More than half an hour later, the six gangsters' faces were swollen and bruised. They supported each other and left with faint sobbing sounds. His back view was bleak and sorrowful, looking very miserable.
"Quest accomplished. EXP + 137. Reputation in Red Mountain Town + 10."
"You have reached level three. Your attributes have been increased."
Looking at the two notifications, Roland felt that he had eaten a ginseng fruit. Every pore on his body felt extremely comfortable. The happiest thing in life was to vent one's stress and gain enough benefits.
Betta said, "I've reached level two. I thought that I'd have to grind the giant spiders for another few weeks, but these people came to us to give us quest EXP. They're literally giving us' money '. If we can do this a few more times, we'll probably reach level five very soon. "
That was a classic case of greed. Roland smiled and said, "More than half of the people in the town saw us beating them up. Although we're punishing evil for the people, we'll still leave a violent impression on them. If we do this a few more times, chances are that we'll turn from 'dragon slayers' into 'evil dragons'. "
Betta thought for a moment and agreed. "That's true."
Then, they turned around, only to see the admiration in the eyes of the children.
The six gangsters had been domineering in Red Mountain Town for so long because they seemed to be related to the mayor.
Most of the residents dared not piss them off. If Falken hadn't been around, they would've been even more arrogant. However, now that Falken was getting older and less and less nosy, they became more and more domineering.
After being taught a lesson today, they probably wouldn't be so arrogant for a long time.
Most of the children were from poor families. They had been bullied by those gangsters or seen them bully other people in the past. The world of children could be very extreme. They were either scared of nothing, or scared to the point that their personality would be affected in the future.
The adults did not dare to do anything to the six gangsters, but the children were naturally scared of them too. However, Roland and Betta's actions just now told them that there was another way to deal with it other than fear and tolerance.
Children's ability to imitate was very strong, and the imitation of the behavior and character of their idols was even more deeply rooted in the bones and blood of every young child.
Nowadays, the children were enjoying staying by the lake more and more. Most of them were learning basic military swordsmanship with Betta.
There were also some who wanted to learn magic from Roland … but unfortunately, Roland tried to teach them, but none of them could sense the so-called magic elements.
In the end, all the children went to learn military swordsmanship with Betta.
Roland was relieved as well. He had the potential to study the level-two spell, Language Proficiency.
The dense magic nodes were a headache. Betta could use Language Proficiency. Roland once asked him about his spellcasting experience.
As a result, Betta opened his hands and said, "Dragon Disciple Warlocks don't need casting experience. They only need to recite the skills that appear in their skill bar in their head. Therefore, I don't have any experience to talk about. "
Well, he still had to rely on himself.
Days passed. During the day, Roland went to the boxing club to stretch and do some simple warm-ups. At night, he stayed in the game.
Now, his daily routine was quite regular. Unknowingly, the slight lack of energy he had felt in the past had disappeared. However, in the real world, there was a strange feeling of suffocation.
It was not physical, but psychological.
He felt that something was missing in the air.
However, the feeling was still vague. He didn't pay much attention to it. He thought that it was because the air in the game was too fresh and the air in modern society was muddy in comparison.
A dozen days passed in the blink of an eye. During this time, Roland and Betta hunted more than sixty giant spiders, but there were still a lot of spiders in the maple forest.
It was because the maple forest was too large. Also, after the spiders on this side were gone, the giant spiders would migrate from the other side of the mountain. There was also a huge maple forest on that side.
It was a good thing that the giant spiders were endless. At least, the children would have enough meat for now. However, Roland frowned.
He and Betta would leave the town one day. What would happen to the village after that? It seemed that the giant spiders couldn't be killed off yet. The town would still be threatened by the giant spiders.
By the lake, Betta was still "playing" with the children. Some of the more talented children had already grasped the basic movements of basic military swordsmanship. Betta was practicing with them.
Of course, it wasn't one-on-one. Betta was dealing with five children at the same time.
The blond, blue-eyed, good-looking young noble stood in the middle, waving his wooden stick and deflecting the wooden sticks that were attacking him. The attacks of the five children were quite impressive. When they attacked together, most adults really had no way to fight back, but Betta could easily parry their attacks.
Even when the stick was attacked from behind, he could dodge it or turn around and guide it to the other side.
Would this kind of training have any effect? Of course it was! At least, Roland could tell that Betta's movements were steadier and faster.
Betta was growing, but Roland's magic research was stuck.
Language Proficiency was far more complicated than he had expected. There were already 372 magic nodes.
The amount of experimental data in the mathematical model was so large that he couldn't use a memo in the game to record it all.
Roland was rather bummed that things weren't going his way.
Sitting on the railing, he watched Betta happily feeding with the children by the lake.
The sun was setting, and smoke was rising above the town. Frogs were croaking, and the sound of trees and trees was passing his ears now and then.
Roland took a deep breath.
It shouldn't be like this. Life here was so peaceful and beautiful, but he was so upset. It was too inappropriate.
He was about to try again, when a dull bell suddenly tolled at the Church of Life halfway up the hill.
Three tolls. Every one of them seemed to be shaking everybody's heart.
All the townspeople put down their work and walked slowly up the hillside in silence.
The children quieted down too. They seemed to be at a loss and looked at the Church of Life far away.
Betta was confused. He walked to Roland and asked, "What's going on? An emergency meeting? "
Roland vaguely guessed what was going on. He lowered his eyes and shook his head.
At this moment, a child lowered his head and looked at his feet. He said in disappointment, "Every time the bell tolls twice, someone in the town will be buried in the back of the hill."
Betta asked in surprise, "What about three times?"
"I don't know," the child replied softly.
The children didn't know, but the residents did.
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