While the other organizations were scouting for information, Roland wasn't idle either. He wanted to use the Mage's way to find his enemy.
"Tell me where the enemy's organization is." Roland used Lesser Benediction.
The small stick that was erected didn't fall.
Instead, the magic power in the air vibrated, and Roland couldn't help but cough a few times. Lesser Benediction failed and suffered a slight magic backlash.
Was it because there was no name for the organization?
Roland considered the meaning of the wish he had just made and said, "Wish to point out the direction of my enemy."
The stick fell, then rolled in a circle.
Roland's expression was instantly speechless.
As it turned out, my enemies were everywhere, covering the entire world.
But this was normal when he thought about it. "Enemy" itself implied the meaning of harm to oneself.
Like wild beasts, magical beasts, and so on, might also be included.
Moreover, even among the players, there were people who were quite dissatisfied with Roland and were interested in hunting full-server experts.
There were always a lot of players who liked PVP.
For example, Headmaster Huang, a Warrior, was still attacked three times under the protection of many guild members, and succeeded twice.
Roland had spatial magic, a high level, and a great force, unlike Headmaster Huang, who only had a guild, so the hunt for Roland had been delayed until now.
As for Saint Samurai Schuck, they had even less desire to kill him.
For one thing, Schuck had a dragon that flew around all day long.
For another, he stayed in the Holy Realm all the time and rarely appeared outside.
Except for Schuck, it was impossible for other players to sneak into the high-level area of light.
Roland thought about it and continued, "Wish the location of Johnson's master!"
This time, the stick fell again, then rolled in a circle again.
Oh … so Johnson has many masters?
"It seems that not knowing the true identity of the enemy is troublesome, even Lesser Benediction can't do anything about it."
Roland gave up.
Lesser Benediction had a lot of limitations.
Commands that were too complicated couldn't be understood, and those that were too costly couldn't be realized.
What if it was Greater Benediction?
The problem was that Roland didn't know Greater Benediction.
It seemed that he could only do so for now.
Besides, Roland actually wasn't too optimistic about Greater Benediction.
It was said that it could fulfill any wish, even resurrection.
But the problem was, try making a god with Greater Benediction!
It definitely wouldn't work.
It was still a matter of energy intensity.
Moreover, he might not be able to withstand the subsequent side effects.
Therefore, as long as one could bear the cost, both Big and Small Benediction were very useful. However, both of them had their limits.
It seemed that trickery was not going to work.
Roland gave up the idea of looking for it with Benediction and focused on studying magic.
Optimize Teleportation, Magic Shield, and reduce the casting requirements.
Another day of game time was over. Roland climbed out of the virtual cabin.
After washing up, his mother had already prepared breakfast.
Fish and lean meat porridge with ginseng slices.
There were also steamed buns with wolfberries in them.
Roland ate happily.
His mother sat opposite him and said, "Ah Wei, you look a little pale and weak now. You have to take care of your body … When are you going to bring the girl back for us to see?"
Roland's face immediately turned green.
Now that he was using magic every day, how could he not be weak?
If it weren't for the fact that his mother was making healthy and strong dishes for him to eat every day, he would probably be even weaker.
No … Looks like I can't give up on training, and I have to find some time to practice the Daoist Nourishment of Life.
Anyway, the framework of the secret base had already been set up, so he didn't have to go there for a whole day. He could go there for half a day every day.
Practice the body, practice the Daoist bedroom techniques.
In this way, the days went by, and about a month later, he finally completed the optimization of the simplified version of the Magic Shield.
The simplified version of the Magic Shield was specially made completely transparent in order to fit the situation in reality.
It was truly completely transparent.
In addition, the protection had been greatly reduced.
In the game, assuming there was enough magic power, it was estimated that it could withstand the bombardment of four 410mm caliber cannons, but in reality, it could block at most Desert Eagle caliber bullets.
And at most, it could block about twenty shots. The gap was quite obvious.
But there was no way around it.
His body in reality didn't have a high growth template. If calculated according to the values in the game, it was estimated to be only 8 points of intelligence growth and about 6 points of spirit growth.
The others were even worse, such as Constitution, which was estimated to be only about 4 points.
And the "level" was still low.
But it didn't matter. Being able to cast spells now was already a kind of "evolution."
So Roland was very satisfied.
With the Magic Shield, Roland was much safer in the Evolution Grasses.
He wasn't afraid of things like miscanthus and pests.
And as time went by, the supporting facilities of this suburban park were gradually being built.
After all, the rabbit country was proud of the speed of infrastructure.
Roland walked on the mountain path, and even during the day, he could occasionally see one or two passers-by wandering on the mountain path.
In particular, there was an old man who looked very spirited, who could be seen every day or two.
After a long time, the two even knew each other and became nodding acquaintances.
There were more people, and it seemed that he would have to pay more attention in the future.
In fact, it was better to come to the secret base late at night.
But the problem was … he had to enter the game world at night.
There was a conflict of time.
"It seems that I have to get Teleportation out."
Roland was sitting on a stone chair at this time … Using Mud to Stone, he could do a lot of things, and all kinds of stone furniture were at his fingertips.
At this time, above the secret base, there was a golden ball that emitted warm light hanging, and on the entire wall behind him, there were all kinds of potted plants.
There were already more than a hundred pots.
Cheap potted plants such as devil's ivy, cactus, green pines, and water pines were all planted.
There were even blueberries and small tomatoes.
Thanks to the thirteen hours of "sunlight," the carbon dioxide and oxygen cycle had been completely realized here.
In the evening, Roland left the secret base and then crawled out of the deep grass, but as soon as he came out of the mountain path, he saw an old man standing in the middle of the mountain path and looking at him with great interest.
"Young man, hello."
Roland patted himself calmly, pretending to brush off the grass, and then said with a smile, "Hello, sir."
The old man stood very straight with his hands behind his back.
Judging from his appearance … Roland estimated that he should be a retired old cadre.
"When I saw you go up the mountain earlier, you clearly had two potted plants in your hands. Why did you throw them away?"
Roland pretended to be stunned. "Potted plants? I didn't bring potted plants. "
It was true that Roland didn't bring potted plants today, because he felt that there were enough plants for oxygen circulation.
"Is that so?" The old man smiled unconcernedly. "I find that you like to occupy the mountains."
"Yes, I do," Roland said with a smile. "Just like how you like to take a walk at noon, sir."
"There aren't many young people like you who like to drill into the mountains."
"There aren't many old people who take a walk at noon like you, sir. It's usually in the evening."
It was tit-for-tat.
It was almost as if to say, "It's none of your business what I like to do."
"Haha." The old man smiled lightly. "There are many snakes and insects in the mountains. Bring some insect repellent things to rub on your body in the future."
"Thank you for the reminder, sir." Roland shrugged. "Then I'll go home first, it's late."
He turned around and left.
It was evening, and the setting sun was infinitely beautiful.
Then the old man caught up with Roland in two or three steps and walked side by side with him. "Young man, what's your surname?"
Roland didn't want to speak or answer him.
Seeing that Roland didn't respond, the old man smiled helplessly. "You're quite vigilant at such a young age."
"Then, sir, what's your surname, where do you live, and how many people are there in your family?"
"Oh …"
Seeing that the old man didn't speak, Roland smiled.
The old man sighed. He slowed down and waited for Roland to walk in front of him before he slowly followed him down the mountain with his hands behind his back.
After reaching the bottom of the mountain, Roland left on his mountain bike.
The old man, on the other hand, walked to the side and got into a black sedan.
Then he took out his phone, dialed a number, and said, "Xiaofan, do you have a surveillance device there that can automatically record for a month or two and is very well hidden?"
"Yes." A young man's voice came from the phone. "Uncle, what do you want these things for?"
"I saw something quite curious. You know I won't feel comfortable until I figure things out."
"Oh, Uncle, what happened?"
"Well, I've been going for a walk in Huixian River Park these days."
"Well, yes, yes."
"Then I saw a young man coming for a walk from time to time. At first I thought he was taking a walk, but then I found that he would always disappear halfway up the mountain, so I kept an eye on him. Finally, I found that he was always drilling into the grass."
"Uncle, it's not a big deal, is it?"
"The problem is that he was holding two potted plants in his hand. He took them every time, but not today. And these potted plants disappeared after he appeared again. Don't you think it's strange? "
"Often taking potted plants up the mountain? What kind of hobby is that? "
"Yes, I was curious, so I went to ask him, but he was very vigilant, very vigilant. When I was selling goods to Russia back then, I developed a pair of eyes for people. That kid is definitely not simple. "
"What's even stranger is that the potted plants disappeared when he came out." The young man's curiosity was also piqued. "It's really interesting."
"Yes, get some surveillance devices over, and we'll install a few in that place to see what secrets there are?"
The voice on the phone said, "That's fine, but I don't have that kind of equipment in the store right now, but I'm out stocking up now and won't be back until the day after tomorrow. Why don't I come to you the day after tomorrow?"
"Okay."
At this time, Roland returned home and was eating when he received a call from Night Tide Sands.
"Roland, are you free tomorrow during the day?"
"Of course," Roland said as he ate the tonic soup, "What's the matter?"
"Tomorrow I'm going to the wedding of a classmate in the next city, but my big brother isn't free tomorrow, so can you go with me? I'm a little worried if I'm going alone."
It was really not good for a girl to go out of town alone.
Roland immediately agreed. "Okay, no problem. What time are we going tomorrow morning?"
Night Tide Sands had made him delicious breakfast every day some time ago, and recently because he needed to nourish his body, Roland ate at home.
Since the other party was so loyal and needed help, Roland certainly wouldn't refuse.
"I'll pick you up in my car around eight-thirty."
Night Tide Sands' voice sounded very happy.
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