"Up to me?"
Roland froze for a moment. Now he didn't think it was likely that the other party was a liar. But he was a little puzzled. "I don't remember leaving my phone number when I filled out the information, only my ID card. How did you get my phone number? "
"Well … about this, although it's a bit belated, I still have to reveal some information to you." The voice on the phone had a strange sense of mystery. "In fact, our game has long been in cooperation with the country. All players go through a file check to make sure that every player has no stains before they are allowed to buy immersive cabins. Even the files have been checked, so your frequent phone numbers are naturally in our data. "
So that's what's going on!
But Roland thought it was normal. This kind of black technology that transcended the times, if there wasn't a country standing behind it to protect it, even the size of Penguin Corporation wouldn't be able to protect it from the wolves. Not to mention the existence of things like foreign commercial espionage, as well as the suppression of certain large countries. The power of private companies in this environment that involved industrial upgrading was extremely small, and relying on a big tree was the right thing to do.
No wonder there weren't many water armies on the market to criticize this game. Even if there were, they would soon be suppressed.
"Since it's up to me …" Roland's voice paused, then he said firmly, "Isn't there a saying on the Internet that only children make multiple-choice questions, adults have to!"
Hahahahaha!
Hearty laughter came from the phone first, and then Ma Huajun said, "You really are a greedy adult. Unfortunately, I, Ma Huajun, love to say 'no' to self-righteous people. Choose one of the two, you can only choose one. Besides, we have to consider the balance of the professions. Mages are already very powerful, and if Meditation has both active and passive effects, it would be too outrageous. "
Roland didn't expect this chief planner to know how to play jokes. He thought for a moment and said, "What are the full effects of the passive skills?"
"Don't worry, it's a little worse than active skills, but it's better in that it can last."
"Passive effects," Roland said after thinking for a moment.
This wasn't a random choice, but he had already felt the fact that Mages' mental power recovery was slow. And what troubled Mages wasn't equipment or the number of spells, but mental power.
The amount of spiritual energy and the speed at which they could sustain themselves determined a mage's ability to fight continuously.
Moreover, this game was different from normal games. Equipment could be damaged or stolen. Even if you had a lot of magical equipment, if you didn't have friends to guard your corpse or retrieve your equipment after a battle, you would soon be left with nothing.
As for the passive recovery of mental power, it would always belong to him.
"Alright, it's a passive effect then." Ma Huajun's voice came from the phone, "Then I'll hang up first. You'll see the bug fix announcement on the official website in a while."
"Wait!" Roland suddenly shouted.
"Is there anything else?"
"I just want to ask, are those NPCs really just artificial intelligence?"
"What do you think? A meaningful voice came from the phone. "If you think he's an NPC, then he's an NPC. If you think he's a real human, then he's a real human. This game is actually very idealistic. "
After the other party finished speaking, he hung up, not giving Roland a chance to ask any questions.
When Roland was about to call back, he found that the caller ID had turned into eleven zeros. The caller ID was normal. Did he remember it wrong?
It was impossible to dial this number.
Idealistic? What did that mean?
He couldn't figure it out. Roland shook his head helplessly and hastily finished his breakfast.
He had wanted to go to the boxing club again, but when he thought that Jin Wenwen seemed to be quite interested in the virtual cabin at home, he gave up the idea.
Although he paid a year's tuition, it was only a few thousand dollars, and he had almost three hundred thousand in his bank account now. It didn't matter if he "wasted" a little.
Maybe he should go to another training club to learn a weapon or something. Roland remembered that Mages could carry a sword in their basic weapon proficiency.
Learn fencing?
But it wouldn't hurt to learn basic military swordsmanship from Betta.
However, the growth of Mages' physical agility was only slightly better than that of ordinary people, and he hadn't learned any buff spells, so he couldn't use it for the time being.
It was better to be prepared! In any case, he would learn it first. He had nothing to do during the day anyway.
He looked it up online and found that there were no places in the city that taught swordsmanship.
Hmm … this was the disadvantage of a small eighteenth-tier city. Although normal food, clothing, and housing weren't a problem, it was hard to find a place to get some higher-level entertainment or learn higher-level skills. If it wasn't this, it was that.
Just as he was feeling disappointed, he actually found a "miaodao" training club in the map navigation. Judging from the location, it should be in the eastern suburbs.
Miaodao!
This was Nanjiang. There were many Miao people, and as a minority, the Miao people had the privilege of carrying a sword with them.
It was just that this society was becoming safer and more stable, and the Miao people rarely carried a sword anymore. Apart from occasionally wearing their own ethnic clothing, their living customs were no different from the main ethnic group.
Moreover, with Roland's shallow knowledge of history, he knew that the Miao people's sword wasn't called miaodao. The miaodao only appeared after the Republic of China, and it was just a name for a sword.
It was said that miaodao techniques were based on the Japanese two-handed sword and sword techniques, but the attack style was more in line with the Chinese people's habit of opening and closing.
After all, the average height of Chinese martial artists in the past was much higher than that of Japanese martial artists.
Was this miaodao club selling dog meat with a sheep's head, or was it an authentic Han miaodao technique?
It would be clear once he went to take a look.
Roland rode a public bike and followed the map navigation to the suburbs, which took him nearly half an hour.
After leaving the city center, there were significantly fewer people on the streets, and some fields began to appear on both sides of the road, growing vegetables and fruits.
In an open space that was about to be developed, Roland found this miaodao club.
The miaodao club took up a large area, but it was very simple.
There was a large shed built with two layers of iron sheets to keep out the sun and rain, and then there was a large, flat, smooth, and even slightly reflective cement floor.
A red brick wall only reaching Roland's chest surrounded this piece of land.
There was a wooden sign hanging at the door. Unlike the simple venue, this sign's workmanship was very exquisite.
The square, brown wood had been polished until it was glossy, and the three words "miaodao club" were deeply etched into the wood. Then, it was painted in black, making it look quite sharp.
Through the low wall, Roland saw four students in regular clothes inside, wielding long wooden swords high up in the air.
On the side, a young girl was carrying a bucket and sprinkling water on the cement floor, seemingly to lower the temperature.
There was also a young man leaning against the load-bearing iron pillar of the large shed, watching the four students train.
When Roland's gaze fell on him, this person also turned his head to look at him.
His eyes were like the eyes of a dead fish, without any luster or spirit.
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