The monitor emitted a soft white light. Roland was typing on the Green Axis mechanical keyboard. Soon, he had finished writing his thoughts, uploaded the video, and clicked send. When he was about to rest his fingers, the phone next to him rang.
He picked up his phone and casually glanced at the caller ID. After he dialed the number, he didn't bother with greetings and asked directly, "How's the situation over there?"
"Not bad. I've already become a Saint Samurai." A magnetic young male voice came from the phone. "How are you doing? I read on the forum that things aren't looking good for Mages. "
Roland replied, "It's fine. I've found the trick to casting spells."
"Awesome." A sincere voice came from the phone. "I remember that you don't have to work today, right? Then let's meet at the usual place. I've already called Raffel and the others. This game is too complicated, and the map is shockingly huge. A lot of things can't be explained clearly on the phone. "
"Okay, I'm on my way."
Roland hung up and put on a random short-sleeved shirt in the closet. Then, he went down to the first floor, greeted his parents in the living room, and rode out on his mountain bike.
Roland's residence was in a small southern city. It was midsummer, and even in the morning, the sun was already terrifyingly hot. Although Roland had been riding the bicycle toward the shade of the trees on the roadside and was not exposed to much sunlight, he began to sweat after riding for a short distance.
The south was different from the north. The air here was humid, and the small cities were different from the big cities. There were no heavy industries here, and trees were everywhere. So, the air in Roland's hometown was good, and the sky was blue. But at this moment, Roland felt that there was a very faint smell in the air. He didn't know if it was his imagination.
Ten minutes later, Roland came to the door of a cold drink bar. Although it wasn't officially open yet, the door was already open. Roland locked his bike and walked in with familiarity.
The cold drink bar was air-conditioned. The moment he entered, Roland felt that half of his life that had been taken away by the heat had flown back. The decorations here were mainly beige and looked very cozy. He greeted a middle-looking female receptionist and went straight to the second floor. He found a private room with a panda sign and opened the door.
Soft and soothing music was playing in the private room. A handsome young man sat on a beige bench. He had white skin, black eyes, red lips, and snow-white teeth. He was holding a bottle of Red Bull and sipping a few mouthfuls. In front of him, there was a broken watermelon.
Roland sat down and said with a smile, "Red Bull and watermelon. Such strong food early in the morning … Did you have to pay again last night?"
The handsome young man was named Schuck. They were childhood friends and lived in the same neighborhood. They were even deskmates for several years. They were not brothers, but they were even better than brothers. There was no taboo between them. They could say whatever they wanted.
Schuck put down the tin can in his hand and said helplessly, "It can't be helped. Marriage is the grave of love. Now, all that's left is to pay the taxes. If I hadn't tried my best to feed her last night, how could I have entered the game so quickly? "
Handsome men always had many girls chasing after them. Schuck's looks were top-notch even among the A-list celebrities. Besides, he was quite a nice guy. He didn't smoke or drink, and he only liked to play games. He was also kind, so many girls pursued him.
Schuck's wife was his classmate in middle school and Roland's classmate as well. Her name was Chen Hongdan. She was the prettiest among all the girls who were chasing after him. She was also the boldest one.
She had been chasing after Schuck since junior high, and in order to be in the same class as Schuck in high school, she even went on a hunger strike and threatened her family to open the back door for her. After Schuck went to college, she filled in the same application and followed him. She even volunteered to clean all of Schuck's clothes in college.
After graduating from university, they got married.
The cold drink bar was owned by Schuck, but Chen Hongdan did most of the work. She loved her husband very much and didn't want him to do too much work.
The panda box was a special gathering place for their group of friends. It was never open to the public.
"You sound like your married life is hard."
Roland clicked his tongue. He knew that Schuck had a comfortable life. He had an easy job and a cold drink bar. He wasn't very rich, but his life was not bad. Also, his wife was very nice to him. Most men would envy such a life.
"According to the official background, Saint Samurai is one of the three buggy classes. How did you succeed so quickly?"
Schuck was also puzzled. "I thought it was hard at first, but I built a Bard first. I ran to the Temple of Light with Language Proficiency and prayed before the statue of the goddess for only a few minutes. I found it strange too."
"How do you feel about this class?" asked Roland curiously.
Schuck picked up a piece of watermelon and said while eating, "I haven't fought anyone yet, but the benefits are great. The people in the Temple of Light were alarmed when I became a Saint Samurai. They gave me weapons, armor, and a lot of gold coins, more than twenty. They said it was a monthly payment. "
Roland sighed helplessly. The difference in treatment was too huge … He had worked so hard and hadn't cast a complete spell yet, but the other side was already making money. Most infuriating of all, Schuck made money without doing anything. His luck …
While he was depressed, the wooden door of the box was opened, and two young men, one fat and one thin, came in. They walked in while wiping their sweat. Without greeting each other, they simply sat on the bench and took a piece of watermelon each. After chewing it for a while, they began to talk separately.
"It's so hot. I'm almost squeezing out the human oil."
It was the fat man named Raffel who spoke. He was average in height and had a round face. He looked very happy.
"That's because you're too fat. Unlike me, I don't sweat much."
It was the thin man who spoke. He was about 1.83 meters tall, but because he was so thin, he looked like a stick. His name was Brazil, because he used to love watching the Brazilian team play and wore Brazilian jerseys all day, so he got this nickname.
In the game, he was still called by the same name.
Roland looked outside and asked, "Why aren't Li Lin and Husseret here yet?"
Schuck waved his hand. "They're working overtime and won't be free until the night. That's why they can't come. Let's talk about where we are in the game. "
Raffel and Brazil both shook their heads and said that they didn't know, because they didn't speak the same language. Raffel was a Shield Warrior, and Brazil was an Archer. Neither of them could cast spells and couldn't understand what the NPCs were talking about. They only knew that they were in different towns.
Schuck said, "I'm in a city called Isnas. I don't know the specific location, but it should be a big city.
Roland also reported his location, Red Mountain Town. Then he said, "The game map is unbelievably huge. It seems that we're all scattered. In that case, let's develop on our own for now. We'll make plans after we're familiar with the environment in the game."
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