As part of the latest expansion, the Realm of Devils Expedition was now the most popular "point" among players.
All the players were preparing for this event.
Now many guilds had begun to mobilize manpower and resources and set off for Sisilia.
The players who had already arrived there spontaneously dug up the previous dragon cave and made it into a huge platform, making the portal open-air.
Some of the more impatient guilds even sent scouts into the Realm of Devils.
However, these scouts did not have much strength. Before they could go far, they were killed.
They didn't even see the shadow of the enemy.
Some of the stronger scouts didn't go in.
As their levels got higher, they started to fear death.
After all, dying once was too much experience lost, and it wasn't something that could be made up for in a month or two.
So for the time being, not many people entered the portal.
On the other side, one or two flame imps would occasionally jump out.
They were medium-sized little devils with a dog's head, about half a meter tall, and walked upright with flames on their tails.
These things were seen from time to time in the human world because Warlocks could often summon them.
Unlike summoning succubi, the flame imps were too weak, and interplanar summoning didn't require much magic power. Besides, these things were also excellent cannon fodder, and one could be summoned after they died.
They weren't as distressing as succubi.
These flame imps were captured and interrogated as soon as they appeared.
These things had some intelligence, about equivalent to a human child of six or seven years old.
They also had their own language.
It was just that upon interrogation, it was discovered that these flame imps were all wandering aimlessly or looking for food when they saw this strange, glowing door and came over.
As for other information, such as the number of cities in the Realm of Devils, the layout, the system, and the like, they didn't know anything.
So the current situation was very delicate. Although more and more players were gathering near the portal, none of the guilds took the initiative to enter the portal.
They were all waiting for the real "hero" to appear.
And given this situation, the people of F6 weren't in a hurry.
Their guild only had seven people, and Betta was still overseeing Wetland City. After all, he was the mayor and couldn't run around, so there were only six people who could go to the Realm of Devils now.
Although Roland and Schuck were both quite strong, a small guild of six people?
Going in first to scout ahead … Should it be said that they were too self-conscious?
Or was he overestimating himself and wanted to be in the limelight?
"Tell me about the expedition to the Realm of Devils." Schuck looked at Roland.
The others also looked at Roland.
"We're not in a hurry?
Let's just wait for now. "
He said.
"Until when?"
"Wait until I improve the magic spider again." Roland smiled. "It'll take about four days."
F6 nodded and agreed with Roland.
Are they so confident in Roland?
He also trusted her very much.
After returning home, Roland went to the forum to look up some information about the game.
In the end, he found that he had received a system notification.
Open it?
He noticed that it was a description of the figurine's commission fee.
For every figurine sold, Roland would receive five yuan. Payment would be made every month until the figurines were taken off the shelves.
How many copies did Schuck say he had sold?
Roland couldn't help but smile.
Fragrant, really fragrant!
The figurines were selling like crazy!
You don't need to work hard?
To be able to get a huge sum of money for free … it felt so good.
Bring as many as you can.
Roland happily took a bath?
Then he entered the game.
Next, he went to the Red Magic Tower. To improve the magic spider, a reconnaissance spell, required new thinking and technology, but there were some key points that Roland still didn't understand.
So he planned to ask Great Elder Alfred.
Alfred had been very happy all this time.
On the surface?
They only got resources worth about ten thousand gold coins from the Spatial Magic Tower.
However, there were too many hidden resources.
Receiving new magic material planting areas?
The Mages of the Spatial Magic Tower were also pulled over.
And establishing a higher reputation and status for the Red Magic Tower.
And all of this was facilitated by Roland in disguise.
So he was very happy every time he saw Roland?
And extremely pleasing to the eye.
He felt that his investment in Roland had indeed paid off greatly.
This made him all the more eager to facilitate the matter between Roland and the First Princess Stephanie.
And those extremely beautiful young noble women in the capital?
Arrange one for him too?
That was exactly what Roland liked.
Looking at the smiling Great Elder?
Roland knew that he had a good impression of him and that the other party's smile was sincere, but for some reason, Roland always felt that there seemed to be something in the other party's smile that made him rather upset.
But upon closer inspection, the Great Elder's smile was clearly sincere.
Was it an illusion?
"Great Elder, I've come this time because I have something to ask you." Roland took the initiative to throw out his question.
"Sit down." After hearing Roland's question, the Great Elder thought for a moment and asked in return, "Why don't you try combining Lesser Benediction with the magic spider spell?"
"Hmm?" Roland was a little puzzled.
Alfred explained, "I've found that you have a very good habit of trying to strengthen certain spells to achieve a multi-functional effect. But there's actually a downside to this, which is that it's a bit of a waste of time. Since you know Lesser Benediction, you can use Lesser Benediction to wish for the next spell to have certain effects.
"But the problem is … Lesser Benediction has a negative effect."
Alfred nodded. "That's indeed a problem, but I've personally tested it, and if Lesser Benediction is used on a spellcasting effect, the negative effect is not obvious, and can almost be ignored."
"There's such a thing?" Roland was a little surprised. "The book introducing Lesser Benediction doesn't say anything about this."
"Of course not, it's my personal little discovery, and it hasn't been made public."
What he meant was that Roland was highly regarded by him, and that was why he told him this little trick.
This little trick, in many cases, was the key to determining whether a Mage was strong or not.
Roland never thought that Lesser Benediction could be used on a spellcasting effect.
After all, he was not a saint who missed out on great things … Even Zhuge Kongming had times when he made mistakes, let alone an ordinary person like him.
It was normal to be inconsiderate, or to miss certain places.
Roland thought for a moment, took out the magic spider spell model from the system space, and placed it on the table.
"Thank you, Great Elder, this is a spell I created some time ago, I hope it will be useful to you."
This was Roland's humility.
In fact, it was an eye position, and a mobile eye position with great concealment. It was what everyone wanted.
The Great Elder took the blueprints, and after only a few glances, his eyes lit up.
"Good stuff." Alfred slammed his right hand on the table. "With this thing, it'll be harder for those damn assassins and killers to get close to us, and it's extremely useful for exploring new areas. Roland, you don't mind if I make this one of the core spells of our Red Magic Tower, do you? "
What Mages hated most were assassins and assassins.
One could be a thief for a thousand days, but not guard against thieves for a thousand days.
And even if you had a body full of reactive defensive spells, the other party's Crossing Magic Sword could render most of the reactive spells ineffective.
But with this spell, the chances of a Mage being assassinated would drop by at least ten percent.
"Since it's been given to the Great Elder, you can do whatever you want."
Hearing this, the Great Elder felt that Roland was even more pleasing to the eye. What a good student, what a sensible child.
If the students of the Magic Tower were all like this, there wouldn't be any other Magic Towers!
It was a pity that such a student might not appear in a hundred years.
"Don't worry, I won't take your spell model for nothing." The Great Elder said with a smile, "I now announce that you have graduated, and at the same time, you are qualified to be a tutor in our Red Magic Tower. After you stay here for five years, you can become a formal tutor. At the same time, the information of the Magic Tower will be further tilted toward you. "
I graduated just like that?
Roland froze for a moment, but then he was also quite happy. After all, with more magic resources at hand, his magic experiments could be carried out more easily.
He didn't expect that giving away a blueprint would result in such a great harvest.
Leaving the council hall, Roland returned to the manor here.
Marilyn, who had been sleeping on the grass, immediately pricked up her ears. The cute little white cat rushed out of the manor and ran to Roland's side, circling around him excitedly, then rubbing her head against his robe.
Well … more and more like a cat.
Roland crouched down and gently pinched Marilyn's white cat ears with his right hand. The latter stopped moving after this touch, lying directly on the ground, her chest purring.
Even her eyes were half-closed.
After pinching for a while, Roland asked, "Marilyn, would you like to live in another city?"
Hearing this, Marilyn opened her eyes in shock and even jumped back a distance. She was a little flustered. "Roland, I don't want to go, I don't want to leave this place. Don't drive me away. "
"I'm not driving you away," Roland explained. "I have a home elsewhere, and I won't live here much in the future. You haven't seen me for a while, have you?"
Well … Marilyn lowered her ears.
"Your good friend Maromatha lives in that city too. I also have a property there that is temporarily unoccupied. Can you help me guard it? "Roland said patiently. "Besides, there are many of your people and friends there. You should be happy living there."
"Really?" Marilyn's eyes were tempted.
"Really." Roland took Marilyn's small, soft palm. "I'll take you to live there for a few days first. If you're not happy and you're not used to it, I'll send you back, okay?"
Cats were creatures that didn't really like to change their living environment.
This was especially true for a half-wild cat-person like Marilyn who had never felt safe before and now finally had a "home."
But she was more willing to believe Roland's words.
After thinking for a moment, she nodded. "Just don't lie to me … I'll be very angry."
She looked timid, like a little girl who was about to be abandoned.
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