Roland looked on and did not go in immediately.
He watched the father and son quarreling, watching them break up unhappy.
Before the middle-aged man rushed out of the yard, the conversation between the father and son went like this.
"Wouldn't it be better to put all that money on Sopima?" the middle-aged man angrily said: "Nana is just a girl. She will get married in the future. No matter how good she is in studies, what will happen if she becomes a magician? "
"Sopma has no talent." Old Backlund angrily said: "Nana has a talent for magic. If a genius magician from our family is not better than a mediocre warrior?"
"I said, sooner or later, she will get married, and sooner or later she will take on someone else's surname." The middle-aged man yelled, "We are just going to give away the ten years of hard training as a dowry? I don't agree with you doing this. !With that money, wouldn’t it be good for me to eat and drink every day?”
"but… "
The middle-aged man stretched out his hand and interrupted: "Old man, stop talking. If you really want to do this, do it yourself. I will take Sopima out of this home, and I will train him myself."
"you!"
Old Beckrum was so angry that his head was almost dizzy. He turned his body sideways and supported the stone table next to him with his hands.
The middle-aged man snorted and walked away.
He opened the wooden door of the yard and saw Roland standing outside. He was about to get angry, but when he saw Roland wearing a magic robe, his anger suddenly disappeared.
He dared to be cruel to his family, but he did not dare to be disrespectful to Roland, a magician.
He even laughed, nodded obsequiously to Roland, and passed by the latter sideways, a little timid and nervous.
Roland ignored him and entered the yard, where he saw old Beckrum sitting on a stone bench with the old woman helping him.
Roland stared at the child crawling around next to him. He always thought it was a boy, but he didn't expect it to be a girl.
But they are more like boys.
"I made you laugh, Your Excellency." Old Beckrum said sheepishly: "My son doesn't know much about the world. He is a typical French man who favors boys over girls. Alas!"
Roland couldn't express his opinions on other people's family matters. He said: "I will go up to the third floor to rest for a while, so I won't disturb you anymore."
"The quilt and sheets have been changed." Beckrum smiled.
The old woman next to her also laughed, and Roland nodded.
He went up to the third floor and found that there was only one room and a large open-air balcony.
The bedding in the room is quite clean and smells like sunshine, mixed with the scent of soap clips.
Roland sat down and stretched.
Players don't need to sleep, but they still need rest.
When in a resting state, the system will automatically help players adjust their body's fatigue value.
This place is not suitable for magic experiments. There is no barrier protection. If the magic fails, the entire building will be blown to pieces by the magic.
So he started surfing the Internet.
There are half a million players and millions of netizens active on the forum. Whatever you want to see is available here.
Roland was living comfortably in the game, but in reality, an emergency meeting was taking place in the underground laboratory.
The person in charge sat on the podium and said seriously: "The higher-ups have already sent news. Comrade Huang Wenwei's affairs will be classified as a first-class secret from now on, and no one is allowed to leak it. Do you understand?"
Everyone nodded.
If the ability to extract deuterium and tritium makes Roland have a strong functional role, then the hand-made nuclear bomb is completely a strategic-level humanoid weapon.
Of course, people like this cannot be allowed to be known to outsiders, otherwise the whole world will be in an uproar.
"This is also to protect him." The person in charge continued: "There is news from above that let us find a way to transfer him to the northwest without causing Roland's resentment. If it doesn't work, give up. Roland’s personal will is the most important.”
There are many uninhabited areas in the northwest, which are very suitable for building large-scale underground laboratories.
In fact, many unknown scientific research results were completed in places like this.
Everyone present understood that the above decision was very reasonable.
A nuclear bomb-level explosion will cause a huge earthquake, no matter how hard the underground facilities are reinforced and no matter how much precautions are taken.
This place is not far from the small town. A nuclear explosion is enough to cause all cities within two to three hundred kilometers to be violently shaken.
One or two small earthquakes can also be used to prevaricate.
How many times
It would be strange not to cause panic.
Therefore, it is the most reasonable way to let Roland go to the no-man's land in the northwest.
"If we want to persuade him, wouldn't it be better to let a beautiful lesbian who is good at psychology come on stage?"
The person in charge nodded: "We have indeed considered this. But the problem is that the comrades in the Intelligence Department above have investigated the traces of Roland's life from childhood to adulthood, as well as his online speeches, downloaded contents, etc., and have already drawn a picture of him. character map.”
"This matter is confidential, but we all have the right and obligation to listen, so that we can better cooperate with him in the future."
The person in charge picked up a white, slightly thick printed book at hand, which read "Analysis of Huang Wenwei (Luo Lan)'s Character and Ability".
"This book has a lot of content. Time is limited, so I can't read it all." The person in charge patted the surface of the book and said with a smile, "But there is a summary at the end. You can listen to it."
Everyone subconsciously began to record the next content in their own way.
"First of all, Comrade Huang is a Han Chinese with some ethnic tendencies. Of course, it is not serious. It does not make him hostile to the ethnic group or other races. Then his personal character is relatively rational and modest, and he behaves like a normal person. Everyone also knows that there are no completely normal people in this world, only people who tend to be normal. Because no one dares to define what kind of personality and data a completely normal person should have."
Everyone laughed.
What is a normal person? Those who conform to the current society and the overall average three-dimensional understanding of the people of the entire country are considered normal people.
But society is changing.
In society ten years ago and ten years from now, people’s common views will change.
So there is only a 'trend', there is a general range, there is no completely normal person, that's what it means.
"In terms of hobbies, he likes to play games and read novels, which is in line with the interests of most modern teenagers." At this point, the person in charge looked a little funny: "Comrades from the Intelligence Department have also tracked his online browsing in recent years. , download the Fuso love animation number."
There was a roar of laughter below.
The person in charge also suppressed a smile and continued after a while: "His top three most downloaded action stars are as follows: XZMLY, WTL, and LZLL. They have a common feature, which is that the secondary sexual characteristics are particularly majestic. "
There was another laugh below.
A researcher who often watched the live broadcast shouted: "We have known this for a long time. It is not a secret that Roland likes fierce wives."
The researchers smiled even wider.
"This is only half right. Roland only likes majestic secondary sexual characteristics, and a wife just happens to hit the muzzle of the gun. That is, the queen you game nerds often talk about, she happens to be someone else's wife."
Some of the people in the conference room were laughing so hard that they could not stand up straight, and some were almost crying.
The person in charge paused for a long time. He was also suppressing his laughter. There was nothing he could do. As a leader, it would be very unimageable if he laughed like this on the podium, okay
After waiting for a while, he said seriously: "That's the problem."
Everyone immediately stopped laughing and became serious.
"The superiors originally wanted to send a few female comrades with good figures, in line with Comrade Huang's aesthetics, and who are good at psychology to come down to help, and to observe and assist Comrade Huang's mental state, so that he can experiment and grow in a more relaxed state." The person in charge sighed: "But after selecting candidates, we finally discovered a sad fact. None of our candidates met the conditions. They are all too slender and lack a strong mind."
When the person in charge said this, the corners of his mouth were twitching, as if he wanted to laugh but couldn't.
Others don't have so many concerns.
Another burst of laughter erupted in the conference room.
After laughing, one of the more geeky researchers shouted: "Leader, this is not right. At least I have met several psychologists who are in great shape and pretty."
"Yes, there are, but they either don't have enough level, or their political background is not up to par. Comrade Huang's confidentiality level has increased, and the previous selection conditions no longer apply." The person in charge said helplessly: "So, it's quite difficult for the higher-ups now. Yes, he asked us to find a way to deal with Comrade Huang first, and they will send a suitable psychological expert over as soon as possible."
Everyone in the conference room understood what the person in charge meant.
I just want to find a way to have a good relationship with Roland.
Let him feel the warmth of a big family and it will be easier for him to talk in the future.
This is not difficult. Although most of the researchers are not good at picking up girls, they are really good at building a good relationship with men.
Because it’s simple, as long as you and I talk about games, porn, and politics, then we will be good friends.
How direct.
Roland didn't know that he was being studied from head to toe.
In the game, it is already early the next morning.
This town is too small to have any mercenary union or an organization like the Assassin's Guild that can be responsible for intelligence.
But this does not mean that there are no intelligence dealers here.
It was still a tavern. Roland found the largest tavern in the town and found the bartender. He put a silver coin in front of the bartender and said, "I want to know who has the best intelligence in this small town."
The bartender took the silver coins and said happily: "Of course it's Old Beckrum, he is the oldest guy in our town, and he is still very strong. He knows almost everything in the town. "
"Is there anyone else?" Roland asked.
Because Beckrum was not in town these days, as a guide, he had to go outside to pick up work.
Roland found him in another big city.
That was all three days ago.
As for the magical aura that remains in the yellow mud, it is estimated that it only lasts three or four days, and people outside Beckrum certainly don't know about it.
"The only one is Poliscilla from the potion shop." The bartender thought for a while and said, "She likes to collect information about other people's homes, and she probably knows a lot of things that ordinary people don't know."
"How to find her?"
"It's the tallest white-walled building on the west side of the town. It's time for her to sell medicine, so she should be at home."
"So have there been any strange people in the town recently?"
The bartender looked at Roland steadily.
Okay... Am I the only stranger here
Roland left the tavern and found the white building on the west side of the town.
There was indeed a woman inside working with her back to the door.
There is a wooden sign at the door, which is quite fresh. It must have been replaced not long ago.
The sign read: Zhenxi Magic Store.
Potion
Alchemical potion
Roland walked in and smelled a strong herbal smell.
"May I ask if the guest needs..." The woman who was busy carrying Roland turned around when she heard the voice. When she saw Roland's dress, she immediately stuttered: "Your Excellency, the mage, please... ask, do you need anything...?" "
There is no magic potion in this world, the correct name is 'alchemy potion'.
Generally speaking, those who call alchemical potions potions are those who don't know much about magic, are full of awe, have little information, and have low cultural quality.
Poliscilla knew about alchemy potions, but when she was doing business with farmers and women in this remote town, of course she had to cater to the market and call alchemy potions magic potions.
Roland walked to the counter and looked at the several potions on display, a little surprised.
Potions of lightness, potions of strength, potions of healing, etc.
Although they are all low-level potions, their effects are probably not good because they don’t contain much magic power.
But this is indeed a finished medicine, not fake, and the formula is correct.
The reason why the quality is not high is because the woman has too little magical power.
Less than one percent of Roland's.
Being able to inject mixed magic power into the potion is already very powerful. Don't ask for the magic power to be more refined and abundant.
"The potion was done well! Were you a magic apprentice before?" Roland looked at the woman and asked.
"Yes, Your Excellency." The woman calmed down. She bent down and did not dare to look at Roland: "I became a magic apprentice when I was fifteen years old. Because of my lack of qualifications, I never became an official mage. At the age of twenty-seven, When I was young, I was kicked out of the magic tower by my mentor, and now I can only make a living by making potions."
"I'm here to ask you something."
"Your Excellency, please tell me, as long as I know, I will never hide it."
Most magic apprentices, even if they cannot become official mages, are still enthusiastic about the mage profession.
Even more fanatical than the average person.
Because they are in a state of 'thinking they can touch it, but they haven't touched it yet'.
It is this state that makes them quite fanatical about their goals, always thinking that if they work harder, they will succeed.
Under the fanaticism, they have a feeling of inferiority and admiration for the real mage.
Just like a licking dog hanging from green tea, the latter always thinks that he is close to success and can achieve his goal as long as he works harder.
Then it becomes even better for green tea.
"Do you know what unusual things have happened in the town recently? Especially related to the special yellow mud land in the east of the town."
Poliscilla's expression immediately became excited: "I knew something was wrong about that place! Your Excellency, you don't know, late at night three days ago, I was at home and felt a strange magic power in the town. I mustered up the courage When I went over to take a look, what do you think I found?"
"Please tell me." Roland put a silver coin on the table.
Poliscilla didn't take it. She said excitedly: "I saw an elf! A naked elf."
Roland: Huh