He chatted with two friends in the cold drink bar until around eight o 'clock in the evening, and then he slowly rode home on his bike.
He took a shower. There was still about an hour before the game server opened. Roland habitually opened the game forum and found that the crashed forum had been repaired.
The players were still angry, but there were fewer posts like that. Posts of rational discussion gradually began to appear, and many people had begun to speak up for Roland.
Roland heaved a sigh of relief and began searching for guides on the forum.
This time, he focused on looking for level five posts on the choice of class branches. Most of the players who had reached level five were Warriors.
This class was simple and crude. They just needed to practice basic military swordsmanship and fight without much thought. They had strong vitality and strength, and even without equipment, they could wrestle with magical beasts. If they had good equipment, they would be ridiculously strong.
For example, Headmaster Huang had a full set of low-level magic equipment, learned basic military swordsmanship, and learned the specialty Casual Slash. He cut down the bearmen, goblins, and other evil creatures in the forest as if he were chopping vegetables.
Those monsters couldn't even break through his armor. Now Headmaster Huang posted videos of his battles every day, quite high-profile.
He cleared monsters quickly, had strong survivability, and completed quests efficiently, so naturally, he leveled up quickly.
In comparison, Mages were pitiful … Although they could level up by learning magic, was magic so easy to learn?
Also, learning magic was a very dangerous thing, and it could lead to suicide by blowing up one's head.
The average level of Mages was now level two, and Roland was the highest level. He was only approaching level five after completing a main dungeon quest.
Although he didn't have a guide for the Mage profession branch after Level 5, he could still look at other professions. After all, he could learn from others.
After reading for a while, Roland suddenly remembered that he had put the derivative magic model of the Common Language on the forum and tagged the almighty who was the deputy director in the data center, asking him to help take a look. He wanted to combine Language Proficiency and Character Proficiency, but he was always one step away and couldn't find the key point.
After sending the model, Roland looked at the time. It was almost 22 o 'clock, so he changed into his pajamas and lay in the game cabin.
Not long after, the gray game world became bright, and the fixed time flowed again.
Roland went outside the city and found Hawk, who was commanding the beggars.
The construction site was bustling with activity. Almost everyone was working and shouting their work. There were also blue Hands of Magic floating around with heavy objects.
Also, Roland found that the number of workers seemed to have increased.
"Looks like you're making good progress …" Roland said with a smile.
Hawk looked at the dozen or so single-story houses that had already been built in front of him and revealed a gratified smile. "We're on the right track. But the more people there are, the more food will be consumed, and we still don't have a stable source of food … So, where are your gold coins? "
"Here you are, eight gold coins." Roland took out the items from the System Space and handed them to the man.
Hawk glanced at it and stored the gold coins in his Backpack. Then he said, "After this game is over, I'll transfer the money to you from the forum. It's still the market price."
Roland was a little happy. More than a hundred thousand yuan had entered his account.
Only with money could one have the confidence to do things and do things with ease.
In a good mood, Roland continued, "I'm here for another reason."
"Tell me. I'll definitely help if I can."
"Help me keep an eye on John, the mayor's son."
Hawk's hand trembled, then he turned to look at Roland and asked in a low voice, "What's the probability that it's him?"
"At least fifty percent," Roland said in a low voice. "I didn't suspect him at first, but he's been up to too many tricks."
"I understand." Hawk nodded and agreed. "I'll send some smart beggars on some main roads to specifically keep an eye on John's movements."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome. It was your idea to recruit beggars as helpers. I should thank you." Hawk looked at the sky with a somewhat gloomy expression. "John is the mayor's son. If it's really him, what are you going to do?"
"What else can I do? Charge head-on and hack him to death. " The numerous skeletons in the cave still made Roland feel uncomfortable. "The real murderer doesn't deserve to live in this world."
"The mayor is different from the minor nobles I dealt with before. When his army returns, there will be at least thousands of regular soldiers."
"We'll still kill him. If we kill him, we'll leave this city."
Hawk smiled. "Count me in."
Roland shook his head. "No, this is my mission."
Hawk was rather displeased at this moment. "You don't treat me as a friend?"
"Just an acquaintance, not a friend."
Hearing this, Hawk's expression suddenly became distorted. It wasn't the kind of distortion of anger, but the kind of distortion of a kind of loss and a little discomfort.
Seeing him like this, Roland immediately waved and said, "I'm joking, it's just that it's not suitable for you to mess around anymore."
"Why do you say that?"
"Betta and I don't have anything to worry about. We'll leave after killing us. No matter how powerful the mayor is, he can hunt us all over the world if he has the ability. Even if we're killed, we can still be resurrected, it doesn't matter. " Roland patted Hawk on the shoulder and explained, "But you're different. You're now the leader of a small organization. If you're involved in this, and the mayor investigates later, you can be resurrected or you can just walk away. But what about the beggars, or ordinary people who have just found a new life? There's no way for them to be resurrected. "
Hawk rubbed his face and said somewhat disappointedly, "I understand. I'll try my best to distance myself from you next. "
"Of course."
Then, Roland called Vivian and the other magic apprentices over and said, "Now you can return to the Magic Tower, but personally, I still hope that you can come here and help out if you have time. Not only can you spend money, but you can also practice your magic control. It's killing two birds with one stone."
The magic apprentices naturally listened to Roland's arrangements.
Bard was scared enough by Roland and the other two yesterday. He felt that they wouldn't cause any trouble for the time being, so the magic apprentices could naturally return to the Magic Tower to continue living and studying.
When Roland returned to the Magic Tower with the magic apprentices, he found that a group of people was also standing at the entrance of the Magic Tower.
Bard, who was wearing a gray magic robe, saw Roland and took the initiative to approach him. He put on a dry smile and said, "Mr. Roland, let's begin the magic ownership audit."
Roland raised his eyebrows, rather surprised. "You're actually willing to conduct a magic audit for me? I thought you would drag it on forever. "
Bard's expression was somewhat ugly, but he still managed a smile and said with difficulty, "How is that possible! We've always been straightforward in our work. "
"Is that so?" Roland said with a faint smile.
Seeing this, the noble young man next to him was full of anger and wanted to stand out and scold Roland, but looking at his friend, he held back.
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