Li Lin, a rich young master, would invest a lot of money in any game.
He was the best of his friends at games that piled up numbers. But he wasn't good at competitive games, which were particularly impulsive. For example, in League of Legends, he would charge at the enemy whenever he saw it, regardless of whether it was bait or if there were enemies in the bushes around him.
Every time he played a new game with his brothers, the first thing he did was to invest money.
This time was no exception.
Hearing Schuck say that he didn't want his money, Li Lin said unhappily, "We grew up together. Is it fun to talk like this? Among our brothers, I hate you the most. You're polite to me every time. You're not giving me face. "
Li Lin slapped the table hard, his face red. "Is this necessary? Ah, is it necessary? "
"Okay, okay, don't get worked up." Schuck patted Li Lin on the shoulder and said, "Thirteen thousand gold coins. I'll sell ten to you first, okay? You can transfer it to my shop's account later. "
Li Lin calmed down and said, "That's more like it."
In fact, both Schuck and Roland knew that Li Lin was a little self-abased, especially in front of Schuck.
Although he was a rich young master, he joined the army after only finishing high school.
Then, his first girlfriend cheated on him when he joined the army. He asked for leave from the army during the Spring Festival to surprise his girlfriend, but it turned out to be an adulterer.
After returning from the army two years later, he had a few girlfriends, none of whom lasted more than four months.
And he loved to compare himself with Schuck since he was a child, in terms of popularity, performance … After a lot of competition, Li Lin finally realized that he only had more money than Schuck.
Then he felt inferior. That feeling of despair was incomprehensible to outsiders.
In fact, none of his childhood friends would underestimate him. They all lived in the same yard when they were young, and although they lived a little farther apart when they grew up, it was still no more than a half-hour bus ride away.
Playing together since childhood, this group of people were better than brothers even if they weren't.
Betta watched the interaction of his three friends quietly. He felt that it was an eye-opener.
So this was what it was like to have brothers and friends.
Two hours later, Roland returned to his home.
He opened the forum and took a look. He found that his post had become a hot topic, and there was a huge commotion.
The Warlock and the Mage were arguing.
The Warlocks insisted that, according to the comparison of talent, the magic damage of Warlocks should be much higher than that of Mages. Mages should be able to master a large number of spells, adapt to combat, and be more flexible.
But the current situation was that the mages could freely adjust the power of their spells, and the power of the spells they used when drawing on a large amount of mana was frighteningly strong.
In the video that Roland uploaded, the level-one derivative spell of Fireball was probably as powerful as a high-level AOE spell.
At this time, a small fireball from a Warlock of the same rank couldn't even blow up a slightly bigger tree.
This should be a bug. Hopefully, the game studio can fix it.
The mages, on the other hand, said that it was not a bug that mages sacrificed the right to cast spells automatically in exchange for the right to freely modify and use magic.
There was also a group of Kitchen Knife professions who wished for the world to be in chaos, causing a ruckus.
In less than half a day, almost the entire forum was arguing about this matter.
As for Roland, who was at the center of the vortex, he received more than twenty thousand dollars in tips and … hundreds of malicious reports accusing him of maliciously spreading bugs in the game.
Looking at the red and green lines of tips and reports in his system notification bar, Roland felt that his balls were hurting.
If he had known this would happen, he wouldn't have posted the video. He had only intended to give the mages some confidence, but he ended up poking a hornet's nest.
It would have been better to make a fortune in silence.
The game officials reacted quickly. By evening, an announcement about the matter was published on the official website.
Still in the most sincere tone, the message was expressed in the most dominating manner.
"All the settings of the game are very reasonable. If you think that the mages are strong, you are welcome to train yourself. It doesn't matter even if all the mages are mages. We'll even be happy. "
The Warlocks trembled in fury when the announcement came out, and then the mages all seemed to have won a battle.
Roland was relieved too.
Although he was a bit masochistic, he really liked the current rules for mages. It was very difficult and interesting.
Spells had to be learned with intelligence, not something that could be learned with a ding. That would be too boring.
Late at night, Roland entered the game again.
This time, he planned to learn Language Proficiency first.
The mathematical model of Language Proficiency had been copied from the forum.
However, after he opened the spell model of Language Proficiency and glanced at it, he immediately closed it again.
It was too complicated. The dense magic nodes were enough to make one's blood freeze. Those who had trypophobia might have gone crazy on the spot.
For a moment, Roland even wondered if he was really suited to be a mage.
But as soon as he thought about it, he began to study the model of Language Proficiency again.
The following days were rather uneventful.
He mined and studied magic blueprints in his spare time, and when he was bored, he went to the maple forest to practice with the giant spiders.
After several battles, he had grasped the ratio of magic power output. Also, he soon discovered that the level-zero trick of Hand of Magic could be used as an extension of his two arms as long as he increased the magic power output.
As long as he concentrated enough, he could precisely control it to hold the giant spider down and then stuff a mediocre fireball into its mouth.
It simply exploded.
It saved both time and effort.
It was true that controlling the field was what a real elegant mage should do.
This inadvertent attempt opened Roland's mind.
After that, a lot of strange magic derivative skills appeared.
For example, Hand of Magic could be transformed into two Poison Dragon Drill Magic Spears after he gathered the magic power nodes. Since he didn't have a comparison, he didn't know how good they were in melee combat, but he could easily skewer the giant spiders with them.
For example, he could turn the Ice Ring skill into an Ice Ring Blade … As for the power, although it was average, it could cut through the legs and break the tendons, making the control effect of the Ice Ring even more prominent.
For example, Hypnosis could be used to catch fish. A large area of effect Hypnosis would cause a large number of fish to fall to the bottom of the lake and stop moving, allowing people to dive in and catch them.
While he was happily playing with magic, more than ten days had passed unknowingly.
The semi-annual market of Red Mountain Town was held today.
Beta followed the farmer from Roguetown and found Roland, appearing in front of him.
In the game, Betta had blonde hair, blue eyes, and luxurious clothes. He had the air of a superior, and ordinary villagers didn't dare to approach him.
"This is the effect of an innate skill. I was born to be a noble. " Seeing Roland's confusion, Betta explained and continued, "Brother Roland, I found a quest that I'd like to share with you."
Roland was confused. "A quest?"
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