Hearing the Goddess of Magic's words, all the players present looked at Roland as if he were an enemy.
All kinds of envy, jealousy, and hatred.
You already have a beautiful queen, your secretary works during the day, you work with your secretary at night, and then you have an ambiguous relationship with the Life Goddess, and now the Goddess of Magic actually took the initiative to invite you shopping in full view of everyone.
This was a real goddess.
Not the kind of goddess in the eyes of bootlickers.
"I can't stand it anymore."
"I'm going to drink some soda to wash away the citric acid in my stomach."
"I feel a dimensional shock."
"I'm fine. I still have a succubus at home. I'll go back and find her to comfort me."
"Don't enter the good boat line." O 'Neal glanced at Roland with a sinister smile.
Then these people cursed and walked away.
The phantom of the Goddess of Magic sat on Roland's shoulder and smiled. "These people of yours are really interesting. Although they can't see me, they really don't have much fear of me."
"After all, there are no gods in our world."
Mystra tilted her head to look at Roland's face and whispered, "Do you really think there aren't any?"
"If there were, we would've discovered it long ago."
"Then how did you get here?" Mystra laughed softly. "Did you really get here on your own?"
Roland jerked his head to look at Mystra on his shoulder.
This way, his mouth was very close to Mystra's little phantom, a centimeter or two away from kissing.
But Mystra didn't pull away, and instead she said softly, "Don't be surprised, don't be anxious, continue to grow, and one day you will discover the truth of your world."
"What truth?"
"I'm not sure." Mystra stretched out a little finger and pressed it to Roland's lower lip. "I'm not from your world, how would I know? But with enough strength, the truth of everything in the world will naturally appear in front of you. Just like all of us gods vaguely know the origins of you Golden Sons. "
Roland was silent. The Goddess of Magic's words made him more and more convinced that this world was not a game.
Although he was already extremely suspicious, having his own guesses and having someone verify it were two different feelings.
After a moment, Roland let out a long sigh.
There were gods in his world?
This was something that refreshed his worldview.
"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. You'll find out sooner or later." The Goddess of Magic pressed Roland's face. "Take me around this city. After all, this clone of mine doesn't carry much divine power and won't last much longer."
"Alright."
Roland walked out of the temporary conference center and walked on the streets of Wetland City.
This city was built entirely by players and was completely different from other cities.
Whether it was the layout, the infrastructure, or the core of the system.
Not to mention the main road that was nearly forty meters wide, just the drainage system next to the main road was enough to beat all human cities, including the capital of Fareins.
In addition, this city was quite clean. There were many hawkers on the streets, but it was very clean. There was almost no garbage.
The Goddess of Magic sat on Roland's shoulder and saw all this, then she pointed to the street vendor and asked Roland to take her there with interest.
At this time, they had already walked to the art street.
To be honest, the aesthetic standards of art in the information age were much higher than in this world.
There were people selling wood carvings, clay carvings, and sand carvings.
Some helped people paint, some helped people do interior design, everything was there.
And there were many kinds of art, such as pet elves, anthropomorphic animals, and even gun, mechanical, and robot models.
It was all players who set up stalls here.
Then the NPC tourists or merchants who passed by would walk around this street, which was already one of the "attractions" of Wetland City.
The exotic art of the Golden Sons had gradually spread all over the world.
And the other most famous attraction was the food street next door.
If the arts and crafts market could make people feel the shock of art, then the food street was addictive.
This street, there were all kinds of delicacies.
From childhood to big meals, and many of them were made with local ingredients and the concept of Earth cuisine, top-notch delicacies.
For example, Dragon Soars in the Sky was made with a sub-dragon thigh bone broth that was boiled for a day and a night, paired with meatballs made with chopped tender sub-dragon thigh meat, and simmered in a casserole for three hours. When it was out of the pot, it was sprinkled with something like chives for seasoning, and then this frighteningly delicious meatball soup was ready.
Similar was Night Mooring in Maple Bridge, the main ingredient was Black Magic Viper.
Earthshatter Heavenly Star, the main ingredient was single-horned rabbit meat.
Wrath of the Undead, the main ingredient was a rabbit head … but this thing was only loved by players, and the NPCs of this world took three steps back when they saw it.
There were many similar new dishes. After all, there were too many players who could cook.
There was once a merchant from a distant desert kingdom who shipped desert specialties here and made a lot of money, then said he would eat up the city's delicacies in a month.
As a result … a year later, he didn't even finish a third of the delicacies, and in the end, the money he had on him was almost gone, and he was desperately dragged away by his companions.
When he left Wetland City, he cried miserably.
He shouted, "If I had known, I would have brought more money. If I had known, I would have …"
Roland took the Goddess of Magic through the arts and crafts street and through the food street, and finally came to the front of the city hall.
It was also very lively here. After all, the first floor was the mercenary guild, and a large number of players were here to pick up quests. There were also many NPCs who came from other places to issue quests here, specifying that the Golden Sons should complete them.
Now the players were the most trustworthy among the mercenary community.
Many NPC mercenaries, when taking on quests, would turn into bandits from time to time, kill their employers, and then flee to another city or country to start over.
But when the Golden Sons took on quests, such a thing had never happened for the time being.
If the quest failed, they would even take the initiative to compensate the employer's family and take care of all the funeral arrangements. They were so kind that it was hard to believe they were human.
Who wouldn't like such a considerate and perfect sense of service?
So when they encountered a lot of troublesome quests that didn't involve evil, they would try to assign the Golden Sons to complete them.
Up to this point, two hours had passed.
The Goddess of Magic's clone was getting fainter and fainter, already becoming translucent.
"What a vibrant city." Mystra sighed. "If only my paradise was like this."
There was a touch of loneliness in her tone.
At this moment, a woman walked over from not far away.
Roland knew her, Solisa of the Phoenix Guild.
She walked up to Roland and said in surprise, "What a rare sight to see you on the street. You, a research maniac, aren't in your lab … Speaking of which, what's that mass of pixels on your shoulder?"
Mystra had descended into the world as a clone with a small amount of divine power. If one didn't know in advance, the average person wouldn't be able to sense her true form or see what she looked like.
"This thing … What a dumb little girl." Mystra curled her lips and then said to Roland, "Okay, I'm leaving. Talk to me when you have time."
Then, her clone turned into a wisp of light and floated upward, disappearing.
Solisa froze for a moment. "I seem to have sensed a very enormous, sacred mental power …"
Roland asked aloud, "You seem to have something to talk to me about?"
"Yes." Solisa nodded and said, "Don't you want to build an Association of Mages?"
"It's already under construction."
"I have a similar idea. I want to build a Magic Tower that specializes in summoning magic, and only accepts women."
Roland and Solisa were both celebrities among the players. They stood on the street and talked without moving, which attracted a lot of attention.
"Let's talk on the way." Roland took the initiative to walk first and said, "So have you chosen a place in the city? There aren't many pieces of land that are big enough now. "
"I've already chosen one. It's not in Wetland City," said Solisa with a smile.
"Why?" Roland found it strange. "This is the base of the players. We're all on the same side. We have the same ideology. Wouldn't it be better for us to stick together when we have difficulties?"
Solisa had a weird expression. She looked at Roland with some reproach and some helplessness. In the end, she pointed at the succubi that were already everywhere on the street and said, "Do you think there's a place for us women to talk when there are such creatures everywhere in this city?"
Oh … Roland was speechless for a moment.
It was indeed his fault.
Originally, female players were very competitive.
There were fewer than fifty thousand of them in the first place … about 9.4% of the entire player population. It was well known that the fewer the number of anything, the more precious it was.
Not to mention the girls who played games.
Originally, girls were very popular among male players, and their status was even very high.
There were even countless simps who were willing to do anything to please them.
But once the succubi came out … their status plummeted.
After all, male players also had self-esteem. Previously, the supply and demand were out of balance, and in order to compete, they had to be simps.
But to suck up and be sucked up … Deep down, most men actually wanted to be sucked up.
And succubi liked to suck up to humans the most, especially male players who were physically fit, had good temperament, and were gentle and considerate compared to other races.
Succubi to the point of exploding.
Then there were no male players who were willing to date female players.
They desperately saved money to contract a succubus.
The status of female players plummeted from then on.
Looking at Roland's guilty expression, Solisa sighed and said, "Actually, it's not your fault. It's just a normal market choice. We don't want to stay in this city any longer now, but we also know that we can't be completely cut off from the male player community, so we have to choose a way to stay away from Wetland City but come here immediately when needed. "
Roland understood why the other party had come to him. "You want the teleportation magic array?"
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