"What kind of business do you have for Silver Wings?" Hawk asked curiously.
Roland raised his glass and gestured to the other three, then took a sip and said, "How many Mages does Silver Wings have right now? I mean the stable ones who want to keep playing and won't delete their accounts midway. "
"About ten or so," Ye Zichen replied. Hawk thought for a moment and continued, "You know that being a Mage is too difficult, and not everyone is as talented as you. We actually have quite a few spellcasters, but most of them are Warlocks, and there are only a few Priests. "
Ever since the officials reduced the appearance of the Warriors, the number of Warlocks had skyrocketed. After all, Charm was the main attribute, and it was easy to learn skills. They could comprehend them on their own as long as their level was high enough.
Therefore, Warlocks were handsome and simple, and they weren't bad. Who wouldn't like them?
"I want to organize a learning support group," Roland said. Roland said, "Let the mages of your guild come to our Magic Tower and learn together with the magic apprentices."
Huh?
Not to mention Hawk, even the other two found it a little strange.
Hawk stared at Roland and asked in confusion, "Aren't you already the best Mage among us players? Aren't you more than enough to teach those magic apprentices? "
Roland replied somewhat awkwardly, "I can teach them the theoretical stuff, but there's a … generation gap between me and them when it comes to experience and some practical operations."
Hawk froze for a moment before he said helplessly, "I understand. This is the so-called foundation in the eyes of an expert, which is not quite the same as that of an ordinary person, right?"
Roland also felt a little awkward. "I don't know how to put it."
It was true that Roland could explain the theory of every spell model clearly, but some operations that seemed simple to him were very difficult to the magic apprentices.
For example, an apprentice asked last time, "Deputy Chairman, how do you quickly guide magic power from one point to another?"
"First gather enough magic power at the starting point, then increase mental power to push it over, right?" Roland replied.
But the magic apprentice was dumbfounded. "But how do I know if there's more magic power or less?"
Roland said matter-of-factly, "You can feel it."
Then, the magic apprentice fell into isolation.
Seeing the apprentice's mental state, Roland remembered a joke he had heard before.
A Level-10 fitter was leading an apprentice, and the latter asked, "Master, how did you manage to feel the machining error of the parts with your hands?"
"Just put your hand on it and close your eyes to feel it."
After that, the apprentice switched professions and became an equipment operator.
Although Roland believed that diligence was the most important thing, he had to admit that the gap between people's talents could sometimes be so big that it made people feel hopeless.
Recently, he found that, although the apprentices in the Magic Tower had learned the theories of Hand of Magic very well, they were rather slow when it came to casting the spell. At first, he thought that it was because he didn't explain it clearly enough, but now he realized that it was purely because of the gap in their basic abilities that led to the gap between the high and the low.
The magic apprentices couldn't see Roland even if they raised their heads. Because they were blocked by the high platform, they couldn't understand how clear Roland's perception of magic power was.
Standing on the high platform and looking down, Roland couldn't see the low ground that was blocked by the high platform, so he couldn't understand the apprentices' confusion when they saw magic power right in front of them but couldn't mobilize it.
Therefore, Roland thought that he might as well let the Mage players who were as talented as the apprentices join the Magic Tower. They should be more or less the same, and they could learn from each other and make progress together.
Hawk wholeheartedly agreed with the suggestion.
But out of his instinct as the deputy chairman of a guild, he asked, "Then, what can we get out of it?"
"The books in the Magic Tower are open to all players. Also, players can apply for magic resources." Roland smiled. "Not too many, of course. After all, the resources in the Magic Tower are limited."
Hawk pursued, "Approximately how much resources can a person have every month?"
Roland thought for a moment and calculated the number of people and the income of the Magic Tower at this stage. He said, "It can't be more than thirty silver coins a month."
"That's too little." Hawk slapped the table. Although he felt that his strength was very light, as a Warrior player who had reached the limit of physique growth, he slapped the table so hard that the cutlery on it bounced. "You get almost ten gold coins a month, but the players you recruit only get thirty silver coins. We're all players, but you don't get the same pay for the same work. What a capitalist's style. Isn't this difference too much? It should be at least one gold coin. "
"When your dock starts to make money, will you be willing to pay those NPC helpers a gold coin as compensation?" Roland sighed and said slowly, "We're all players, and we've all taken political lessons and Marxist-Leninist lessons, so let's not talk about these big principles. Thirty silver coins is already the biggest concession I can make for the sake of us being friends. If you're not willing, then I'll post a recruitment post on the forum. I think a lot of independent players will be willing to join our Magic Tower. "
Looking at Roland's indifferent expression, Hawk felt that there was a certain power in the former's words.
At the same time, he also felt a faint sense of alienation.
Hawk was somewhat disappointed, but he also knew that it was his own fault.
For the interests of the guild, it was they who pushed Roland aside first. Now, for the interests of the guild, it was also they who began to feel that Roland's offer was not enough.
And Roland still thought of cooperating with them in such a situation, which was already extremely benevolent in itself. He couldn't be blamed for threatening to change partners.
"Fine." Hawk was a little disinterested. "Let's do as you say."
Hawk didn't want to do this either, but as the deputy chairman of the guild, he had to be responsible for the entire guild of almost a hundred members.
It was a matter of position, not morality or character.
Then, the four of them chatted awkwardly for a few minutes, and in the end, they couldn't talk anymore and separated.
Roland returned to the study of the Magic Tower and sat in a chair, not in a good mood. Vivian had made delicious pastries for him, but he wasn't in the mood either.
After sitting for a while, he subconsciously opened the forum to see what the idiotic netizens were up to today. He had some fun and changed his mood.
But after browsing for a while, he saw a post whose title was almost black because the administrator had reddened it.
All the handsome guys in the world should die!
There were more than ten thousand replies.
Huh?
Roland's eyes lit up, and he clicked in.
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