Roland looked into Aldo's eyes. He wanted to read this person's mind completely.
However, Aldo's face was full of schadenfreude and a little madness, and it was hard to read anything else from it.
"I'm your chance?" Roland smiled and said, "Aren't you afraid that I'll lean to the association's side?"
No matter who it was, being used as an opportunity and a stepping stone wouldn't feel comfortable. Roland was the same. His rhetorical question was the reaction most people would have.
If it were an ordinary person, they would most likely panic when questioned like this, but Aldo said calmly, "That's unlikely. Almost everyone in the headquarters is of noble birth, and they're all descendants of big families that have been around for hundreds or even thousands of years. They even have many distant relatives who serve as apprentices or in some positions in the various branches. Most of the movements in the branches will be known to the headquarters after some time. Of course, a genius like you, if you're willing to kneel down and be their dog, should be able to blend in with them, hahahaha. "
After hearing Aldo's mockery and looking at the crazy look on his face, Roland didn't quite like it.
"Are you sure I can't be a dog?" Roland sighed in boredom.
"How can someone who isn't even afraid of death be someone else's dog!" Aldo snorted, extremely contemptuous.
That made sense. If you can't die, how can you be a dog?!
There were only two penalties for a player's death. Losing 10% of the current total experience. If the corpse could be picked up, 50% of the lost experience could be recovered. In other words, if you picked up the corpse, you would only lose 5% of the total experience.
The other was the equipment on the corpse. It depended on whether the NPCs would loot it, but Roland felt that they would definitely take it away.
After all, it was spoils of war.
Roland didn't think that many players would be willing to be dogs in the game. Who didn't have a little pride in their hearts? Well … if it was to be a great beauty's bootlicker, there might be many male players who would be willing.
After a short silence, Roland asked, "How far do you want to go with your revenge?"
"I don't know." Aldo looked out the window, his emotions slowly calming down. "I want to see that woman kneel in front of me, I want to see her family disappear, I want to see her expression of extreme regret."
"You don't want to kill her?" Roland's eyes were questioning.
Aldo's body trembled, and his eyes were very hesitant. "I'm not sure!"
"I understand." Roland smiled and said, "I won't lean towards the headquarters for the time being. Of course, the specifics still depend on the people from the headquarters. They'll try their best to conceal my node model like you said."
Hahaha! Aldo laughed wildly as he stood up. He spread his arms and said crazily, "You'll see a good show! A play called Pride. "
"I hope so."
After Aldo left, Roland closed the door through the air with Hand of Magic.
The room quieted down. Only the sound of the wind whistling through the window could be heard.
At this moment, Roland's mind was in turmoil. He actually didn't care whether or not he was being used by Aldo. As a player, more than ten years of experience in single-player games and online games had made him resistant to some "unreasonable" plots.
Although this world didn't seem to be as simple as a game, there was an old saying that only stories and novels needed to consider whether they were reasonable or not, but reality didn't.
In his opinion, Aldo's revenge was not worth too much attention. What he really cared about was the madness that Aldo had displayed just now.
A person who had been traumatized, was a Mage, was highly knowledgeable, and had a relatively high IQ, which matched the clues that Roland had previously investigated.
It was increasingly likely that Aldo was the murderer.
If there was only thirty percent of suspicion before, now there was at least fifty percent.
After sitting quietly in the room for a while, Roland then continued to study the derivative ability of Language Proficiency.
As the data increased, the mathematical model of this spell became more and more complete. Now, Roland could already recognize a dozen words on a page of a book.
Given another two or three days, he would definitely be able to derive the derivative spell, Language Proficiency.
Around noon, Vivian, who had woken up, brought lunch.
It was sumptuous. There were fried eggs, cakes, thick meat soup, and a vegetable that Roland couldn't name.
"Thank you."
Roland increasingly felt the benefits of having "power." Not only did he get money every month, he could also use resources at his disposal. Most importantly, there were people who took care of his basic needs. He didn't need to worry at all. He just needed to focus on his own things.
Vivian shook her head. "This is nothing compared to what you gave us."
She had been in the Magic Tower for three years, and the time that the chairman had taught them before was pitifully little. As soon as Roland arrived, he gave them a precious node diagram and spent an entire night teaching them with great care.
Although some of the things that Roland said were somewhat different from what they were usually taught, after their tests, it was indeed useful. The progress that they made in one day was equivalent to about half a year's progress, which made them even more grateful to Roland.
In reality, Roland didn't do anything exaggerated. He only taught these apprentices the correct methods and techniques to connect mental nodes.
If the method was wrong, it might not be useful even if they worked hard for a lifetime, and the apprentices hadn't found a suitable way to connect mental nodes at all.
The chairman didn't teach them.
"Deputy Chairman, do you need me to teach you how to read?" Vivian looked at him with some expectation.
Roland shook his head.
Oh … Vivian left somewhat dejectedly.
Sighing softly, Roland looked at the wooden door for a while, then shook his head. He was about to have lunch when he suddenly received a system notification.
"Congratulations to the establishment of the server's first player guild, 'F6'. Founder: Schuck!"
After reading it, Roland laughed happily. "We really got first place. The chairmen of those big guilds must be going crazy with anger now."
Although it was only a brief system notification, Roland could guess that it would definitely have a great impact on many players.
He had a good lunch, then went down to the second floor, gathered those apprentices, and continued to tell them his spellcasting experience.
Then, after midnight, he drove those apprentices to sleep while he continued to derive the derivative spells on the eighth floor.
Until today's game time was over.
Climbing out of the virtual cabin, Roland habitually opened the forum, glanced at it casually, and found that the forum had indeed exploded.
Almost the entire forum was asking: What the hell is "F6", and then asked who Schuck was.
The leaders of the guilds that were already famous in other games, such as the Garan Temple, the Eternal Kingdom, and the Warm Moon Valley, even offered a bounty and kept Schuck, hoping that he could provide a way to establish a guild quickly for the sake of the fact that they were all from the Celestial Empire, and they would be rewarded handsomely.
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