Very soon, some mercenaries began to walk out in silence with their heads lowered. Seeing this, the others followed suit.
Very soon, there were almost no people left in the entire tavern.
In this world, the word "slaying a god" was a heresy. Although Hawk was just a general term, it still frightened everyone present.
Moreover, Hawk and Link's terrifying actions a while ago were still vivid in their minds.
At this moment, Hawk made it sound very simple. Things like biting his tongue and dying from exhaustion after struggling were all mentioned in a single sentence. But the scene at that time could frighten children to tears, women to fainting, and men to the point of weakness.
After biting their tongues to commit suicide, blood almost gushed out of their mouths like a fountain. Then, although the two of them were tied up, they struggled desperately like fish on the shore.
After their tongues were bitten off, they couldn't speak, so they struggled and screamed, twisting their bodies with all their might. The tough ropes cut into their flesh, but they didn't care. They continued to swing back and forth, left and right, until the whole tree was shaking.
That wasn't the end. While they struggled, their eyes were red, and they cackled at the nobleman … cackled.
Blood flowed out of their mouths along with their cackling, and after struggling for a while, their bodies also began to bleed.
A large crowd of people, the nobleman's private soldiers, the mercenaries who were watching the show, and many other nobles who came after hearing the news, just quietly watched the two Golden Sons hanging from the tree, laughing like a demon god, watching them struggle crazily, watching them become bloody, watching the puddles of blood on the ground converge into a small river, and watching them gradually die.
Then, in less than ten minutes, the two resurrected jumped in from outside again, holding sticks or longswords. They screamed and began to attack the nobleman and his private soldiers who were targeted by them.
Sh * t! These two must be crazy.
Even the believers of evil gods weren't one-tenth as crazy as them.
Then, the nobleman chickened out and ran away.
As a result, the two Golden Sons relentlessly chased after him.
Looking at the few waiters who were still trembling, Roland knew that from now on, at least in this city, Hawk and Link were in the limelight.
Putting the agreed six gold coins on the table, Roland smiled and said, "The agreed gold coins."
"Thanks." Hawk jumped down from the chair and sat down again. Then, he held the gold coins in his hand and kissed them, saying delightedly, "Now we can live in a better house, eat well, and dress better."
"It's just a deal. Don't mention it." Roland smiled helplessly.
Hawk, however, said, "You can't say that. In reality, nobody is poor. Those who can afford an immersive cabin at least don't have to worry about food and clothing. Those who can afford to buy virtual cabins don't have to worry about food and clothing. Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many tycoons saying that they would accept gold coins. You're doing me a favor by selling it to me.
Link, who had been silent all this while, finally said, "This game is very realistic. It has its own economic system."
His voice was gentle and somewhat refined, which seemed to match his shy personality.
"Right, let's exchange intelligence often in the future," Roland said with a smile. "I'll probably stay at the Magic Tower for quite a long time. "If you need Language Proficiency, feel free to come to me."
After that, Roland gave them Language Proficiency. "I'm only level four, so I only have eleven hours of Language Proficiency. Come and make it up to me if you need it."
"Thank you very much." Hawk shook Roland's hand hard. "You don't know how painful a language barrier is."
"Of course I do," Roland said angrily. "The first time I blew up my head with a spell was because I used Language Proficiency, which was beyond my level."
Hawk froze for a moment, then burst into laughter.
For Chinese people, the dining table was the best place to build a relationship. As the three of them ate and drank, their relationship deepened a lot.
The two parties also revealed some basic information to each other.
It turned out that Hawk and Link were from the same guild, Silver Wings, which had dominated many online games. Now that the latest virtual stealth game was in beta, they naturally sent someone to check it out.
Hawk, on the other hand, was the deputy chairman of Silver Wings.
"Roland, you don't have a guild yet, do you? Do you want to consider joining our guild? The benefits are great. There are a lot of beautiful girls that I can introduce to you, "said Hawk shamelessly.
Roland shook his head with a smile. "Sorry, I'm planning to establish a small guild with a few friends."
"That's a shame. The strongest Mage joining our guild would be a great honor, sigh!"
Hawk didn't pester him. He took the initiative to talk about other topics, most of which were related to the city.
Roland learned some basic information from them.
About two hours later, the two parties parted.
Roland returned to the Magic Tower. Seeing that it was still early, he rang the bell and gathered all the magic apprentices on the fifth floor, which was the magic laboratory.
There was only one room on this floor, so it was very spacious. The walls, ceiling, and floor were paved with magic-resistant materials, which could effectively prevent explosions and corrosion after failed magic experiments.
There was also a simple Magic Array laid on the pitch-black, bumpy ground, which was used to suppress the Magical Elements.
Roland felt uncomfortable the moment he came in, as if he were shackled with heavy shackles.
He stood in the middle of the room, and a bunch of magic apprentices lined up before him and looked at him expectantly and excitedly.
Those magic apprentices weren't stupid. They knew that the branch chairman must've summoned them here to teach them magic knowledge.
"I don't know how you're doing, so I want to know what spells, or cantrips, you know."
All the magic apprentices presented their best spells.
To Roland's surprise, only half of them managed to grasp level-zero cantrips, such as Light Ball or Hand of Magic, and they weren't very good at them. As for the others, they didn't even know any cantrips and could only manage to sense magic elements.
Not to mention that their cantrips didn't last long and weren't very effective.
For example, Roland could control the size of Hand of Magic. The smallest was the size of a human palm, and the largest was four meters away from the thumb and the little finger when the hand was opened.
It was about the size of a Titan's palm.
As for those people's Hand of Magic … They wouldn't even be able to lift objects weighing fifty kilograms, let alone change its shape.
It must be noted that Hand of Magic was created for Mages to carry things.
After all, Mages were physically weak, and they often had to use brute force.
Roland's Hand of Magic could easily lift three tons at this moment.
That was the huge difference.
Looking at the magic apprentices' poor foundation, Roland heaved a sigh. "Forget it. I'll teach you Hand of Magic first."
Almost all the magic apprentices were disappointed.
It was a tradition among Mages to despise level-zero cantrips.
The magic apprentices were the same.
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