The days of magic research were happy, and in the blink of an eye, another three months had passed.
On this day, Roland had just escaped from Andonara's gentle offensive in the game, and his mind was blank as he lay back against the back of his chair to recover his stamina.
Andonara now knew how to drain Roland faster and more efficiently.
After all, she had fully understood Roland's XP and his sensitive points.
Right now, Roland was in no mood to think about other women.
Of course, Vivian would join the battle between the two from time to time.
This made Roland in a state of tranquility most of the time.
Even when he saw Nia, an angel with a perfect figure and a beautiful face, he didn't have any thoughts in that regard.
Because most of the time, Roland was in a sage state.
Just like now.
Finally recovering from the ethereal state of a sage, Roland continued to study magic.
He wanted to study the virtual Divine Spark too, but he had already read the contents of the manual and even practiced it, and now his progress was stuck.
Roland didn't have much direction on what to do next.
He could only make the most basic estimations.
For example … increase the number of believers.
But Roland wouldn't do this test for now.
Because Nia's previous reaction made him a little worried.
This was only the virtual Divine Spark, and the number of believers was only one.
If there were more believers, would she find out?
What would happen if she found out?
Would she be a threat to him?
These things had to be taken into consideration.
So Roland wasn't in a hurry to push the virtual Divine Spark's ability, at least until he reached Legend and got his first law-level specialty.
He experimented until noon and was about to take a break when he saw that in the guild system chat room, someone had pinged him.
Now that everyone in F6 had their own things to do, they didn't get together much, and although there wasn't anything important, they generally wouldn't contact each other.
So he immediately opened the guild chat room.
Betta: "Brother Roland, there's a very beautiful girl who claims to be a member of the Wolf Clan and is asking about you everywhere in Wetland City. Is she your lover? She's not a mistress you're keeping outside, is she? Do you want me to kick her out? "
Roland: "Get lost, no, I'll go find her immediately."
Betta: "You're in such a hurry, and you're still saying no?"
Roland: "Whatever you think."
Betta: "If she really isn't, introduce her to me, I like her."
Roland: Get lost!
Betta: "Heh, you've given yourself away."
Roland snorted and closed the guild chat room. Then, he went to Andonara and told her that he was going to Wetland City.
At this moment, Andonara was having afternoon tea. Next to her were the mayor's wife, his daughter, and Nia.
Hearing Roland's words, Andonara smiled and said, "Come back quickly."
At this moment, Nia suddenly jumped up and grabbed Roland's hand. "Wait, I want to go too!"
She had been craving the delicacies of Wetland City for a long time and wanted to go there again.
Although Andonara's cooking skills had suddenly improved for some reason, she knew too few dishes, and Nia was a little tired of them after a few months.
Roland looked at her, considering.
The Winterwolf Holy Lady was probably looking for him because of the lich. If there was still a need to fight, then Nia could be considered a powerful combat force.
Angels … hated liches the most.
However, without waiting for Roland to agree, Andonara, who was next to him, slowly stood up. She smiled and pressed Nia's shoulder, narrowed her eyes, and said, "Nia, I'm lonely at home, can you stay with me?"
Nia looked at Andonara's smiling expression, and for some reason, she felt a chill run down her spine.
"But, Mother asked me to follow him …" Nia said timidly.
"It's okay, Roland will be back soon." Andonara's narrowed eyes opened slightly, and in her slightly exposed eyes, there was cold resentment. "I'm really lonely when you're gone."
Next to her, the mayor's wife and her daughter looked outside in unison, over the walls of the manor, as if there were beautiful flowers growing over there.
"But …" Nia still wanted to struggle.
But Andonara's hand, like a giant pincer, pressed down hard on Nia's shoulder.
As an angel, Nia was very strong in combat, but at this moment, she couldn't move.
To be honest, Andonara's current combat power was already at the peak of what could be achieved as a human in the main plane.
Except for the Winterwolf, the Water God, and the World Tree, she was invincible.
Even the Winterwolf Holy Lady could at most tie with her.
Even if Roland threw a large nuclear bomb, he wouldn't be able to kill Andonara.
After all, her speed was too fast.
At the moment of the explosion, she could turn into a phoenix and flee.
As long as she flew fast enough, the explosion couldn't catch up.
Besides, her defense was very strong, and she was more resistant to high temperatures.
Of course, if she was restrained in place and couldn't move, that would be another story.
With her level of strength, not to mention Nia, whose wings were sealed, even if her wings were still there, Andonara would probably break her wings for Roland.
Nia looked at Andonara's smiling eyes and subconsciously swallowed. "Okay, okay."
Andonara's amazing pressure disappeared at once. She took Nia's hand and sat down, smiling gently and kindly. "That's my good friend. By the way, I just recently learned from Roland a pasta cooking method unique to the Golden Sons, called knife-shaved noodles … I'll make it for you, okay?"
Nia subconsciously swallowed and nodded repeatedly. "Okay, okay."
Then Andonara smiled at Roland and said, "Darling, go and come back soon."
How could Roland not understand what had just happened? He shook his head and smiled helplessly, then teleported away.
After the magic light and shadow disappeared, the mayor's wife looked at Andonara admiringly. "Anna, your technique of controlling your husband is really impressive."
Andonara smiled but didn't say anything.
Nia was simple-minded and didn't know what happened at all. She looked around and asked in confusion, "What is a technique of controlling a husband?"
"It's a cooking technique."
Oh!
Roland teleported to Wetland City, and after a little asking, he found the Winterwolf Holy Lady's lodging.
It was a fairly "cheap" hotel in Wetland City.
It was a hotel opened by the players themselves, and it had all kinds of decorations and layouts.
Luxurious, pastoral, Nordic, South American, Oriental, West African, and so on!
In addition to the good style and beautiful furniture, it was also clean, and the service attitude was surprisingly good.
The price of the hotel was surprisingly high compared to the local NPCs in the game.
Ordinary people couldn't afford to live in this kind of place, and players wouldn't live there; it was specifically for big merchants, nobles, and so on.
The Frostwolf Clan had always been poor, and naturally didn't dare to waste money staying in this kind of player-run hotel.
So he found a cheap hotel that was run by an NPC in the game world.
Not to mention that it was small, it wasn't very clean either.
But for the people of the Winterwolf Clan, it was nothing.
When Roland found the Winterwolf Holy Lady, she was sitting in the courtyard of the hotel with four men in white animal skin coats, each holding a few skewers of roast meat and chewing slowly.
They were also crying as they chewed.
Roland thought they were like this because they weren't used to spicy food.
The level of food in this world was relatively backward, and it was mainly salty and sweet.
There were very few spicy and sour foods.
In particular, there was almost no spicy flavor.
The main reason was that they didn't find a suitable spicy seasoning.
But those foodies, or rather, the lifestyle players, managed to find spicy plants in the forest that tasted similar to chili peppers.
It was a large tree whose leaves were quite spicy.
This tree grew in old forests, and no one gave it a starting point. After all, there were no specialized biologists in this world to classify plants and animals.
So the players affectionately called this tree the spicy tree.
It was even cultivated near Wetland City.
Normally speaking, the vast majority of people in this world weren't used to spicy food.
The first time they touched spicy barbecue, they would eat and cry like this.
But when Roland went in, he heard the Winterwolf Holy Lady whisper, "So delicious, so expensive … so delicious, so expensive, sob sob!"
So she was worried about money.
It couldn't be helped. When she came to Wetland City before, it was Roland, the big boss, who treated her.
Now that she was buying it, it certainly felt different.
Hearing the door open, the Winterwolf Holy Lady finished the skewer in her hand and reluctantly put down the three in her left hand.
She knew very well that when she talked to Roland, these three skewers of roast meat would definitely be eaten by her three clansmen.
Then she sucked on her right hand a few times.
There was a bit of barbecue sauce on it.
If an ordinary person licked their fingers like this, it would give off an unhygienic feeling.
But the Winterwolf Holy Lady was fair and her lips were bright red, and when she licked them like this, it gave off an erotic feeling.
Finally, she stood in front of Roland and said, "I've been looking for you for days. I thought you were going to tear up the contract."
Roland waved his hand. "How is that possible!"
"Why not!" The Winterwolf Holy Lady wrinkled her nose and said, "Five hundred gold coins. A lot, a lot. "
Ugh … Roland suddenly realized that his current mentality had changed.
He almost didn't think of money as money anymore.
Over the past three months, the Church of Magic had sent more and more gold coins each time, and now Roland was too lazy to count how much money was left in his treasury.
It was piled up into a hill anyway.
And this would continue in the future, with money being sent every month.
The Goddess of Magic was quite generous.
Now that he was doing magic experiments, he no longer considered money.
Instead, he considered whether that thing could be bought with money.
"It's not convenient to talk here, let's talk in the room." The Winterwolf Holy Lady pointed to the hotel.
Roland shook his head. "No, let's go to my manor."
In Wetland City, Roland had a large piece of land, all given to him by Betta.
Most of it went to the Association of Mages he established.
Then he built his manor with the remaining one-third.
Then he hired some people to help take care of it, and Beatrice was arranged to stay here.
After all, Andonara didn't seem to like her very much.
Back at the manor, Beatrice was quite happy to hear that Roland had come.
She ignored the Winterwolf Holy Lady and busied herself, serving Roland like a servant.
Then she showed off the cooking skills she learned from the Golden Sons in Wetland City and made three home-cooked dishes.
After doing this, she retreated and stopped bothering Roland.
"Is this a lover you keep outside?" asked the Winterwolf Holy Lady.
Roland shook his head. "She's the wife of a friend of mine. My friend died, and I took pity on her, so I took care of her for the time being."
The Winterwolf Holy Lady had an understanding expression and nodded repeatedly. "I know, I've been asking around about you these past few days, and I've gotten to know you a little. You're the kind of person who only likes wives and doesn't do anything to non-wives. I was a little worried that I'd be targeted by you, but now I'm not worried at all. "
Roland sighed helplessly. "Since when am I that kind of person? Whether you believe it or not, I didn't touch her … Wait, why am I explaining these things to you, let's get down to business. "
The Winterwolf Holy Lady teased. "Hehe, don't make the atmosphere so serious, we're friends too."
They were indeed friends … the kind that met on a regular basis.
Roland recalled the way the Winterwolf Holy Lady dressed in a rope costume, which was indeed a rare work of art.
It was just that he was still in a sage state and didn't have any physiological reactions.
"So good friend, you're in such a hurry to see me, is there some good news?" Roland ate some of the dishes on the table and nodded in satisfaction.
The Winterwolf Holy Lady also skewered a vegetable with a fork and put it in her mouth to chew.
The more northerly the people were, the more they liked to eat green vegetables.
As she chewed, she said, "It's considered good news, we overturned at least twenty liches' camps and broke at least thirty liches' containers, which they call leather cases. Then we discovered a very bad situation. Now the liches' leather cases are getting stronger and stronger. "
"Oh, what do you mean?"
"It's reasonable to say that liches don't know anything other than spells, and even if they have some melee ability, it won't be too outrageous."
Roland nodded.
"But have you ever seen a lich that spins a blizzard on a horse, summons a large number of undead warriors, and then, without magic power, charges on horseback with a spear and almost skewered two of our Warriors to death?"
Roland shook his head.
Lancer, a special advanced profession for cavalry.
Its core skill was a derivative skill of Riding, which was called Captive Shrimp.
About a year ago, a player finally became a Lancer by accident.
Then the effect of the core skill, Captive Shrimp, was released.
Drifting on a horse … and drifting in the forest.
It was extremely coquettish.
Then it was also possible to see the bad taste of the planners.
The Winterwolf Holy Lady said, "That's not all. We also saw swordsman liches that can swing sword auras without magic power, liches that can use curved arrows, and liches that can sprint and go invisible."
Roland was speechless when he heard this.
These liches must've developed all the abilities of the players' corpses.
No wonder they wanted his life.
He had magic power control and no materials to cast spells, and if the corpses were really taken by the liches, the result would've been really different.
"So what's next?" asked Roland.
"It's annoying that we can only kill the leather cases," said the Winterwolf Holy Lady. The Winterwolf Holy Lady said, "So, we came to you to see if you can locate the phylacteries of the liches."
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