock of bats and disappeared into the woods, followed by the humanoid creatures.

She's finally gone!

Inside the rock tent, Roland helplessly looked at his thumbs and his middle fingers.

It was his habit to snap his fingers when he cast a spell because it looked cool.

However, the vampire in the black dress had taught him a lesson today.

He couldn't remember how many times he snapped his fingers tonight. Was it five thousand? Or maybe ten?

The skin on his thumbs and his middle fingers on both hands had been worn off, exposing the red flesh to the air.

It looked very miserable, but since he could only feel one-tenth of pain, it was not very uncomfortable.

Was this the repercussion of being cool?

It seemed that he shouldn't snap his fingers anymore. If another lunatic approached him, he might lose his fingers.

Andonara treated Roland's fingers in sympathy.

When the sun was up, Roland finally created a door in the rock tent.

Everybody came out and resumed the journey.

The magic apprentices didn't really know what happened, but they could guess that their chairman ran into a formidable enemy, or he wouldn't have snapped his fingers for a whole night.

As a result, they were hearing things. Even though they were in their carriages, the snap of fingers was still echoing in their heads continually.

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