Hearing that Roland was leaving, Vivian was tempted to say that she would go with him.
But on second thought, she realized that both the Magic Tower and the manor needed someone to supervise them. Since Roland had entrusted such an important task to her, it meant that she was indeed someone he trusted.
She felt much happier when she thought about that.
Roland continued, "To prevent you from being bullied, White Amber will stay by your side to protect and assist you. Also, it has the ability of mental communication and can talk to me over a long distance. If anything happens, tell me, and I'll find a way to come back in time."
Vivian nodded, indicating that she understood.
It was true that she couldn't convince everyone on her own.
But with the addition of White Amber, the situation was completely different.
The level of a magic pet was tied to its Mage master, which meant that White Amber was level five too. It didn't look very strong, but it was only slightly weaker than Roland and could crush regular magic apprentices and low-level Warriors. Vivian and White Amber might not be unbelievably strong, but at least in Delpon, there were only three players who were stronger than her.
Vivian thought for a moment and asked, "When are you leaving?"
"The day after tomorrow."
"Then I'll make some delicious food in the manor tomorrow to see you off."
Roland smiled and said, "Thank you."
Although Vivian only made pastries from the game world or some simple baked goods, the taste was actually not bad. Of course, it wasn't delicious, but it was still better than the food sold in hotels or inns outside.
Vivian smiled happily and went downstairs with White Amber in her arms.
The girl was so happy because the way they talked to each other made her feel like a wife who made food for her husband.
Her heart was racing.
After the girl left, the room became quiet again.
Roland began to think about things in reality.
Because of the oxygen intoxication, his head was dizzy in reality. Whenever he thought about a problem, he would feel a throbbing pain in his brain.
Also, he was very sleepy, which was why he fell asleep almost immediately after he climbed into the virtual cabin.
So, he could only think about the problems he encountered during the day in the game.
What was that mass of energy exactly?
Incense?
Spiritual energy?
Or … the magic elements in reality?
No matter what it was, it had an effect on the body. At this moment, Roland was glad that he didn't grab the ball of energy until it was very small.
If he ran over when he was the size of a basketball, he would probably faint on the beam and fall from a height of several meters. Even if he didn't die, he would be crippled.
Roland tapped the table with his right index finger.
The result of the doctor's examination was' oxygen intoxication '.
In other words, that thing caused him to have physiological changes that were extremely similar to his symptoms, which caused the doctor to misdiagnose him.
Also … it might not necessarily be a misdiagnosis.
That thing was rampaging in his body, producing a chemical reaction with his blood or some other body substance, producing excessive oxygen in his body … Or, there was another possibility.
That thing directly replaced the role of oxygen in the body and expelled oxygen out, causing the body to have excessive oxygen content.
However, Roland found it hilarious when he thought of that.
The human body had long been accustomed to using oxygen to transport and exchange energy, so how could it be so easily replaced?
In general, Roland felt that the first guess was more likely.
When that thing took effect in the body, it would react with certain substances in the body and produce a large amount of oxygen.
But what exactly was that thing?
Back to the original question.
Roland thought for a moment, and because he didn't have enough information, he felt that all three options seemed to be possible.
But in any case, whether it was spiritual power, incense, or magic power, it was still a kind of energy after all.
What he had to do was to wait until his body was better in reality after the game was over, and then try to see if he could find such energy in other places.
But he was somewhat frustrated after thinking for a moment. The next ancestral worship in his family would be held in a year, and if he set his eyes on someone else's ancestral hall, it would also be half a year later … The Tomb Sweeping Day was about half a year later.
He heaved a long sigh.
I'm so upset. I'll do some magic experiments for a change of mood.
Magic experiments were fun for a while, and they would always be fun.
After the fun, it would be time for the game to end for the day. Roland climbed out of the immersive cabin and stretched himself. Then, he nimbly jumped out of the immersive cabin sideways.
He suddenly froze after taking two steps.
In the game, he had looked it up online. The symptoms of oxygen intoxication were drowsiness and weakness all over the body, and it was impossible to recover without sleeping for a few days.
But now … he felt abnormally active and in a good state, and the sleepiness he felt when he first woke up had disappeared without a trace.
He went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror.
The young man's face in the mirror had become even whiter, not the kind of pale, but jade white.
And his lips, which had been dark red, had turned pink.
It was a bit effeminate.
F * ck!
This effect appeared in one night?
What the hell was that energy?
Roland felt a bit of a headache. He washed his face, but after washing it, it seemed to be even whiter.
Well, so white that it was a bit disgusting.
Roland couldn't accept his new image for a while.
He sighed in the bathroom for a long time before he rode a public bike to the saber arts club unhappily.
Qi Shaoqiu stood at the entrance of the saber arts club with his Jiatianxia cigarette that seemed to last for ten thousand years in his mouth, leaning against the wall and posing with his arms crossed.
Roland, who was riding the bike, stopped in front of him, looked him up and down for a moment, and laughed. "You're in a good mood, pretending to be cool here!"
Qi Shaoqiu rolled his eyes at Roland and stood up straight. "You make it sound so bad, can't you let me show off a little?"
"What the hell makes you so happy?"
"Does the addition of four students count?"
"Four, shouldn't it be five?" Roland was a little surprised.
"There's a guy named Beta who didn't join our saber arts club," Qi Shaoqiu said rather regretfully. "He said he had to go to school and was often out, so he didn't join."
Roland put down the bike and said to him, "Congratulations."
"I know those are your friends, thank you very much."
"Don't thank me." Roland waved his hand. "It was all paid for by Li Lin, that tycoon."
Qi Shaoqiu nodded. "I know. But I'm a person who believes in fate … If you hadn't come here to learn saber arts, Li Lin wouldn't have come, and if he hadn't come, your friends wouldn't have joined. So the source of everything is still you. "
"It's just a few people. Although there are hundreds of thousands of tuition fees, you can't guarantee that people will come in the future." Roland shook his head. "So I don't want to take credit for this."
Qi Shaoqiu chuckled. "You don't understand. When a training hall started to gain popularity, it would attract even more people to it. You guys practice here every day, and soon you'll bring me new students. It's just like when I taught my relatives' children martial arts during the summer vacation and lured you here. "
Because school started, those kids didn't have time and gradually stopped coming.
This was Qi Shaoqiu's hope. His saber arts club had been open for more than a year, and now there were finally a few more real students. Now that he was satisfied, Roland naturally wouldn't say anything to spoil the mood.
"Then I wish you more students in the future." Roland clasped his hands and congratulated him like a pugilist.
Qi Shaoqiu also clasped his hands and laughed. "Thank you … Wait."
He suddenly let out a strange cry and looked at Roland for a while, then widened his eyes and said, "You've actually gotten started?"
"What do you mean?" Roland froze. "Saber arts? I got started a long time ago, and in a few months, I'll be able to defeat you. "
"No, I'm a Daoist's Nourishment of Life." Qi Shaoqiu circled around Roland and clicked his tongue. "You feel similar to my sister now, both with a kind of sage-like whiteness."
Was this considered getting started?
Ah, that was right! Night Tide Sand was also very white, too white to be normal, but it didn't feel out of place.
Was that the case?
Had Night Tide Sand also absorbed that strange energy ball?
"I'm getting started, what other strange phenomena will there be next?" Roland asked.
Qi Shaoqiu waved his hand vigorously. "I don't know, I haven't practiced it, go ask my sister."
Roland hummed and went to the kitchen next to the iron shed, opened the door, and saw the tall and slender Night Tide Sand busy in front of the stove.
There was a faint fragrance of osmanthus in the kitchen … It was clearly not the season for osmanthus to bloom.
Hearing the voice, Night Tide Sand turned around, saw it was Roland, and showed a faint smile. "Coming! Sit down, breakfast is about to be ready … Hmm, you're getting started? "
Night Tide Sand's smile was the same as before, but in the latter half of the sentence, Night Tide Sand's expression showed a rare expression of surprise.
It was the first time Roland had seen such an expression, and for a moment, he felt that Night Tide Sand seemed a little cute.
"I don't know, I should be getting started." Roland thought about it and said, "I went to worship my ancestors yesterday, then felt a surge of energy in the ancestral hall, so I absorbed some … Hmm, what's wrong?"
At this time, Night Tide Sand's expression changed drastically, and she rushed over, pressed down on Roland's left hand, and began to feel his pulse with a panicked expression.
After a moment, her expression gradually calmed down, and then she looked at Roland's surprised expression, and then, as if she had taken a hot piece of iron, she threw Roland's hand aside.
"You're deliberately scaring me?"
Her face was a little red, and although she tried to make a cold expression, her expression and her tone sounded like she was acting coquettishly.
Roland shook his head. "I'm not scaring you, I really did feel a mass of energy when I was worshiping my ancestors yesterday …"
Night Tide Sand patted his palm lightly, which didn't hurt at all, and then said, "Didn't I write it in my notes? Don't go to places with heavy yin energy, and practice techniques when there's thunder, it's easy to have problems. "
Oh … Roland thought for a moment and decided not to talk about the energy ball anymore.
He stood up, walked to the window, and found that his friends hadn't come yet, so he asked, "Didn't you tell Li Lin and the others that there's breakfast here?"
"In the future, only the first student, that is, you, can eat breakfast here." Night Tide Sand's expression and demeanor returned to indifference as she brought the extremely good-looking Five Color Porridge to Roland and said slowly, "There will be more and more people in the future, and I can't make breakfast for so many people, so only you have this privilege."
Roland was a little smug after hearing this. "Then don't I make a profit? Hehe, Schuck, Li Lin, and the others will be envious to death. "
The corner of Night Tide Sand's mouth twitched, and she sighed without a trace.
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