Roland's ID on the forum had become a nouveau riche, a sign that he had been "authenticated."
In the game forum, there were only nine players who had been authenticated, and Roland was the ninth. And he was also the only one who had been authenticated as a player.
So when he posted his comment, he was surprised to see that his ID had changed color.
Then … his reply was quickly pushed to the "second floor."
"Damn, the strongest Mage Roland is here too."
"Roland knows that handsome guy?"
"Looks like the Mage really has a lot of core information."
Seeing the players making wild guesses below, Roland simply replied.
"That's Schuck, the founder of our guild F6."
Less than half a minute after he said that, there was another wave of exclamations.
"So the chairman of F6 is a Saint Samurai. No wonder it was so easy to establish a guild. I heard that Saint Samurai have a high status."
"Not very high, but quite high. It's almost like being the adopted child of the Goddess of Light. "
"It feels like the son of the chairman's family is doing basic training. Do you think those Priests and mortals won't give him face?"
After casually reading a few pages of replies, Roland put on a faint smile.
Although Schuck was a "lone wolf," even if he played with a group of friends, he usually liked to explore the game alone. If it were a regular game, Roland wouldn't think anything wrong with that.
But this game was very real, so Roland hoped that Schuck would take on the responsibilities of a guild chairman.
Be famous!
A guild chairman generally had two responsibilities: to manage the guild well and to be famous.
F6 was a group of friends and relatives, and they were very few in number and didn't need much management, so Schuck only had one task: to be famous.
When the guild leader was famous, the guild would be famous too.
Although F6 was now the only guild in the game and was already very famous, Roland didn't think it was enough.
There was a qualitative difference between being the first to establish a guild and being the "first" guild.
So … Schuck had to be famous.
And now, as a high-ranking Saint Samurai, and now a Dragon Knight, and also quite handsome, he had a proper reputation.
It would be a pity to let Schuck continue to be idle.
After that, Roland pinged Schuck in the guild.
"Dragon Knight, I think it's better to call you Yin Zhiping in the future."
"Get lost! I'm very annoyed right now. Although I found the Little Fire Dragon Princess, I'm also in trouble now. The Red Dragon Clan said that they would teach me a lesson. "
"After all, you kidnapped the princess. Hmm, do you need help?"
Then, Li Lin, Husseret, and other friends also said that they would go and help immediately.
At this point, Schuck didn't talk anymore. About two hours later, he reentered the guild system.
Schuck said, "That's unnecessary. The pope has taken care of it for me. The Goddess also gave an oracle, saying that if the Red Dragons wanted to cause trouble, the church could immediately launch a crusade against the Red Dragons. She allowed it. "
Roland gasped. "Damn, isn't your Goddess of Light too fond of you?"
It was just a war, yet she just started it. This goddess had such a bad temper.
Schuck said, "He does love all the Saint Samurai. It feels so good to have someone to rely on. Becoming a Saint Samurai is indeed the right choice. "
Roland said, "If there's nothing else, I'll do something else. By the way, I've already made a name for you. Don't you need to thank me? "
Schuck: "?????"
Roland chuckled and turned off the guild system.
The next day, eight Mage players from Silver Wings joined the Magic Tower.
With them joining and learning from each other, the magic apprentices made much faster progress than before.
The Magic Tower became lively because of this.
Most magic apprentices had a strong sense of hierarchy. Under normal circumstances, only Vivian dared to talk to Roland, so Roland spent most of his time studying magic alone.
Although he liked peace, he would get bored if he stayed quiet for too long.
The players, on the other hand, didn't care about hierarchy. When they were tired from practicing magic, they would find someone to talk to.
Naturally, Roland was one of their conversation partners.
And Roland also liked to chat with them during his breaks. After all, they were all on the same side.
Their worldviews were very close, and there were many jokes that only the players themselves understood.
For example, Vivian was called "Secretary" by the players. Although she didn't quite know what "Secretary" meant, she thought it was a nickname after hearing the players call her that, so she acquiesced.
She had no idea that the word "Secretary" had another meaning.
Five more days passed like this, and then an uninvited guest came to Delpon.
In fact, they weren't exactly uninvited guests, but rather old acquaintances.
Bard came to the Magic Tower again with the reward from the headquarters.
This time, Bard wasn't as arrogant as last time.
When he approached the Magic Tower, he said to the people behind him, "You wait here. I'll go up and deliver the visitation."
Apart from Bard, there were two other children from rich families who were sent here to "freeload." They were quite surprised to hear that.
But before they entered Delpon, Bard emphasized again and again, "When you come to the Magic Tower, don't do anything unnecessary. Just watch quietly and don't talk. Just listen to my arrangements."
Their families weren't as rich as Bard's, so they could only listen.
It was one thing to follow orders, but it was another to have doubts in their hearts.
Arriving at the Magic Tower, Bard looked at the white building that wasn't too tall and felt a little scared.
There were four Magic Towers in the capital of Hollevin, all of which were much taller and larger than this one.
But he just felt that this Magic Tower was much more intimidating than the four in the capital.
He handed his name card to the guard, and the guard received it with trepidation. Then, he ran up the magic tower.
However, before the guards could inform Roland, three Mage players had already come down to watch the fun.
Because the players had higher stats, they could do whatever they wanted with their undying bodies even though they weren't very talented. So, the players progressed much faster than the NPC magic apprentices.
The two Mage players who came down were level two and level three. In the eyes of NPCs, they were already powerful official Mages.
Bard didn't know that they were also players, but he sensed that their magic was as good as his. He was greatly surprised.
Roland was too good at teaching. It hadn't been long, and he had already raised two official Mages.
Then, he became even more solemn.
After returning to the capital, he had been collecting information about Delpon.
When he learned that Roland and the other three had killed the mayor of Delpon with hundreds of old and weak people, his jaw was almost dislocated.
"This is too much." A sense of confusion arose in Bard's heart.
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