Although the model of Hand of Magic had been annotated in great detail, the magic apprentices' progress was rather slow due to the gap in intelligence, logical thinking, and even magic power control talent.
Most of them had grasped the basics of Hand of Magic very quickly, but none of them had grasped the derivative effects yet.
Roland had been sitting next to them, drinking fruit wine and watching them train while explaining the key points to them.
The magic apprentices worked hard and memorized every word Roland said, because they weren't sure how long Roland's serious teaching could last!
At the center of the city, a banquet was being held in the central fortress, which was only slightly lower than the Magic Tower.
The drawbridge had been lowered, and carriages were driven into the fortress.
To many lords, strongholds were their homes and their final shelter. Once the city walls fell, they could rely on the strongholds to survive for a long time. Perhaps they could wait for reinforcements to arrive or for a turning point in the situation.
The courtyard was bright under the candlelight. A dozen bards were playing soft music together.
Hardedef stood on the balcony on the third floor, looking down at the dozens of small groups of guests. He was silent.
Next to him was a coquettish girl.
"It's almost time to start, and they haven't come yet." The girl smiled. "Your plan may be in vain."
Several seconds later, John put on a smile. He sat back on the chair on the balcony and said, "It means that not all the Golden Sons are barbarians. We'll have to be more cautious in the future. It's best if we don't get into conflicts with them. "
The girl teased him. "Brother, I didn't know that you would be scared of your peers!"
"They're unkillable and crazy like the believers of evil gods. Who wouldn't be scared of them?" John shook his head helplessly. "Why would the Life Goddess send such monsters from an alternate dimension?"
"Who knows what the gods are thinking?" The girl was wearing an off-the-shoulder red dress. Her hair was red too, and she looked like a cluster of flames. "Since the two Golden Sons are not coming, I'll go down and talk to the other guests. It's too boring to stay here. "
John nodded. "Go ahead … By the way, tell your girlfriends to be careful. Don't do anything too exaggerated. Those Golden Sons are probably on the good side. "
The girl stood up and tilted her head to look at Hardedef. "Are you saying that if we nobles do something bad, they will meddle in our business when they see it?"
"That's highly possible." John sighed. "That's why I often say that we should be nice to the civilians. Otherwise, we'll probably be in trouble if we run into the Heroes or the Saint Samurai. Without the influence of the royal family, it'll be very, very difficult to get out of trouble."
"Who would be so unlucky to meet such a powerful expert?" The young girl felt that her brother's caution was a little ridiculous.
Hardedef looked at the bright moon in the sky and slowly said, "The Horsens who like to eat people's hearts had the same idea as you a few days ago. Now, their entire family is dead."
The girl was stunned and frowned. Then she said helplessly, "Alright, I'll learn from you in the future and treat the civilians better."
"That would be best."
The banquet lasted until the wee hours of the morning. Without the most important guest, John seemed to be in low spirits.
The nobles were all smart enough to see that, so they didn't stay too late this time and left after they had a little fun.
At the Magic Tower, Roland had been teaching the magic apprentices about the derivative spells of Hand of Magic.
The magic apprentices were so passionate about learning that they didn't even want to sleep to figure out the mechanism of Hand of Magic's derivative spells.
Roland didn't need to sleep, and he didn't want to dampen their enthusiasm, so he patiently taught them until time and space stopped.
Climbing out of the virtual cabin, Roland habitually opened the game's official website, only to find, to his surprise, that there was an announcement on the official website, which was rarely updated in half a month.
"First Update of the Game on August 17!"
Seeing the title, Roland exclaimed and simply clicked on it.
The announcement was simple. There were only three lines.
"A unique digital ID has been added to the character system interface for individual identification and distinguishing people with the same name."
"Female players are protected by two pieces of Law-level bikini underwear. No one and no force can destroy these two pieces of bikini underwear involuntarily to prevent them from being insulted by NPCs and players."
"Activating the player's guild function. Registered in the Holy Realm of Fareins, his name is Torrey Bourson. High-level nobles, without enough fame or special introductions, barely have a chance to meet him. Guild chairmen, please work hard to improve your reputation in the game. "
The first two lines were of little significance to Roland. The most important thing was the third one, which was to establish a guild.
The country where the players were now in was called Hollevin. What was the Holy Realm of Fareins?
He was completely bewildered.
Roland opened the forum. As he expected, the entire forum was asking where the Holy Realm of Fareins was. Some rich people even offered bounties of thousands or tens of thousands of dollars.
However, some well-informed people were bragging on the forum, saying that they knew roughly where Fareins was, but they didn't want to tell them.
Roland estimated that these people would receive countless private messages as soon as they received the message.
Being the first to establish a guild … This honor was something that most ambitious guilds would want.
However, it didn't have much to do with Roland. Although his friends said that they were going to establish a guild, it was just a small guild that had no intention of competing with the other big guilds.
But it was also at this moment that his phone rang. After he picked it up, he asked directly, "Calling me so early, what's up?"
"About the game guild, I've also informed Brazil, Li Lin, and the others. Hurry over, old place."
Half an hour later, Roland arrived at the cold drink bar on a public bike.
Because it wasn't seven yet, no waiters had come to work, so this time Schuck took things out of the fridge to serve his friends and cousin.
After pouring a glass of juice for everyone, Schuck said, "I think we, F6, can take the title of the first guild."
Hearing this, Roland almost spat out the juice in his mouth!
"Why?"
"Didn't I tell you before? I went to the Holy Realm to learn the doctrines of the Light. " With a smug expression, Schuck explained, "The Holy Realm of Light is in Fareins, and I've met Torrey Bourson before. I've talked to him several times. He's quite easy to talk to."
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