After John Junior received the invitation, he also came to the banquet.
But not many people talked to him, and many people pretended not to see him when they saw him, including some relatives.
John Junior had thought that Roland had invited him to nothing more than to humiliate him.
He thought it didn't matter; he could tolerate it.
But he didn't expect that Roland would receive him in a normal manner. He wasn't arrogant, nor did he say anything sarcastic.
This made John Junior very uncomfortable, but he stayed alone in a shadowy corner, watching his mother and sister talk happily with Queen Andonara and the other noblewomen.
He snorted, feeling that both his mother and sister were traitors. It had only been a little more than a year since his father's death, and the two of them were already so close to the enemy.
They had no conscience.
However, he had forgotten that his mother and sister had personally witnessed him and his father giving up and even sacrificing their lives.
It was just that Roland didn't have the habit of harming women and children.
That was why the mayor's wife and daughter survived, and they were living well and comfortably now.
John Junior felt that he was a hero who endured humiliation, and he would keep lurking until he found Roland's weakness and found an opportunity to counterattack.
At that time, he would return everything that Roland had brought to him in a proud manner.
He came to the banquet tonight because he heard that many Golden Sons would also be attending tonight.
He came to see if he could rope in one or two, and even if he couldn't, it would be good to have a good relationship with them.
Maybe one day he could borrow their strength.
But seeing the present, John Junior was desperate.
It took capital to rope in people, and his capital was the legitimate heir of Delpon, which could promise a lot of things.
But now that Roland's enchantment technology was out … his quest advantage was gone.
Capital had to be compared.
A super talent who could enchant epic equipment, and a so-called heir who had lost power, who would the average person be more willing to work with?
It could be imagined with one's knees.
John Junior felt that the whole world was dark, without even a bit of starlight.
The banquet was a success. At Roland's banquets, there would never be anything like a secret crawl after the banquet.
When the time was up, he would chase people away, not leaving a single one.
Generally speaking, after a banquet, if there wasn't such a reserved program, no guest would be happy.
After all, the banquet itself was a social occasion.
But now, they felt that it was worth it.
The fact that Roland was a brilliant Enchanter was too shocking.
Besides, Roland not only promoted himself at the top, but also at the bottom.
The next day, he went to the royal family and found the chairman of the Guild of Bards again. He gave him a hundred gold coins and asked the Guild of Bards to spread the news that he could enchant "Automatic Repair" to wherever the Bards could reach.
Every month, the Guild of Bards would be given another 50 gold coins as operating funds for half a year.
The leader of the Guild of Bards patted his chest and said excitedly, "We'll do it properly."
Then, Roland left the union and went to the Hibiscus family.
He had intended to meet Betta, but Dinah received Roland in person and said that Betta had left three days ago.
At this time, Dinah was a little more beautiful. Looking at her level, she was already level 5. It seemed that the Bright Spring Water's improvement effect on the Saint Samurai's talent was very obvious.
Roland was a little surprised to see Dinah's sad and disappointed eyes.
Didn't Betta just want to break his Mage body in the game a while ago? Why didn't he move when such a good little beauty was right in front of him?
But while it was strange, Roland didn't intend to meddle too much in Betta's private affairs, especially emotional ones.
After a casual chat, Roland returned from the capital to Delpon and then chatted with Charles.
Charles' attitude was obviously more arrogant than Douglas', but not to the point where he was annoying and didn't want to do business.
The materials for the fourteen pieces of equipment were also brought, and the labor fee was paid first, which was more generous.
Since Douglas didn't care about the latter cutting in line, Roland naturally didn't care either.
He would help him process it. The money was in his hands anyway.
And this time, not only did he process more equipment, but Roland was also more familiar with the "inspiration" of the Automatic Repair magic. Then he discovered that this Automatic Repair skill actually had a pattern. The reason why he couldn't grasp the pattern before was that there was other "energy" mixed in with the causal magic, or rather, the acting medium.
Time!
Time is a concept to us. It can't be seen or touched.
Because it is high-dimensional, it is inherently chaotic to define it with three-dimensional thinking.
It's like an ant crawling on an elephant's body, and what you see is indeed the elephant's fur, but it's only fur. The shape of the elephant, its weight, its internal flesh, and its bones can't be seen.
Then the ant says that the elephant is a layer of fur.
Our definition of time as a three-dimensional creature is like an ant's definition of an elephant.
The appearance is right, but the essence is wrong.
Using the superficial knowledge he saw this time to define and apply low-level causal magic occasionally worked. This was also the so-called "Flash of Inspiration."
The so-called mystery within the mystery.
The reason why Mages could come into contact with time was because something like mental power was a kind of evolution.
It was the key to the evolution of humans to a higher dimension.
Roland's mental power was almost the strongest among professionals of his level. He kept practicing the Automatic Repair technique, as if he were constantly pushing against the door of time magic.
After a lot of knocking, a gap opened in the door, and then this gap was still opening at an extremely slow speed.
And the "time" and "knowledge" in the gap were slowly flowing out of the gap.
Roland's mental power saw it and tried to touch and fuse it.
Roland's current biological level was very much like a mutated ant with many slender tentacles. These tentacles could replace the ant's original pitiful vision and range of perception.
Now Roland, the ant, could see a large range of the elephant's fur, and could also see some of the fat and platelets under the fur.
Roland had a new understanding of elephants, but it was still a very shallow kind.
Another month passed, and Roland finished enchantment for Charles, then announced that he would think in the magic room and organize the insights in his mind for ten days.
During this time, don't disturb him if there's nothing too important.
In fact, Roland was not only thinking in the game, but also in reality.
He didn't even go to the saber arts club, and he stayed in his room every day, sitting cross-legged on the bed, thinking about the connection between the two.
But his body in reality was too weak, and his mental power was simply inadequate. Even thinking for a whole day wasn't as good as thinking for an hour in the game.
Roland had already felt that the difference in mental power between himself in the game and himself in reality was completely the difference between the intelligence of a homo sapiens and a modern man.
After thinking for more than ten days, he came out of the lab.
This time he seemed to have learned everything, but he didn't feel any obvious progress.
There was a kind of "my brain says I know, but my hands say you don't" kind of feeling of separation of the essence and the walls of the brain being separated.
Then he was very upset. Andonara saw that he was unhappy, so she asked Vivian to relieve his worries.
This was why it was said that women were a hero's harbor.
After a day of cuddling with the two women, Roland was in a significantly better mood.
Then he was also in the mood to go on the forum.
As a result, as soon as he went on the forum, he found that something seemed wrong.
A lot of people were scolding him.
A puzzled Roland clicked on a few posts and read them, understood the reason, and then looked speechless.
This was a real world, so … the economic system was also very real.
Magic materials were scarce in the first place, and then Roland's several enchantments consumed a lot of magic materials, especially the automatic repair technology, which involved fourteen kinds of commonly used materials, and a very large number of them.
Everyone wanted to get the best equipment, and a large number of tycoons were sweeping up goods in Hollevin, directly driving up the price of related magic materials throughout Hollevin.
This affected the interests of many Mages.
Then these Mages also began to stock up, for fear that they would run out of stock in a short time.
Then it caused a panic in the market, and as long as it was magic materials, they began to stock up.
As a result … the price of magic materials throughout Hollevin soared at an exaggerated rate.
All the spellcasters were affected.
In fact, in this world, casting materials were needed when most spells were cast, and Inferior Fireball required a little flint as a medium. Roland didn't use it because he had the Spellcasting Material Exemption specialty.
Not everyone had the Spellcasting Material Exemption specialty, especially Priests and Warlocks, who almost didn't have the Spellcasting Material Exemption specialty.
This was because few divine spells and bloodline spells required magic materials.
But "few" didn't mean "none," and there were still a few practical spells that required casting materials.
For example, the Life Enhancement spell of the Church of Life required a kind of fairly common special grass, which was usually very cheap, but now, even this grass was being hoarded, and the price had more than tripled.
There were many similar examples.
All in all, the price of magic materials throughout Hollevin had skyrocketed.
And this situation was spreading to the countries around Hollevin.
It wouldn't have been a big deal if it was only the spellcasting world that was affected.
The real situation was that even the physical professions were feeling the pain.
Magic scrolls were very practical and were sold in the Guild of Magic and the Guild of Mercenaries.
For example, magic scrolls such as Illumination and Mild Healing were the favorites of physical professions.
But the value of magic materials had risen, and now even magic scrolls couldn't be sold, and the occasional goods were sold at more than ten times the price.
Now the entire circle of players, the entire forum, except for the tycoons, was cursing Roland.
"Damn it, I knew this guy was a scourge. After more than two months of peace, he still came out to cause trouble."
"Can you believe it? Now no one in our entire guild can afford to use Illumination scrolls. They're all exploring crypts with torches. "
"Can Roland get out of the game, he's so damn harmful."
"Tsk tsk, this is what a man should be, I want to become this kind of big shot who can change the rules of the game."
Roland slapped himself on the forehead.
Damn it! What the hell is this?
I single-handedly crashed the entire magic material market in Hollevin?
Is the economic system of this world so fragile?
Roland found it a little unbelievable.
And in the game guild system, several of his F6 friends were laughing even harder.
They were all laughing and calling Roland a market-destroying machine.
It seemed that they had to temporarily stop the business of enchantment?
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