Roland watched from the sidelines and didn't rush in.
He watched the father and son quarrel and watch them part on bad terms.
That's what he said before the middle-aged man rushed out of the yard.
"With that money, wouldn't it be better to put it on Sopma?" The middle-aged man scolded angrily. "Nana is just a girl, and she's going to get married in the future. So what if she learns well and becomes a Mage?"
"Sopma has no talent," Old Beckrum rebuked angrily. "My granddaughter has talent for magic. Isn't it better for our family to have a genius Mage than a mediocre Warrior?"
"I told you, she's going to get married sooner or later, and sooner or later she's going to take someone else's surname." The middle-aged man roared, "We're going to give away these ten years of hard work as a dowry? I don't want you to do it! With that money, wouldn't it be better for me to eat and drink every day? "
"But …"
The middle-aged man reached out and interrupted, "Old man, don't say anymore. If you really want to do this, do it yourself. I'll take Sopma and leave this house, and I'll raise her myself. "
"You!"
Old Beckrum was so angry that his head was dizzy, and he leaned sideways and braced his hand on the stone table next to him.
The middle-aged man snorted and swung his hand away.
He opened the wooden door of the yard, only to see Roland standing outside, and was about to lose his temper when he saw Roland in his magic robe.
He dared to be mean to his own family, but he dared not disrespect Roland, a Mage.
He even laughed, nodded obsequiously at Roland, and sidled past the latter, a little timid and nervous.
Roland ignored him and entered the yard, where he saw Old Beckrum sitting on a stone bench, the old woman rubbing his back.
Roland stared at the child crawling around next to him. He had always thought it was a boy, but he didn't expect it to be a girl.
But the tiger-looking one did look more like a boy.
"I'm sorry, sir," Old Beckrum said sheepishly. Old Beckrum said sheepishly, "My son doesn't know much about the world. He's a typical Farean who favors boys over girls, alas!"
It wasn't Roland's place to comment on other people's family affairs. He said, "I'm going up to the third floor to rest for a while, so I won't bother you."
"The quilt and sheets have been changed." Beckrum smiled.
The old woman next to her also smiled. Roland nodded.
He went up to the third floor and found that there was only one room with a large open balcony.
The bedding in the room was quite clean, and it even smelled of sunlight mixed with the scent of soap tongs.
Roland sat down and stretched himself.
Players didn't need to sleep, but they still needed to rest.
When in a resting state, the system will automatically adjust the player's Fatigue Value.
This place was not suitable for magic experiments. There was no barrier to protect it. If the magic failed, the whole building would be blown to pieces by the magic.
So he started surfing the internet.
Half a million players and millions of netizens were active on the forum. They had everything they wanted to see.
While Roland was having a good time in the game, an emergency meeting was being held in the underground laboratory in reality.
The person in charge sat on the podium and said solemnly, "The higher-ups have sent a message. Comrade Huang Wenwei's matter will be classified as a first-class secret from now on. No one is allowed to leak it. Do you understand?"
Everyone nodded.
If the ability to extract deuterium and tritium made Roland very functional, then the matter of rubbing a nuclear bomb was completely a strategic-level humanoid weapon.
Such a person, of course, couldn't be known to outsiders, or there would be a huge uproar all over the world.
"This is also to protect him," the person in charge continued. "The higher-ups also sent a message asking us to find a way to transfer him to the northwest without arousing Roland's disgust. If it doesn't work, give up. Roland's personal will is no longer important. "
There were many uninhabited areas in the northwest that were very suitable for building large-scale underground laboratories.
In fact, many unknown scientific research results were completed in such a place.
Everyone present understood that the higher-ups' decision was very reasonable.
A nuclear-bomb-level explosion, no matter how underground facilities were reinforced or guarded against, would cause a great shock.
This place wasn't far from a small city, and a nuclear explosion was enough to cause a strong tremor in all the cities within two or three hundred kilometers.
One or two times could be covered up with a small earthquake.
What if it happened more often?
It would be a wonder if it didn't cause panic.
So, sending Roland to the uninhabited areas in the northwest was the most reasonable approach.
"If we want to persuade him, wouldn't it be better to let a beautiful female comrade who's good at psychology take the field?"
The person in charge nodded. "We did consider that. But the problem is that the comrades in the intelligence department have investigated Roland's life since he was a child, as well as his online statements, downloads, and so on. They have already drawn a picture of his personality. "
"This is confidential, but we all have the right and obligation to listen to it, so that we can cooperate with him better in the future."
The person in charge picked up a white, slightly thick book next to him, on which was written "Analysis of Huang Wenwei's (Roland's) Character and Abilities."
"There's a lot of content in this book." The person in charge patted the book and said with a smile, "But there's a summary at the end. You can listen to it."
Everyone subconsciously began to record the content in their own way.
"Comrade Huang is first and foremost a Han Chinese with some ethnic tendencies. Of course, it's not serious, and it won't make him hostile to other ethnic groups or races of other skin colors. Then, he's more rational and modest, and tends to act like a normal person. You all know that there's no such thing as a completely normal person in this world. It's because nobody dares to define the personality and data of a completely normal person. "
Everybody laughed.
What was a normal person? Those who conformed to the current society and the general understanding of the people in the country were considered normal people.
But society was changing.
Ten years ago and ten years later, the general understanding of the people would change.
So, there was only a rough range, and there was no such thing as a completely normal person.
"In terms of hobbies, he likes to play games, which fits the interests of most modern teenagers." Speaking of this, the person in charge seemed to be amused. "The comrades in the intelligence department also tracked the serial numbers of the Japanese romance movies that he surfed the Internet and downloaded in recent years."
The audience burst into laughter.
The person in charge also held back his laughter and continued after a long time, "The top three most downloaded action stars are as follows: XZMLY, WTL, and LZLL. They have one thing in common, which is that their secondary sexual characteristics are particularly magnificent. "
There was another round of laughter from below.
A researcher who often watched the livestreams shouted, "We've known that for a long time. It's no secret that Roland likes the wives of murderers."
The researchers laughed even more heartily.
"That's only half right. Roland only likes magnificent secondary sexual characteristics, and the wife just happened to run into the muzzle of the gun. She just happens to be someone else's wife, which is the queen that you game otakus often talk about. "
Everybody in the conference room laughed so hard that they couldn't stand straight, and some were laughing so hard that their eyes almost popped out.
The person in charge stopped for a long time. He was also holding back his laughter. It couldn't be helped. As a leader, it would be very embarrassing if he laughed like this on the podium!
After a while, he said solemnly, "That's the problem."
Everybody immediately stopped laughing and became serious.
"The higher-ups originally wanted to send a few female comrades with good figures, who met Comrade Huang's aesthetic standards, and who were good at psychology to help and observe and assist Comrade Huang's mental state, so that he could experiment and grow in a more relaxed state." The person in charge sighed. "But after a lot of selection, we finally discovered a sad fact. None of our candidates met the requirements. They were all too slender and lacked a magnificent chest. "
The corner of the person in charge's mouth twitched as he said this, and he wanted to laugh but couldn't.
The others didn't have so many concerns.
Another burst of laughter burst out in the conference room.
After the laughter, a researcher who was a bit of an otaku shouted, "Leader, that doesn't seem right. At least, I've seen quite a few psychologists who have excellent figures and are quite beautiful."
"There are, but they either don't have a high enough level, or they don't pass the political test. Comrade Huang's confidentiality level has been raised, and the previous selection conditions are no longer applicable, "the person in charge said helplessly. "So, the higher-ups are in a dilemma right now. They asked us to find a way to do Comrade Huang's work first, and they'll send a suitable psychologist over as soon as possible."
Everybody in the conference room understood what the person in charge meant.
They just wanted to build a good relationship with Roland.
Let him feel the warmth of a big family, and it would be easier for him to talk later.
It wasn't difficult. Although the researchers weren't good at hitting on girls, they were really good at building a good relationship with men.
It was very simple. As long as you talked to me about games, porn, and politics, we would be good friends.
How straightforward.
Roland didn't know that he was being studied from head to toe.
In the game, it was already the next morning at this moment.
This town was very small, and there couldn't be organizations like the Guild of Mercenaries or the Guild of Assassins that could be responsible for intelligence.
But that didn't mean there weren't intelligence dealers here.
It was still a tavern. Roland found the largest tavern in town, found the bartender, put a silver coin in front of him, and said, "I want to know who has the best information in this town."
The bartender pocketed the silver coins and said rather happily, "Old Beckrum, of course. He's the oldest guy in our town, and he's still very strong. He knows almost everything that goes on in town."
"Is there anyone else?" Roland asked.
Because Beckrum hadn't been in town these days, and as a guide, he had to go out and pick up work.
Roland found him in another big city.
That was three days ago.
And the residual magic aura in the yellow mud was probably only a matter of three or four days, and Beckrum certainly didn't know outside.
"Then it can only be Polisila from the potion hall." The bartender thought about it and said, "She likes to collect information about other people's homes, and probably knows a lot of things that ordinary people don't."
"How do we find her?"
"On the west side of the town, the tallest building with white walls is the one. It's time for her to sell potions, so she should be at home. "
"So have there been any other strange people in town lately?"
The bartender looked steadily at Roland.
Okay … Am I the only stranger here?
Roland left the tavern and found the white building on the west side of town.
There was indeed a woman working inside with her back to the door.
There was a wooden sign at the door, quite fresh, probably just recently replaced.
The sign read: West Town Magic Potion Hall.
Potions?
Alchemical potions?
As soon as Roland walked in, he smelled a strong herbal scent.
"May I ask what you need …" The busy woman with her back to Roland turned around at the sound of the door, and when she saw Roland's attire, she immediately stammered, "Mr. Mage, please … ask, is there anything you … need?"
There were no potions in this world; the correct name was "alchemical potions."
Generally, those who called alchemical potions magic potions were all people who didn't know much about magic and were full of awe, uninformed, and uncultured.
Polisila knew about alchemical potions, but she was in the business of farmers and peasant women in this remote town, so of course she had to cater to the market and call alchemical potions magic potions.
Roland walked to the counter and was a little surprised to see the few potions on it.
Agility Potion, Strength Potion, Disease-Curing Potion, and so on.
They were all low-level potions, and the effects were probably not good because they didn't contain much magic power.
But this was indeed a finished potion, not a fake, and the formula was correct.
The reason why the quality wasn't high was because the amount of magic power in this woman was too little.
Less than one percent of Roland's.
It was already impressive enough to be able to put mixed magic power into a potion, not to mention how pure and abundant the magic power was.
"Good potion! You used to be a magic apprentice? "Roland asked the woman.
"Yes, Your Excellency." The woman calmed down. She bowed, not daring to look at Roland. "I became a magic apprentice when I was fifteen, but because of my poor aptitude, I never became an official Mage. I was kicked out of the Magic Tower by my mentor when I was twenty-seven, and now I can only make potions for a living."
"I've come to ask you something."
"Please speak, Cabinet. As long as I know, I won't hide anything."
Most magic apprentices, even if they couldn't become official Mages, were still fanatical about the profession of Mage.
They were even more fanatical than the average person.
Because they were in a state where they thought they could touch it, but hadn't yet.
It was this state that made them quite fanatical about their goals, always thinking that if they worked a little harder, they would succeed.
Under their fanaticism, they had a sense of inferiority and reverence for true Mages.
Like a bootlicker dangling from a green tea tree, the latter always thought that he was about to succeed and that if he worked a little harder, he would succeed.
Then he would treat the green tea better and better.
"Do you know what unusual things have happened in town recently? Especially related to that special piece of yellow mud in the east of town. "
Polisila's expression immediately became excited. "I knew there was something wrong with that place! Sir, you don't know, but three days ago, when I was at home, I felt a strange magic power in town, so I plucked up the courage to go over and take a look. Guess what I found? "
"Please go ahead." Roland put a silver coin on the table.
Polisila didn't take it. She said excitedly, "I saw an elf! A naked elf. "
Roland: Huh?
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