Roland's gloating soon enraged Schuck.
He simply replied with one word.
"Get lost!"
Roland couldn't help but laugh. He was so happy to see Schuck fail. This handsome guy was finally punished.
Then, taking advantage of his excitement, he threw the queen sitting on his lap onto the bed and positioned her like a frog with its belly turned upside down.
Three hours later, he left in high spirits, holding his waist, and then went to the big underground cavern to collect a dozen magic power bricks.
It felt like harvesting vegetables on the Happy Farm, full of the joy of harvest.
He looked at his Backpack … in the small warehouse that should now be called a large Mystra's Mansion, the extremely high stack of magic power bricks, and smiled.
Now the efficiency of magic power bricks was obviously much higher, and at this rate, it was estimated that in another six months, he would be able to start making the base of the floating city.
He recalled Mordenkainen's floating city and almost drooled.
Then he subconsciously wiped the corners of his mouth and teleported to the Frostwolf Clan's tribe.
Then he saw that the Winterwolf Holy Lady was performing a ritual.
She was still in that red rope costume.
Everyone else still had their heads down, but Roland was the only one who looked up with great interest.
About ten minutes later, the Winterwolf Holy Lady finished her ritual dance, and the other tribe members left with their heads bowed, while the Holy Lady came to sit in front of Roland.
Looking at the beautiful flesh marks on her snowy skin that had been cut by the red rope, Roland exhaled softly.
The Winterwolf Holy Lady didn't feel shy or embarrassed. She smiled openly and asked, "The employer came to see me in person. Is there any change in the mission?"
Roland nodded. "Indeed. I already know the real murderer behind the lich mission. It's our people. So … the lich mission can be aborted now. "
"That can't be aborted." The Winterwolf Holy Lady was a little disappointed, but soon she smiled. "The liches are very vindictive. Now, either we destroy them all, or they destroy us. The conflict is already irreconcilable."
The Winterwolf Holy Lady and the Frostwolf Clan weren't afraid of the liches. At worst, they could just chase them to the ends of the earth.
But the problem was that if the employer aborted the mission, it meant that there would be no follow-up source of funds.
Although Roland had given the tribe a large sum of money earlier, it was still a little far from enough to buy a piece of land outside Wetland City for the entire tribe to live in.
If Roland could give him the promised five hundred gold coins, that would be enough.
Looking at Roland's face, which wasn't handsome but was rather pleasant to look at, the Winterwolf Holy Lady began to have wild thoughts.
'I still don't have enough money. This guy seems to like watching me dance. Should I charge him for watching?'
Five gold coins at a time. I reckon that in three or four months, I'll be able to collect five or six hundred gold coins.
But this is too low a bottom line. Selling one's body isn't what the Winter Wolf teaches.
But the Winter Wolf has already gone to chase after a man. What's the point of me still abiding by these rules … Speaking of which, I'm no longer a Holy Maiden. It's not a big deal to sacrifice myself for the tribe, right?
"Sigh … Winter Wolf, your Saintess and your believers are all at a loss right now. Can you give us some pointers on how to proceed in the future?"
Because of her inner drama, the Winterwolf Holy Lady's expression changed unpredictably. One moment she was happy, the next moment she was sad.
Roland was rather conflicted. Then he took out five cloth bags from the system. "This is the commission we agreed on."
The Winterwolf Holy Lady's eyes lit up, but she quickly withdrew her gaze from the bags of gold coins. "But we didn't completely kill those liches."
"You can't go back on your word. Besides, you're really going to fight the liches, aren't you?" Roland smiled and said, "In any case, this happened because of me. I won't be able to forgive myself if I don't make up for it."
The Winterwolf Holy Lady's beautiful, bright eyes scanned Roland's face. Then she smiled. "Then I'll thank you in advance. In the meantime, I promise you that you'll be a friend of the Frostwolf Clan forever. In the meantime … you don't have to worry about the liches. Even if they run to the ends of the world, we'll find a way to kill them all. "
He had to admit that the Winterwolf Holy Lady was indeed a very responsible person.
Roland looked at her and smiled. "You asked me to figure out the mechanism of the lich's phylactery, but I haven't made any progress yet. I'm sorry."
"That's fine." The Winterwolf Holy Lady waved her hand. "If their core technology were so easy to crack, those liches wouldn't have been recognized as one of the most troublesome enemies in the world. However, the Frostwolf Clan didn't grow up to be fools. We have all kinds of tracking techniques. Although we don't know how they work, we'll always run into the enemies we want to kill as long as we go in one direction! It's just that sometimes it takes longer, and the detours are longer. "
It was true that the Frostwolf Clan was capable of such things.
One of the books that Roland read described some of the special abilities of the Frostwolf Clan.
This kind of unreasonable and inexplicable tracking ability was one of their talents.
Few people could escape the pursuit of the Frostwolf Clan.
Of course, it took them different amounts of time.
In order to track them, they could sometimes find an enemy in a month, and sometimes it took them more than ten years, or even when they were old, to find their target.
It seemed to be related to the strength of the enemy.
The more powerful they were, the harder it was to run into them without any intelligence.
"By the way, can you introduce me to the mayor of Wetland City? I heard that you're quite close to him." The Winterwolf Holy Lady smiled. "We want to buy a piece of land outside of Wetland City."
"Of course." Roland looked at her body up and down. "Are you going to go there like this?"
The Winterwolf Holy Lady looked like she wasn't wearing any clothes.
"Of course not." The Winterwolf Holy Lady smiled. "Wait for me to change clothes and get some money."
About ten minutes later, the Winterwolf Holy Lady came out in a long white dress.
She walked up to Roland and whispered, "Let's go."
Then the two of them teleported to Wetland City, then Roland contacted Betta through the guild system, and then directly entered the mayor's residence.
The mayor's residence of Wetland City covered a large area, and it looked quite grand and luxurious from the outside.
But when they entered … it was very shabby.
There weren't many pieces of furniture, and they were all casually made of wood, not to mention painted, not even the stubble was shaved clean, and it looked extremely wild and primitive.
Betta came out to greet him in person, and when he saw Roland, he trotted over and said with a smile, "Brother Roland, long time no see."
Then he saw the Winterwolf Holy Lady on Roland, and his eyes lit up as he asked excitedly, "Brother Roland, are you really going to introduce the dog-eared girl to me?"
"How is that possible!" Roland said grumpily. "This is my friend, and she has something to talk to you about."
"Oh, your friend." Betta lowered his head desolately.
He knew all too well what a beautiful woman who was also a "friend" meant.
But it was also at this moment that Betta suddenly held his head with both hands, a look of pain on his face.
He hurriedly said to Roland and the Winterwolf Holy Lady, "Wait, I have some personal matters."
Then Betta trotted behind a huge load-bearing pillar.
Roland was a Legend and had keen eyes and ears.
The Winterwolf Holy Lady carried the blood of the snow wolves, with two dog ears on her head and two human ears in her hair, a typical quadruple voice. Her hearing was much stronger than that of normal canines.
So both of them could hear the voices coming from behind the load-bearing pillar.
"I know I was wrong. Little White, don't hit her. Persian cat, talk to her, I have a headache."
Betta's voice was a little pained and humble!
Roland narrowed his eyes slightly.
After a while, Betta came back with an awkward look on his face. "Sorry, where were we?"
"I want to buy a piece of land from you, esteemed mayor."
"Buying land, how big?" asked Betta.
There wasn't much land left in Wetland City now, and the price was relatively high, but for Brother Roland's sake, Betta felt that selling her a few hundred square meters shouldn't be a problem.
"I want ten thousand acres of land!"
"I can't give you that much land, there isn't such a large area in the city …" Betta reacted. "Why do you want to buy such a large piece of land outside the city?"
The Winterwolf Holy Lady said uneasily, "I want to settle some of my people here."
She was uneasy for a reason.
The Frostwolf Clan was very strong … Even the Froststar Kingdom didn't trust them very much, and instead sent them to the bitter cold to garrison.
This was a country that was as warm as spring, a paradise of fertile land.
Was the lord of this place willing to accept thousands of members of the Frostwolf Clan?
"Your people?" Betta's disappointed eyes lit up again. "Are they werewolves like you?"
"Yes." The Winterwolf Holy Lady nodded.
"That's fine!" Betta trotted back and dug out a map from a simple desk. Then he pointed to somewhere outside the city. "The land here is very fertile. If it's cultivated, it can be made into thousands of acres of fertile land, and it's quite close to a water source. I don't think there's any problem with you living here."
In fact, the Winterwolf Holy Lady had inspected it before, and she really liked the place.
"How much does it cost?"
"The land outside the city isn't very valuable. It's supposed to cost eight hundred gold coins for ten thousand acres, but for Brother Roland's sake, I'll give you a discount." Betta extended two fingers. "It's only two hundred gold coins."
The Winterwolf Holy Lady's eyes widened.
Roland said angrily, "Actually, it's you who wants to have werewolves in the territory under your rule, right? This way, you'll have both cats and dogs. Don't use me as a shield when your own hobbies are shameful. "
"How is that possible!" Betta said righteously. "I'm such an honest and serious person. There's no way I would covet werewolf ears."
Roland chuckled.
It had been more than five years … Betta had graduated from college more than a year ago.
Now that he was five years older and had been nurtured by society, the innocent little guy from back then was now a qualified veteran.
In the past, when the guild members gathered together, this kid's driving speed and strength were much fiercer than the others.
Truly, a man changed eighteen times between childhood and womanhood.
After paying two hundred gold coins, the Winterwolf Holy Lady received the deed to the land.
She still couldn't believe it until she left the mayor's residence.
"Two hundred gold coins … Only two hundred gold coins for such a large piece of land, such a good piece of land." The Winterwolf Holy Lady held her deed as she walked. "Is this the power of a favor?"
Roland shrugged. "Although there is indeed a favor, Betta really wants the Frostwolf Clan to move here. Because we Golden Sons are generally fond of cats and dogs. "
"We're not dogs." The Winterwolf Holy Lady responded grumpily, then stuffed the deed into the trench on her chest armor, and said with a smile, "I really have to thank you for this."
"You're welcome, we're all friends …"
Before Roland could finish his words, he felt something warm and soft touch his face.
Turning his head, he saw the Winterwolf Holy Lady with her hands behind her back, smiling generously.
Her eyes were shining.
Roland hesitated for a moment and asked, "Don't you feel that you're at a disadvantage?"
"Why would I be at a disadvantage?" The Winterwolf Holy Lady laughed and took Roland's hand. "From head to toe, which part of my body haven't you seen?"
"There are still some special parts that I haven't seen."
"Do you want to go to your manor and let me show you enough?"
Well … Roland was so conflicted.
The days that followed were very boring.
The fact that the Frostwolf Clan had moved almost the entire clan outside of Wetland City caused a sensation among the players.
Many dog lovers cried as they helped the Frostwolf Clan build wooden houses and reclaim wasteland.
They all said that they finally didn't have to be despised by those cat slaves, and now they also had their own dog master.
And the two chefs felt like they were in heaven.
Roland didn't bother to get involved in these things because he had a cute white dog of his own that he could pet to his heart's content.
Most of his time was spent on magic experiments and the multi-line production of magic bricks.
A large number of low-level spells were optimized by him, and then some were sent to the Red Magic Tower.
This was to thank the Red Magic Tower for their nurturing.
Some were sent to the players' Association of Mages. After all, he was now the nominal chairman.
The last small part was sacrificed to the Goddess of Magic.
He didn't care for these little spells that were too good.
The only thing that could really excite him now was the floating city.
Looking at the magic bricks in his Backpack piling up one by one, even into the shape of a small mountain, he finally smiled.
Then, in the big underground cavern in Fareins, he began to work on the floating city core.
The magic bricks were indeed the most basic and core material of the floating city, but it didn't mean that with magic bricks, you could put them together and make a floating chassis.
Each magic brick also had to be engraved with a small magic array.
In the small magic array, there were pathways for conducting magic energy, for adhesion, and for energy recycling, absorption, and regeneration.
The magic energy conduction had to be set to control the floating city's ascending and descending functions.
Steering functions, and so on.
The knowledge and theories involved in this were not something that ordinary mages could understand.
Most importantly, the magic arrays on each Magic Power Brick were different, and they had to be compatible with the other Magic Power Bricks.
This was very difficult.
Roland spent sixteen hours a day engraving magic arrays on these magic bricks.
In the blink of an eye, half a year passed.
During this time, many players reached the Legendary level one after another.
Then, just two days before the floating city chassis was to be built, Roland received a guild chat message from Betta.
Betta: "Brother Roland, those idiots on the forum are going to do something big."
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