His post was soon pinned to the top, right below Roland's post.
When the contents of the two posts were compared, there was a conflict, and naturally, it became popular.
Faced with Carrot's question, Roland clicked on the post and was about to confront them, only to discover that the post had been occupied by the magic classes.
Roland didn't need to say anything at all. A lot of magic class players had already started criticizing in the post.
"You claim that Roland ignores your future, so you ambushed him and beat him up as a group even though you had a class advantage. Do you care about Roland's interests at all? He's level ten now. If he's killed by you, half a year of hard work will be gone. Chances are that his epic equipment will be picked up by you too. It's true that you won't pick them up, but nobody believes you. None of Roland's equipment was of the best quality and couldn't be bought with money. Why should he care about yours if you don't care about other people's interests? "
"Hey, why are you crying? The future of a thousand of you is the future. We Mages, Priests, Warlocks, and other classes who practice both magic and martial arts. There are almost two hundred thousand of us in total. Our future is not the future. Why should the heads of two hundred thousand people be trampled on by a thousand of you? "
"Roland didn't piss you off. It was you who wanted to be famous by trampling on him. Now that you've been slapped in the face, you're pretending to be pitiful? Is that reasonable? "
"Carrot, I'm a Warlock. Half a year ago, I was killed by you from level six to level four because your class was taking shape and you wanted to test your skills on me … I was killed more than ten times in ten days, and I couldn't escape at all. You only let me go because you didn't think it was a challenge to kill me anymore. Am I crying? Now that you've been suppressed, you're crying? Is it fun? "
"That's right. I'm a Magic Swordsman, and I've been killed by them multiple times. I'm so happy to see that they've been defeated. "
"I'm a Priest, and I've been killed by the Spell Breakers too. I don't hate them at all, but they came to kill me out of nowhere."
"Tsk … Players can get red names if they kill each other, and they can clear their names by doing good deeds for the NPCs. So, they never hesitate to kill players. To them, Roland's reputation as the number one Wizard was the biggest target. Logically speaking, Spell Breakers were the natural counter to Wizards, but they did not expect to kick a steel plate. Now that he had suffered a backlash, the entire Spell Breaker community was probably cursing him. That's why he wants to use moral kidnapping to divert the internal conflict. "
"Although I don't like how Roland annihilated a class, I'm even more annoyed by your behavior, Carrot."
Posts like these accounted for the majority of the replies.
Roland was relieved after reading it.
To be honest, he was a little 'scared' of the Spell Breaker profession.
This time, Carrot could trick himself by buying gold. Next time, others could do the same.
Spell Breakers specifically targeted magic classes, and since he was known as the number one mage on the surface, he was bound to be a thorn in their side. If he didn't teach them a lesson this time, there would be more incidents like this in the future.
He had too many things to do and did not even have enough time to study magic. How could he have so much time to play duel games with them? That was why Roland had announced how to deal with the Spell Breakers.
If he allowed other magical class players to play with them, he would have fewer interruptions and troubles.
Exiting the forum, Roland went to Betta again.
At this moment, Betta was dealing with a dispute among players in the wetland with a few contract knights.
Seeing Roland walking over, he took the time to ask, "Brother Roland, are you leaving? Do you want to wait for me and have a drink? "
"That's unnecessary." Roland waved his hand. "I just had a fight with other players. Now that I'm relaxed, I'm going back to do magic experiments!"
"Why didn't you call me?" Betta was reluctant to hear that. "I like fighting best. I like it when I lead a group of people to beat up one or two of them."
The nearby NPC Contract Knights all revealed helpless expressions when they heard Betta's words.
Their master was good in every way except for his habit of bullying others with numbers, which made them feel uncomfortable. After all, the knights of the NPC natives valued the honor of duels.
Roland estimated that Betta had been busy building the city and hadn't checked the forum yet, so he didn't know that he had just annihilated a class faction.
He said with a smile, "Don't worry, if I can't beat them, I'll definitely ask for your help. You work hard to build the city and then leave a piece of land for me. I'll set up a branch of the Association of Mages here and recruit talented NPC children. What do you think? "
"That'd be great." Betta's eyes lit up.
Betta knew that after his city was built, apart from the players, a large number of game world residents would also be needed, or human resources and taxes would be a problem.
Although the players would also move in, he knew too well that the players were masters who loved to run around to explore the world or complete quests. Expecting them to live a stable life after they had land and a house here?
What a joke.
Therefore, the players were just a benign supplement to the number and quality of the citizens, not a permanent population.
And to attract the game world residents, good infrastructure was an important part, and "soft power" was also an important part.
In this world, what was soft power?
The business environment, good security, or the quality and quantity of entertainment (prostitutes) were all part of soft power.
But the most important soft power would always be … magic.
A city with a Magic Tower stationed, even if it was a small city, would have a much higher willingness to move in, and if this Magic Tower was willing to recruit a large number of children for teaching, the attraction would go up a level.
This way, after attracting a large number of small nobles, big merchants, and other upper classes, the middle class residents would also migrate over. After that, there would be a large number of poor people who were willing to serve the upper and middle classes migrating over.
The settlement of a Magic Tower couldn't solve all the problems of population migration, but it could solve a large part of it.
"Brother Roland, don't worry, I'll leave the best business district land for you."
Betta patted his chest hard.
After teleporting away from Wetland City, Roland went to Motasos and stored the self-evolving magic bricks in his Backpack. Then he made a dozen "solar systems" and waited for them to evolve on their own.
Roland felt like he was a farmer who planted a magic mist in the spring and harvested a few square bricks in the autumn.
No fertilizing, no watering, no pest control, how nice!
Then he went to play with Andonara for two days. Roland knew very well that Andonara was the kind of woman who seriously lacked a sense of security. If he didn't see her for a long time, this woman would overthink and become depressed.
Stephanie didn't look very happy to see Roland. She always felt that Roland was a third wheel.
Two days later, Roland teleported to the Red Magic Tower, intending to attend a few classes and then go to the library to find some materials.
But as soon as he returned to the manor, Maromatha the black cat came to him.
"Mr. Roland, there's a message from the Spatial Magic Tower, still hoping that you can help escort that traitor. For this, we are willing to pay a great price, and now the conditions have been sent to the Council of Elders of the Red Magic Tower. I don't know the specifics, but you can ask your Great Elder. "
The black catgirl's eyes were bright. She stayed in Roland's manor as a guest for three days.
In these three days, she spent a lot of effort and finally won Marilyn's trust.
The two cat girls have been able to chat and shop together harmoniously.
It was also from Marilyn's mouth that Maromatha learned how gentlemanly, great, and noble Roland was.
For Marilyn, Roland only had one shortcoming, and that was that he was sometimes mean to cats.
And in Maromatha's eyes, this wasn't a shortcoming at all.
She was a catgirl herself, and she naturally knew how good her people were at naughtiness. If the master or the pillar of the family wasn't dignified enough and couldn't handle the situation, then the catgirl's skin could pierce through the sky.
So now Maromatha had a very good impression of Roland.
"Then I'll go ask the Great Elder."
After Roland nodded to the black cat, he went to the Council of Elders and found the Great Elder.
This time, the Great Elder wasn't giving instructions on government affairs, but was holding something like a magnifying glass and reading a book.
After Roland came in, the Great Elder closed the book and put it aside.
Roland's eyes were sharp, and he immediately saw the title written on the cover of the book.
The Sorrows of the Viscountess.
The title of the book had a tinge of bitterness.
However, Roland wondered if he had such a feeling because his mind was too dirty.
After all, the Great Elder was already more than a hundred years old, and his gonads should have already regressed.
The Great Elder sat down and said with a smile, "You're finally back. I've been waiting for you for almost three days."
Roland sat down opposite him and said, "The black cat has already told me that the Spatial Magic Tower strongly wants me to escort the prisoner, but I'm personally not very willing. Of course, if the Council of Elders needs me, I'm willing to take it on. "
The Red Magic Tower gave Roland a lot of convenience.
A lot.
To be fair, as long as one wasn't so heartless, they would be willing to do something for the Magic Tower.
"We don't want to force you to complete this task," the Great Elder said with a smile. "But the Spatial Magic Tower has offered a very good reward, so you can consider it after listening to it."
Since the Great Elder said so, Roland could only nod.
"After you escort the traitor to the Spatial Magic Tower, you'll get three kinds of spatial spell models unique to the Spatial Magic Tower. Not bad, right? As for the gold coins, it's twenty, which is slightly better than nothing. Then, for the main event, you can enter the library of the Spatial Magic Tower at any time and read all the information. "
Roland took a deep breath.
Three spatial spell models and access to all the information — these two rewards really hit Roland's heart.
He slammed the table and said solemnly, "We are allies with the Spatial Magic Tower, friends, and family. Their verification is our verification. I'll take this task."
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