Roland had always felt that he had a responsibility to make it easier for new Mages to get started on the path of learning magic.
He intended to give this newcomer some advice, but when he clicked on it, he found that he didn't need to say anything at all.
The enthusiastic players had already given the answer.
This was a lucky guy who got a virtual cabin from a court auction.
It cost more than four million.
He heard that Mages were very powerful, that there was a big shot who wiped out half a guild and tore down a city gate by himself, and then he specially found a video to watch. Sure enough, he was overwhelmed with emotion and couldn't control himself.
In the post, he asked how to become a strong Mage like that big shot.
"If you think you're talented, full intelligence growth and mental power of 6. But I still suggest you go the 7, 5, 9, 7, 5 balanced point addition method. Friends who have used it all say it's good. It can save you a lot of detours. It was created by the big shot you mentioned. Even O 'Neal, the data expert, praised it. "
"Why can't I choose the 10, 6 point addition method? That big shot should be adding points this way. "
"Why? Because there are thousands of Mages, and there's only one Roland. "
"Maybe I can do it too."
"Hahaha, there are many people who think so, but there's still only one Roland."
"To the one above, just let him try. How will you know how ordinary you are if you don't try! "
Seeing this, Roland closed the post.
Because he was a little embarrassed to read it.
Then, by accident, he saw another post.
"We have established ourselves on the outskirts of Sicilia. Comrades who are willing to overthrow this rotten world, please come and fight with us."
Roland frowned and clicked into the post.
The content of the post was all practical. First, it talked about how they reclaimed a piece of fertile land in the forest outside of this important commercial town, built many bungalows, cultivated wheat fields, and established a clean water source. Now they had also roped in a lot of NPCs and were teaching them what slavery was, what a feudal system was, what advanced productivity concepts were, and so on.
These NPCs were the sparks of the future.
And they needed more players to act as "instructors" and guides to expand their cause.
The replies below the post were quite polarized.
There were many supporters, and there were also many non-supporters, about half and half.
"It's quite interesting, count me in."
"Are you crazy? It's just a game. Why are you trying to reform it?"
'Everyone has to have some ideals. There will always be something crazy for once. I think it's very interesting. I'm willing to join.'
"Don't joke around. A game is a game. Don't cause so much trouble."
I remember that this player posted a similar post before. It's only been three months, and he's already built his secret base.
He was very mobile.
However, Roland still wasn't optimistic about their behavior. The other side had the upper hand in terms of productivity and combat, and they even had a god.
At Falken's funeral, Roland saw an angel descending from the sky and realized that there were gods in this world.
The reforms would topple even the Celestial Capital. Would they just stand by and watch?
Even if he didn't come down personally and sent a few Divine Princes down, not many people would be able to stop them.
Roland was now one of the top combat forces among the players. He knew all too well how useful high-end combat forces were in battles or on the battlefield.
He thought about it and didn't leave a message.
Then, he flipped through other threads.
About three hours later, the sun rose.
Roland had breakfast with Kaka on the first floor, and then went to another Archmage's Magic Tower.
As it turned out … the Archmage wasn't there.
Roland shrugged and was about to leave the Magic Tower and return to the street, when he unexpectedly saw a black-robed man dragging a little girl on the ground by her hair.
The little girl screamed miserably, but the moment she screamed, the black-robed man immediately turned around and punched her in the head. Roland heard it even from far away.
Very soon, a stream of blood flowed down from the little girl's head.
The black-robed man was dressed like a Thief who liked to move in the shadows.
There were many people on the street, and many people were watching, but none of them went up to stop him.
Roland sighed and walked up, standing in front of the black-robed man.
Such things happened a lot in this world. It was the norm. The strong preyed on the weak.
Roland told himself many times that he couldn't care less.
But seeing this scene, he couldn't help but stand out.
Seeing Roland standing in front of him, the black-robed man was stunned and asked, "Sir, what's the meaning of this?"
Roland observed him for a moment. "What exactly do you mean by abusing this little girl?"
Huh? The black-robed man looked at Roland's attire and said with a smile, "Sir, do you like this peasant?"
"That's not what I mean."
"Then it doesn't matter. I'll give her to you." The black-robed man's face was hidden in the shadow of the hood, but there was an obvious sarcastic smile at the corner of his mouth. "Just think of it as making a friend."
After the man finished speaking, he pulled the little girl's hair hard and threw her directly in front of Roland.
The girl rolled at Roland's feet, her eyes closed, already unconscious.
And this little girl's body was bruised everywhere.
Roland's face gradually turned cold.
"A warm-hearted Master Mage? How rare. " The black-robed man smiled, but then his expression gradually became solemn. "Wait, you're a Golden Son?"
The black-robed man finally realized that Roland's temperament and expression seemed to be very different from that of a normal person.
"So what if I am?" Roland asked lightly.
The black-robed man took a deep breath. "Sorry, I didn't mean to anger you, and I don't want to be your enemy."
The black-robed man slowly retreated, and after a few meters away, he turned into a black shadow and slithered away directly on the ground like a snake.
He looked a little disheveled.
Roland looked at the little girl on the ground, the blood flowing from her head already beginning to thicken. He sighed, picked up the little girl, and walked in the direction of the Church of Life.
The Church of Life was on the street not far from the palace and occupied a large piece of land.
The main body of the church building was about thirty meters high, and the gate was fifteen meters high.
Many commoners and believers knelt under the church, but they didn't dare or couldn't approach the church.
Only nobles and powerful professionals could enter and exit the church.
Roland carried the little girl in, and immediately a priest in a white robe with green edges greeted him. He looked at Roland, then at the little girl, and asked kindly, "Do you need treatment?"
Roland nodded.
The male priest brushed aside the little girl's hair, looked at the wound, and said, "It's not a serious injury. A silver coin will do."
Roland laid the little girl flat on the altar and took out a silver coin.
The male priest sprinkled a green light on the little girl's forehead. Then he said, "She won't wake up for about half an hour."
Roland had to sit down on a nearby bench and wait quietly.
A black shadow moved along the corner of the street, entered an alley, and then crawled in through a crack in the door of a certain house.
Inside was a large warehouse, and a dozen similarly dressed black-robed men were also gathered there.
The snake-shaped shadow turned back into a human form. He looked at the only sitting black-robed man and said, "Boss, the target has been stolen."
"Who dares to steal from the Shadow Assassins Guild?"
"A Golden Son."
"F * ck, these damn monsters from other planes always come to ruin our business. How many times has it been this month? "
"Boss, I don't think we can be so high-profile in the future. Isn't it good to be a rat again? Those Golden Sons dare to kill even the mayor. If they see us doing things in broad daylight, they'll definitely come to hinder us. "
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