Immortality was impossible in the real world, but it was a basic setting in this game world.
Not to mention the immortal gods, the elves' lifespan of nearly a thousand years was enough to make people envious. There were magic items that could increase lifespan in this world, but they were difficult to obtain.
For example, the World Tree bloomed every three hundred years or so, but it didn't bear fruit.
It was said that other races, such as humans or orcs, could increase their lifespan by ten years if they ate the petals of the World Tree. If they ate ten flowers in a row, they would have a lifespan similar to that of the elves.
The World Tree was the largest tree in the world. It was more than six hundred meters tall and its crown was about 1.3 kilometers in diameter. Every time it bloomed, there would be at least a hundred thousand flowers.
Logically speaking, when the World Tree bloomed, many people could gain hundreds or thousands of years of lifespan.
But in fact, the flowers of the World Tree never flowed out of the Elf Forest, and the elves wouldn't pick any of the flowers.
They let the flowers fall to the ground and turn into mud.
But if outsiders wanted to steal a few flowers from the elves … they would be the enemy of the entire race.
Because the elves fell from the World Tree, in their view, every flower of the World Tree could become their brother or sister. Even if it didn't, it would still be the remains of their brother or sister. The flowers came from the mother tree. After falling to the ground and turning into mud, they returned to the mother tree, waiting to become flowers again.
The meat of some powerful magical beasts, or certain body parts of demons, had similar effects.
For example, the brains and hearts of dragons.
The fiery core of fire phoenixes, and so on.
Whether it was the World Tree, powerful magical beasts, or demons, they weren't things that the nobles could mess with. But if it was the Golden Sons … They weren't that strong. Maybe they could manipulate them?
"Sounds interesting." Bard smiled happily.
John said, "I personally don't believe this rumor. Besides, eating people is disgusting. We're humans, not orcs. "
Bard smiled in agreement.
Then, the two of them talked about other topics. John stood on the balcony and told Bard which of the young noble ladies were more beautiful, which ones were easier to get, and which ones were relatively clean.
Bard memorized them all. Then, he found an excuse and went down to the banquet hall.
John continued to stand on the balcony and watched Bard interact with the noble ladies. His smile was still gentle and warm.
It was like a small sun.
After the banquet ended, Bard, who was covered in fragrance, returned to the guest room provided by the host to rest.
Hiding on the bed, Bud chuckled softly.
He could tell that John had said so much just to get him into conflict with the Golden Sons. Start a conflict with a bunch of undying people? Did they really think he was a fool?
Of course, he wanted to try the meat of a Golden Son. If it really worked, he could take it to his grandparents at home. But the question was, did he have to fight them to get the meat of the Golden Sons? Can I buy it with gold coins?
He felt that he definitely couldn't buy Roland's meat. That man was obviously too arrogant. If he ran to him and said that, he would definitely be humiliated again. He could try with the other three Golden Sons.
Then, he closed his eyes and rested.
Soon, it was morning. Because he didn't need to sleep, Roland had been deducing Language Proficiency.
Now, he was only one step away from truly completing the double effect.
But he was stuck here. He found that he was missing a piece of data. He tried a dozen times to no avail and couldn't find the key point. If he used the method of exhaustion, there were too many nodes left. He estimated that there would be tens of thousands of arrangements. He didn't know how long it would take to try them one by one.
At this moment, Roland increasingly felt that his IQ and mathematical knowledge weren't enough.
He somewhat regretted not staying in school to study for his PhD.
Should I … ask for help from a netizen on the forum?
The netizen who took the initiative to point out that he had a hidden specialty was obviously very good. After he exited the game, he would @ him on the forum and see if he could help calculate it.
Because Vivian wasn't in the Magic Tower, Roland had to go out and find something to eat.
As soon as he left the Magic Tower, he saw Hawk, Lynk, and a man in chain armor coming over.
Roland's first reaction was that it was another Warrior, but then he discovered that this man actually had obvious mental power fluctuations.
This was the sign of a spellcaster.
And this man's body was very straight. He looked only seventeen years old, but his eyes were very mature!
A player?
It couldn't be helped. The temperament of a player was too obvious when compared to the natives of the game world.
It was the same reason that most people could easily distinguish between the people of China and the people of Japan.
Is this also a member of Silver Wings?
Just as Roland was thinking this, he heard Hawk say, "Roland, this is the Priest you recruited online. He found us first, so he immediately brought him to you. "
Priest?
Wait, this is a Priest?
He wore heavy armor, carried an iron square shield on his back, and had a small iron hammer at his waist. The hammer's head was even the kind with vertical edges. It was obviously a great weapon.
And the man's neck and the part of his wrists that wasn't covered by the armor clearly showed the bulging muscles.
The muscles in these two parts were quite difficult to train. If the muscles here were trained, then the muscles in the other parts definitely wouldn't be bad.
Such a person who was clearly a melee professional was telling me that he was a Priest?
Roland found it somewhat unbelievable. In his impression, a Priest should be like Falken, wearing a robe and holding a staff.
"It really is a Priest." The man in chain armor said very seriously, "I'm a battle Priest, and God Roland, you can't bring your previous experience from other games into this game. I've been in the Church of Life for two months, and I can tell you with confidence that as long as something happens in the major churches, we battle Priests are on the front lines. We're proficient in melee, support, and healing. The kind of Priest you're talking about is actually clerks who know divine spells. Their responsibility is logistics, spreading faith, and appeasing believers. They almost never participate in battles. If they do, it's a time of life and death for a religion. "
I see … Roland smiled and said, "Then I'm sorry, I spend most of my time in the Magic Tower deriving spells and rarely participate in battles with others, so I don't know much about these things."
"It's okay, we're all novices, and there are too many things in the game for us to learn." The man smiled and said, "You can call me Jett."
"Jett … have you had breakfast?" Roland asked.
Jett shook his head.
Hawk asked with a face full of excitement, "Are you treating, tycoon?"
Roland nodded. "Of course, let's go to the Gray Sand Tavern. The atmosphere there is more lively. I'll inform the captain while I'm at it."
Jett's expression was a little strange. "Roland, aren't you the captain?"
"No, it's a friend from our guild who is. Wait a minute, I'll leave him a message through the guild system. "
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