Another day passed, and the news of Cornucopia being robbed fermented on the forum.
Charles was a little famous on the forum. After all, Cornucopia had a lot of influence and had recently dominated the entire material market. It could be said that it was a relatively successful guild in the eyes of most players.
Therefore, when Cornucopia was attacked, many players were somewhat indignant at first, but after two days, some intelligence came back, and they were surprised to find that no players had received quests to help Cornucopia.
That didn't make sense.
It was reasonable to say that the other party should have triggered a help quest after robbing so many magic materials from Cornucopia, but so far, no one had received a quest about Cornucopia.
This made the players on the forum feel that there might be another reason for it.
Roland also saw the discussion about this on the forum, but he ignored it.
It was probably Antis's doing.
It was true that the privateer license was for foreign hostile merchants, not domestic merchants.
But the problem was that no one seemed to regard the Golden Sons as their own.
Even the Church of Life didn't regard the Golden Sons who were resurrected from their temples as their own.
Those players who were divided and recruited were just "employees" in the eyes of their employers, and they were never seen as their own.
So it was normal that the privateer license worked on Cornucopia.
More importantly, Cornucopia's malicious monopoly of magic materials aroused the disgust of many forces, but Cornucopia was very weak.
The average level of the players was only level two, which was the performance in the last two years since the server was launched. It was conceivable how much they disliked leveling up.
How much they liked making money.
Such a weak force with so much money, it would be strange if they didn't rob you.
They didn't rob before because they were afraid of the Golden Sons' revenge, but now that many Golden Sons had joined the nobles and the royal family, they took the lead in robbing, and the others naturally had to follow.
Anyway, if anything happened, the Golden Sons on their side would take care of it.
On this side, Roland teleported to the capital again with the parchment with the oil-making spell.
Then he ran into Antis, who was doing his routine check at the city gate.
He curled his finger at Roland and led him to a small dark room inside the city gate.
"Your method is quite useful." Without further ado, Antis simply said with a smile, "With the privateering certificate, the Golden Sons who joined us were indeed bold enough to attack the arrogant Golden Sons. You seem to have an unspoken rule, don't you? Guide you? "
The rules of the system … were very normal.
Roland nodded slightly and asked back, "What do you think of the Golden Sons who joined you?"
"It's very useful." Antis smiled rather happily. "As long as we specify a task or a more detailed scope of responsibility, they will do a very good job. I even think that you people are too obsessed with the word 'order'. "
Roland raised his eyebrows. "Give me an example."
"King City is very big. We have many security officers, and different people are in charge of different areas." Antis narrowed his eyes like a smirking fox. "One of the sheriffs is a Golden Son. He's been in office for less than four months, but he's already trained his subordinates to be elites. Then, he's done a good job in his area. Even walking in the alley late at night was quite safe. He had even solved an old case. I wouldn't have been able to do what he did if I were there. "
"That seems very ordinary." Roland shook his head.
In Delpon, both Link and Vincent had reached such a level when they were sheriffs.
"You may have gotten used to it, so you think it's normal." Antis clicked his tongue. "But in our eyes, it's almost a miracle."
Fine … They had different worldviews, so they thought differently.
Antis continued, "Why don't you come to the royal family as a royal Mage?"
Roland was stunned for a moment, then shook his head. "Can the king tolerate me?"
"Is it strange? The queen has been with you for a long time, and he never put you on the wanted list." Antis thought for a moment and said, "Or rather, if you come to the royal family and the queen comes back with you, the royal family will be respected and won't force the queen to do things she doesn't like. Then, you'll have power and influence. Isn't that great? It's called … win-win, the favorite phrase of the Golden Sons. "
"Forget it." Roland shook his head. "You're really trying to pull me into the royal family."
"True talent will be welcomed everywhere."
Antis sighed and thought for a moment. "Do you have any way to make us deal with the Golden Sons other than a privateer's license?"
Roland rolled his eyes at him. "Do you think I'd talk nonsense?"
"Tsk, you're not a good friend," Antis mumbled. "Do you want to have a drink at my place after you're done?"
"That depends," Roland said casually and left the small dark room.
After he entered the capital, Roland soon reached the gate of the Church of Magic.
The Goddess of Magic had a temple too, but few people worshiped her … After all, Mages were a rare profession, and many Mages were arrogant enough to think that they could become gods one day. As a result, few people worshiped the Goddess of Magic.
Therefore, the temple of the Church of Magic was usually set up in the king's palace as a symbolic gesture.
The gate of the temple was always open. Roland walked in and found an altar below the enormous statue of the Goddess of Magic. Behind the altar sat an old Mage who was reading a book carefully.
As if he heard Roland's footsteps, or maybe he sensed that someone was coming in with his mental power, the old Mage turned a page and said slowly without raising his head, "What's up? Young man, if you're here to pray, go to the prayer room on the right. If you're here to borrow money, please show me your mental power. I'll confirm your talents and see how much you're worth! "
Mages were a money-burning profession. Without the specialty Material Exemption, they would need materials to practice a lot of spells.
That was a huge expense.
Also, buying spell models was expensive.
The Church of Magic, on the other hand, would provide loan services. They would test the qualifications of the borrower, provide matching money, sign a contract, and let the borrower repay the loan slowly.
The interest rate of the loan wasn't high. It was about ten percent for five years. It was a fairly good interest rate in this world.
Roland went to the altar and said, "I'm here to offer a sacrifice and verify a new spell."
Huh?
The old Mage raised his head abruptly and looked at Roland in surprise.
Considering the level of magic in Hollevin, it was rare for a young Mage to reach the Master level. Generally speaking, new spells were only considered after they reached the Master level.
Besides, many of the so-called "new spells" were actually traps in the first place.
He messed up the nodes of the spell models and created a lot of strange spells that were seemingly right but actually wrong.
For example, Trident Fire Wire, which cost ten times the magic power and was half as powerful, had an effective range of one meter, and lasted for a minute. It could barely boil a pot of water.
There was also Rainbow Bubble Confinement, which could instantly drain the mental power of an Elite Mage and then release a giant rainbow bubble to lock the enemy inside for about a second.
Wait, those spells were indeed new spells, but they were completely useless. The Goddess of Magic wouldn't give any feedback after she took them away.
Looking at Roland's age, the old Mage thought that he might be the type to join in the fun too. He pointed at the altar and said, "Put the blueprint of the spell model here and surround the name of Lady Mystra, the Goddess of Magic, ten times."
After saying that, the old Mage lowered his head and read his book again.
Roland put the blueprint on the altar and chanted the name of the Goddess of Magic ten times as he was told.
After he chanted the name, the scroll on the altar turned into scattered white spots of light and disappeared into the air.
Roland waited for a moment and heaved a sigh when there was no feedback.
Either this oil-making spell already had a similar one, or Mystra didn't think that the spell was worth her feedback.
When the old magician heard Roland's sigh, he didn't find it strange at all. Instead, the corner of his mouth curved into a faint smile as he praised his own foresight in his heart.
Roland turned around and was about to leave.
At this moment, the enormous statue of the goddess at the back of the temple suddenly emitted a bright green light, and a weird barrier enshrouded the whole church.
The statue of the goddess whose face was blurred seemed to come alive and looked at Roland.
A spiritual force so vast that it made one's heart tremble descended upon the sky above the temple.
The old Mage had already fallen to his knees, his eyes fanatical and his body trembling.
Roland, on the other hand, looked up at the eyes of the statue of the Goddess of Magic.
"It's an interesting spell." A heavy but rather gentle female voice echoed in the temple. "Young man, what's your idea in modifying Grease into this?"
The goddess's voice was pleasant!
Roland suddenly remembered what Schuck said earlier. The Goddess of Light's voice was pleasant.
He also remembered that the Life Goddess's voice was pleasant when she pulled him to the Paradise of Life last time.
"I think the magic apprentices in this world are living too hard. There are a lot of talented magic apprentices who come from poor families. They don't have any means to earn money in the early stages. Without money, they can't learn magic, so they can only leave the path of magic. I think it's too wasteful …"
It took Roland several minutes to express his thoughts.
"I understand." Mystra's voice seemed even gentler. "What's your name?"
"Roland."
"I'll name this spell 'Roland's oil-making spell' and disseminate it to all the temples with my divine power for all the Mages to learn."
Roland was relieved. He had modified Grease exactly for that purpose.
"You have a good idea. Keep up the good work. This is your reward."
Two streaks of green light shot out of the statue of the goddess and hit Roland's head.
It was so fast that Roland didn't even have time to react.
Fortunately, the two streaks of light didn't cause any damage and disappeared after two seconds.
What disappeared at the same time was Mystra's enormous divine mental power.
Roland looked at his system menu at this moment.
"You've received the favor of the Goddess of Magic."
Divine Favor (Mystra): Your max health is increased by 20, and your max magic is increased by 80. Also, you're tainted by Mystra's aura, which will affect your relationships with other forces.
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