Although the reputation of the Golden Sons seemed to have declined a lot because of Sisilia's incident, the reputation of the Golden Sons rose instead because of the fall of the Legendary Swordsman.
In particular, the Church of the God of War didn't make trouble for the Golden Sons because of the fall of the Legendary Swordsman, which made all of Hollevin, all of the other churches, as well as other major countries in the human world, and even distant non-human countries, such as the elves, dwarves, orcs, and so on, aware of the unreasonable group of Golden Sons.
And this exaggerated reputation was actually earned by a group of women.
This more or less made many male players blush.
After all, there had always been a trend on the forum that although there were individual outstanding female players, on average, they had poor combat awareness, weak fighting will, timidity, and so on.
As a result, this group of girls that they looked down on did something great.
Those who said that the girls had no fighting ability were immediately silenced, and even if someone occasionally used the sea of summoned beasts, they would be rebuked by other male players.
Also thanks to this incident, the Phoenix Guild's reputation soared, and a large number of female players joined.
The number of people skyrocketed from three hundred to more than five hundred in just a few days, and there were still a large number of female players waiting in line. The guild's reviewers were so busy that their hair was about to fall off.
Because to join the Phoenix Guild, one had to be female and an Elven Summoner, and the higher the Summoner's Charm, the stronger and more numerous the summoned beasts, so … the Phoenix Guild was full of beauties.
As one of the three bug-like professions, Summoners usually had two or three resident summoned beasts to protect them, and in battle, they could summon a large number of temporary summoned beasts to fight. They had the specialties of scouting, guarding, attacking, and so on.
At the same time, female players liked to team up for courage, so the girls of the Phoenix Guild usually traveled in teams of five. As long as they fought, they would use at least three to four hundred units of summoned beasts to drown the opponent, and if the five were stronger, the number would be a thousand.
What was more, these summoned beasts were not all cannon fodder, and there were many summoned beasts with special functions mixed in.
For example, there were those who could heal, those who could attack, and some who could sneak attack.
Roland also helped them improve the Activation spell, and many girls used Core Summoning, a Summoner's unique specialty, to contract the activated Ancient Trees of War or Ancient Trees of Wisdom as their own summoned beasts.
The Natal Summon Beast could help its master absorb all the damage.
The vitality of the two ancient trees was slightly higher than that of top Warriors of the same level, and they could continue to grow slightly as the level of the Summoner increased.
In other words, the current Elven Summoners had no weaknesses in all aspects.
In order to deal with an Elven Summoner, the only way was to suppress the Elven Summoner in terms of combat power. It was impossible to assassinate or poison the Elven Summoner.
If he wanted to crush a Summoner's combat power, he had to be at least three to five levels higher than the Summoner.
And this was only for players, with high attribute growth. If it were professionals in this world, they would probably need to reach Level 5 to 7.
Now, after the fall of the Legendary Swordsman, the Golden Sons became more and more famous, and female Golden Sons were more popular. In the mercenary market, there was already a situation where those employers would leave a special message on the mission board: "If a female Golden Son takes this mission, the reward can be increased by another 50%."
If he encountered competition, he would prioritize female Golden Sons.
Not only did the female Summoners steal the business of the native mercenaries, but they also stole the business of the male players.
Just in the half a month that Roland devoted himself to magic, the atmosphere on the forum changed greatly.
It turned out that the players on the forum liked to frame Roland and Schuck, saying that the two of them broke the balance.
But Roland and Schuck were only one, and the number of Elven Summoners was now almost over a thousand.
A female player was almost an Elven Summoner.
It seriously ruined the gaming experience of other players.
For an epic quest, male players had to consider the coordination of the tank, damage, support, and so on when forming a team.
But Elven Summoners didn't have to. In a team of five, hundreds of summoned beasts were mindless.
They could take on all mercenary quests and complete them quickly. They brought their own mounts and came and went like the wind.
Originally, the average level of female players was on the low side, but since the profession of Elven Summoner was discovered, their growth rate far exceeded that of male players.
Now their average level was already vaguely higher than that of male players.
After another month, the male players couldn't take it anymore. Most of the people on the entire forum were denouncing the profession of Elven Summoner, urging the officials to weaken the abilities of Elven Summoners.
Of course … now these protesting players had learned their lesson and no longer said anything about quitting the game if they didn't change their profession.
Because the officials really weren't afraid of them quitting the game.
The female players, on the other hand, hardly spoke, and there was no telling whether it was organized or spontaneous. Anyway, no female player "disagreed" with the protesting male players on the forum, probably with the intention of not making a fuss and keeping a low profile to make a fortune.
In the midst of this tumultuous farce, Roland felt great.
He could finally be invisible.
Every time he went on the forum, he would see new posts talking about him. At first, he felt a little fresh and proud, but after reading more, he would feel a little annoyed.
Now that he was browsing the forum, he could finally calmly watch the drama without being disliked.
The players argued on the forum for nearly a month, and in the end, there was no official announcement in this regard. The male players knew what the officials meant.
Since they couldn't beat them, they might as well join them.
Unfortunately, only female players could take the profession of Elven Summoner, and male players could only be ordinary Summoners.
They were also very strong, but … they were lacking in terms of looks.
The summoned beasts of Elven Summoners were unicorns, flower demons, fairies, vine queens, deer girls, and other relatively beautiful creatures. Even the animals were celestial wolves, rainbow magic ponies, silver-bladed leopards, and other domineering creatures.
Ordinary Summoners, on the other hand, summoned bears, porcupines, rotten mud monsters, skeletons, zombies, death knights, and other things that weren't attractive at all.
Even the undead summoned beasts responsible for the main damage output were completely subdued by the two holy types of summoned beasts, unicorns and rainbow ponies.
Male Summoners were extremely strong against other professions, but when they encountered Elven Summoners, they were just cannon fodder.
After being beaten up badly by girls, some male Summoners cried on the forum that what they summoned was ugly and weak, and what if they couldn't beat girls?
This made the Demon Warlock players laugh uncontrollably, and they jokingly posted on the forum that male Summoners might as well become Warlocks. Although most demons were ugly, with a beautiful succubus to accompany you for life, what was there to be dissatisfied about?
Now there was almost no news about Roland on the forum, and it was all about Elven Summoners and male Summoners.
Almost all the players deliberately didn't talk about what happened in Sisilia. It wasn't that they forgot, but that they deliberately avoided it. It was just that some things would eventually be kept in their hearts and remembered for life.
The players had thought that by deliberately forgetting about it, it would gradually be forgotten and passed.
But they didn't expect that in the end, the pain would still erupt.
In the forum, a premium and "hot discussion" post appeared, and after clicking on it, it was a video.
A man whose face had been censored sobbed and kept apologizing, saying that they were too confident and that they had underestimated the power of the enemy's counterattack, causing a large number of natives to be killed, and that they knew their mistake and accepted their punishment. From now on, more than a thousand of them would no longer appear in the game and would directly quit.
At the end of his speech, he gasped and convulsed several times because he was too sad.
There wasn't much discussion below the post, just two neat words.
"Farewell!"
Roland closed the forum and let out a long sigh.
He wasn't in the mood to browse the forum, nor was he in the mood to conduct magic experiments.
According to the conclusion of the investigation by interested players, the month-long turmoil in Sisilia this time, including the people killed by the allied forces' clean-up squads, totaled to more than 900,000 civilians killed in total.
In fact, the number of civilians who were truly exposed to the advanced ideas of the players was less than 100,000.
In other words, 800,000 civilians died in vain.
But that wasn't important. What was important was that the gods felt that they had curbed the spread of "depraved ideas."
The player forums were surprisingly silent about this matter, but Roland knew that the more silent it was, the greater the internal power.
It was like the silence before a volcano was about to erupt.
… …
… …
It was another morning, when the sun was almost in the middle of the sky, when Andonara got out of bed and stretched. A good-looking maid came in and brought her some water to wash her face. She even helped her tie her hair into a beautiful braid.
The maid stroked her long, bright golden hair that was as smooth as silk and couldn't help but sigh. "My lady, how exactly do you take care of your hair? It's so beautiful, I'm so envious."
Andonara smiled slightly. She liked outsiders to call her "my lady," but she would call herself a queen in front of Roland.
Because she had always found that as long as she called herself a queen. Roland's excitement would obviously be much higher.
What a man on the outside, but she liked it.
After the maid helped her braid, Andonara got up and took off her clothes, revealing a beautiful body that 99.9999% of women would be ashamed to see. Then she found a loose set of home clothes in the closet and changed into them, asking, "Where's Roland?"
"Master should have gone to the Magic Tower. He reluctantly left a message for you to go find him after breakfast, my lady."
Oh.
Andonara responded with a grin, went downstairs with a smile, and sat down at the table.
She liked this kind of life. She could sleep as long as she wanted.
If she were still a caged bird in the royal family, she would have to get up before dawn. Although the service of the king would be done by the maids, she, as the queen, had to watch from the side.
Every day, she would follow the king to the council hall and then sit next to him as a mascot.
She would receive the secret, salty, or disdainful gazes of some ministers.
At night, she would have to wait on the king to take a bath, and the king had always been cold to her. She became queen because she wanted the most powerful man in all of Hollevin to protect her and give her more security.
But unexpectedly … the longer she stayed in the royal family, the less secure she became.
Except for a very few mentally strong, independent women, most women relied on external objects for security.
Some relied on money, and some relied on power.
And more women relied on men, and Andonara was in this majority.
At first, Andonara still attached her heart to the king, but after three or four years, she found that her choice was wrong. The king didn't care about her at all, and usually didn't even bother to talk to her.
Although Andonara was very strong, she was essentially just a little woman.
Her heart grew colder and colder.
Then she met Roland.
Unlike the king, although Roland was busy all day, Andonara felt very happy to stay by his side.
Because she knew that, unlike the king, Roland was the kind of man who wouldn't abandon her.
He wouldn't give her away as some political bargaining chip.
And he wouldn't keep an eye on her from time to time, considering the gains and losses of interests.
There were no strict guards here, and there was no supreme power, but staying here, staying by Roland's side, even if it was just eating and drinking, Andonara would feel very happy.
After breakfast, Andonara saw a few Golden Sons waiting outside the manor.
There were both men and women, and these people had come to find Andonara to change her profession to Great Swordsman.
Andonara waved her hand at them and said, "Come back in the afternoon, I have to go to the Magic Tower first."
The group of people sighed gloomily.
A male player said jealously, "She must be going to find Roland."
Andonara smiled at the male player and left straight away.
The male player looked like he was enchanted and didn't come back to himself for a long time.
The surrounding players looked at him and all smiled, especially the female Warrior players, whose smiles were even more ambiguous.
The male player stiffened his neck and said angrily, "What are you smiling at? I like village girls, so what?"
Everyone laughed even more.
Andonara came to the laboratory on the third floor of the Magic Tower, where Roland had been staying recently. She didn't know what he was doing.
Pushing the door in, she saw Roland standing in front of a table, seemingly admiring something.
She walked over quietly, trying to cover the man's eyes, but she only got halfway when she heard Roland say without looking back, "Stop hiding, come here."
Andonara wasn't a Rogue, and even if Roland was unconscious, there would be a weak circle of mental power around his body, so he would still be able to sense her slowly approaching.
Chuckling, Andonara walked to Roland's side and then found a blue longsword on the table in front of them.
With the keen intuition of a Warrior, Andonara immediately knew that this was quite a good weapon.
Although it wasn't as good as the Hero's Sword (Phoenix Sword) at home, it was quite good.
"This is?"
Andonara looked at Roland with bright eyes.
"This is for you." Roland smiled and said, "I know you don't really want to use the Phoenix Sword."
Andonara had always felt that she had stolen her uncle's Hero's Sword. In her heart, her uncle's family was the legitimate descendant of the Reed family, and she was just a side branch, so it was reasonable to say that she wasn't qualified to take the family heirloom.
"Really?"
Andonara immediately picked up the sword.
It felt very comfortable in her hand, and although it didn't feel as connected to her as the Phoenix Sword, it had a rather comfortable softness to her hand.
She casually swung it, and when the sword cut through the air, it actually didn't make any sound.
"This isn't an ordinary magic sword!" Andonara closed her eyes and felt it. She could now also use simple fire magic, and her mental power had also improved. She could feel things that she hadn't noticed before. "
"This is a magic sword," Roland explained. "A rather special weapon."
Andonara said rather excitedly, "How about I try it?"
Roland took two steps back and made a gesture of invitation.
Andonara casually waved her hand, and a blue sword aura directly cut the wooden dummies in the distance into two pieces.
"It's really not bad. It can improve the power of my magic and sword aura." Andonara was quite happy. Even if this sword wasn't as good as the Hero's Sword, as long as it was a gift from Betta, it was priceless in her heart.
Roland walked to Andonara's side, pointed to the blue blade of the magic sword, and said, "This sword, like the Phoenix Sword, has the ability to repair itself."
The Phoenix Sword was a sword made of phoenix blood, and the basic ability of the fire phoenix was to rise from the ashes, so it was tainted with the characteristic of automatic repair.
However, the automatic repair of the Phoenix Sword was limited, and it only had this effect in the hands of the Reed family.
Roland's magic sword, on the other hand, was the crystallization of pure technology and had no restrictions on the user.
"I like it very much." Andonara turned around and hugged Roland, kissed him happily, and said, "I'll go back now and return the Hero's Sword to Uncle."
Roland nodded.
After kissing Roland again, Andonara finally left the laboratory.
In the past two months, Roland had finally cracked the secret of the automatic repair technology.
Automatic repair was essentially an advanced causal magic, and there was no pattern to it. It didn't work at all to apply the data in mathematical modeling to analyze it.
He had to use intuition.
It was the kind where you kept trying to make or practice a certain magic, never succeeding, but never stopping, and then your mind slowly fell into an ethereal state, until one day, your brain suddenly had a flash of inspiration.
It was done!
Causal spells of the third level and above needed this kind of mysterious feeling.
It was very unscientific.
Roland was quite happy to see that Andonara liked the weapon, but then he put on a gloomy expression.
It was a waste of money.
The materials for the sword required money, and practicing and studying the automatic repair technology required a lot of advanced magic materials, which also required money.
The magic school also required money … To make that sword, he used up most of the materials in the Magic Tower, and he teleported to the capital to buy a lot of materials.
The gold coins were decreasing like running water.
At this moment, there were less than eighty gold coins in Roland's Backpack. Although the sand eagles would provide him with an endless supply of gold coins, it would take a long time, and distant water couldn't quench the present thirst.
About thirty gold coins had to be spent on the magic school's operation this month.
It was a waste of money to train Mages.
He had to make money. How?
Roland looked at the discarded materials at the foot of the table and thought for a moment. Then, he suddenly had an idea.
He immediately logged on to the forum and posted a post.
Making Magic Equipment for People at a High Price.
Then, in the post, he said, "Helping people to make ultimate weapons. Provide the primitive weapons, preferably the ultimate ones. Provide the magic materials too. I only need to do the labor. It costs 20 gold coins per job. The following enchantments are available: Sharp Edge, Silent Attack, Weapon Reinforcement, and Automatic Repair. The following magic materials are required …
After the post was posted, Roland smiled happily.
This method could not only make money but also use the customers' materials and weapons to practice, eliminating the drawback of needing a lot of magic materials to practice the automatic repair technology. It was killing two birds with one stone. What a great idea.
As soon as the post appeared on the forum, it became the top trending topic in less than a minute.
The rich second-generation players waved the money in their hands crazily on the forum.
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