The days of studying magic were very happy, and three months passed in the blink of an eye.
On this day, Roland had just escaped from Andonara's gentle attack in the game. His mind was blank and he lay back on the back of his chair to recover his physical strength.
Now Andonara already knew how to drain Roland faster and more efficiently.
After all, she already fully understood Roland's XP and sensitive points.
Because of this, Roland had no time to think about other women's affairs.
Of course, Vivian would join the two of them on the battlefield from time to time to strengthen Andonara's combat effectiveness in disguise.
As a result, Roland was in a state of calmness most of the time.
Even when I saw Nia, an angel with a perfect figure and a beautiful face, I didn’t have any thoughts in that regard.
Because most of the time, Roland was in a sage state of neither joy nor sorrow.
I can only study magic.
Just like now.
After finally recovering from his ethereal sage state, Roland began to continue studying magic.
He also wanted to study the virtual godhead, but he had already read the content in the manual and even practiced it, and now the progress was stuck.
What to do next, Roland has no main direction.
He can only make the most basic and simple estimates.
For example...increase the number of believers.
But Roland will not do this test for the time being.
Because of Nia's reaction before, he was a little worried.
This is the virtual godhead, and the number of believers is only '1'.
If there were more believers and the virtual godhead was more powerful, would she find out
What will happen if she finds out
Will it be a threat to myself
These factors must be taken into consideration.
Therefore, Roland is not in a hurry to increase the ability of virtual godhead. At least he has to wait until he reaches legend and obtains the first law-level expertise.
He experimented until noon, and when he was about to take a break, he saw someone @himself in the chat room of the guild system.
Now everyone in the F6 guild has their own things to do. They gather less and stay apart more often. If there is nothing important, they usually don’t contact each other.
So he immediately opened the guild chat room.
Beta: Brother Luolan, there is a very beautiful girl who claims to be a member of the Balang clan. She is asking about you everywhere in Wetland City. Is she your sweetheart? She can't be the mistress you keep outside. Do you want me to drive her away
Roland: Get lost, no, I'll go find her immediately.
Beta: You are in such a hurry, why don’t you say no
Roland: Whatever you think.
Beta: If it’s not the case, please introduce it to me. I like this one.
Roland: Get out!
Beta: Oh, the secret is revealed.
Roland snorted, closed the guild chat room, and went to find Andonara, saying that he was going to Wetland City.
At this time, Andonara was drinking afternoon tea, and beside her were the city lord's wife, his daughter, and Nia.
Hearing Roland's words, Andonara smiled and said, "Come back quickly."
At this time, Nia suddenly jumped up. She held Roland's hand: "Wait, I want to go too!"
She has been craving for the food in Wetland City for a long time and wants to eat there again.
Although Andonara's cooking skills have suddenly improved for some reason recently, she knows too few varieties. After eating it for several months, Nia is a little tired of it.
Roland looked at her, thinking about it.
The Winter Wolf Saint is most likely looking for me because of the Lich's affairs. If there is a need to fight, then Nia can be regarded as a powerful combatant.
Angels... I hate things like lich the most.
However, before Roland could agree, Andonara stood up slowly next to her. She smiled and pressed Nia's shoulder. She narrowed her eyes and said with a smile: "Nia, I'm very lonely at home. Can you stay?" Come down and stay with me."
Nia looked at Andonara's smiling expression, and for some reason, she always felt a chill down her spine.
"But, mother asked me to follow him..." Nia said timidly.
"It's okay, Roland will be back soon." Andonara's squinted eyes opened slightly, with cold resentment in her slightly exposed pupils: "You left, I am really lonely of."
The city lord's wife, mother and daughter, looked outside together, looking beyond the manor's wall, as if there were beautiful flowers growing there.
"But..." Nia still wanted to struggle.
But Andonara's hands were like giant pincers, pressing Nia's shoulders firmly.
As an angel, Nia is very powerful in combat, but she can't move at this time.
To be honest, Andonara's current combat power is already at the peak of what a human being can achieve in the main plane.
Except for the winter wolf, the water god, and the world tree, there is no other opponent.
Even the Winter Wolf Saint is at best tied with her.
Even if Roland threw a large nuclear bomb, Andonara couldn't be killed.
After all, she was too fast.
You can turn into a phoenix and escape the moment the explosion occurs.
As long as she flies fast enough, the explosion cannot catch up with her.
Moreover, her defense is very strong and she is more resistant to high temperatures.
Of course, it would be a different story if you were restricted to the same place and unable to move.
With her level of strength, let alone 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 swallowed subconsciously: "Okay, okay."
Andonara's astonishing pressure disappeared immediately. She took Nia's hand and sat down. She smiled gently and said: "This is my good friend. By the way, I just had a relationship with Roland recently." I learned a pasta cooking method unique to their Golden Son race, called knife-cut noodles... Can I cook it for you?"
Nia swallowed subconsciously and nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay."
Then Andonara smiled and said to Roland: "My dear, go and come back quickly."
How could Roland not understand what just happened? He shook his head helplessly and smiled before teleporting away.
After the magic light and shadow disappeared, the city lord's wife looked at Andonara with admiration: "Anna, your charioteer skills are really amazing."
Andonara smiled and remained silent.
Nia was simple-minded and had no idea what was going on. She looked around and asked doubtfully: "What is the art of charioteership?"
"It's just a cooking technique."
oh!
Roland teleported to Wetland City, and after some inquiring, he found the whereabouts of the Winter Wolf Saint.
A quite 'cheap' hotel in Wetland City.
The hotels opened by the players themselves have various styles of decoration and layout.
What kind of light luxury style, what kind of pastoral style, what kind of Nordic and South American style, what kind of Eastern and West African native courtyard residence, etc.!
In addition to the good style and beautiful furniture, it is also first-class clean and the service attitude is amazingly good.
Compared to local game NPCs, hotel prices are surprisingly high.
Ordinary people can't afford to live in this kind of place, and players won't go to live there. It's a place designed to rip off big businessmen, nobles, etc.
The Frostwolf clan has always been poor, so naturally they don't dare to waste money staying in a hotel run by players like this.
So I found a cheap hotel run by an NPC in the game world.
Not to mention, it’s not very clean either.
But to the people of the Winter Wolf clan, this is nothing.
When Roland found the Winter Wolf Saint, she was sitting in the courtyard of the hotel with four men wearing white animal skin coats, each holding a few skewers of barbecue and chewing slowly.
While chewing, I shed tears.
Roland thought they were acting like this because they were not used to spicy food.
The food level of this world is relatively backward, mainly consisting of salty and sweet tastes.
There are very few spicy and sour foods.
Especially the spiciness, almost none.
Mainly there was no spicy seasoning that they didn't find suitable.
But those foodies... or life players, just found spicy plants in the forest that taste similar to chili peppers.
A big tree... Its leaves have a spicy taste.
This kind of tree grows in old forests, and no one has given it a name. After all, there are no specialized biologists in this world to classify animals and plants.
So players affectionately call this tree the spicy tree.
It has also been cultivated near Wetland City.
Normally, most people in this world are not used to spicy food.
When I first came into contact with spicy barbecue, I would cry like this while eating it.
As a result, Roland went in and heard the Winter Wolf Saint muttering in a low voice: "It's delicious, it's so expensive... It's delicious, it's so expensive, woohoo!"
It turned out that I was worried about money.
No way, when she came to Wetland City before, it was Roland, the big boss, who treated her to a treat.
Now that I buy it myself, the feeling is certainly different.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, Saint Winter Wolf finished the skewer she was holding and reluctantly put down the three skewers in her left hand.
She knew very well that when she and Roland were talking about things, these three skewers of barbecue would definitely be eaten by her three tribesmen.
Then he sucked his right hand a few times.
There's some barbecue sauce there.
If an ordinary person licks their fingers like this, it will give people an unhygienic feeling.
But the Winter Wolf Saint woman was white and her lips were brightly red. When she licked her like this, there was a wet reflection on her snow-colored fingertips, which gave people an inexplicable feeling of astringency.
Finally, she stood in front of Roland and said, "I've been looking for you for several days, and I thought you were planning to tear up the contract."
Roland waved his hand: "How is that possible!"
"How is it impossible!" The Winter Wolf Holy Woman wrinkled her nose and said, "There are five hundred gold coins. Lots and lots of them."
Uh... Roland suddenly realized that his current mentality had changed.
Money is almost no longer considered money.
In the past three months, the Magic Temple has sent more gold coins every time, and now Roland is too lazy to calculate how much money is left in his treasury.
Anyway, it piled up into a hill.
And this will continue in the future, with money coming every month.
He couldn't help but lament that the goddess of magic was so grand in her work.
Now doing magic experiments, he no longer thinks about money.
Instead, consider whether that thing can be bought with money.
"It's not convenient to talk here. Let's talk in the room." The Winter Wolf Saint pointed at the hotel.
Roland shook his head: "No, go to my manor."
In Wetland City, Roland has a large piece of land, which was given by Beta.
Most of them crossed the magic associations they founded.
Then he built his own manor with the remaining third.
Then some people were hired to help take care of it, and Beatrice was also arranged to live here.
After all, Andonara didn't seem to like her very much.
Back at the manor, Beatrice was very happy to hear that Roland was coming.
She ignored the Winter Wolf Saint and busied herself up and down, serving Roland like a servant.
Then she also showed off the cooking skills she learned from the Golden Son in Wetland City and made three home-cooked dishes.
After doing these things, she stepped back and stopped disturbing Roland.
"Is this the lover you kept outside?" the Winter Wolf Saint asked.
Roland shook his head: "She is the wife of a friend of mine. My friend died. I saw how pitiful she was, so I took care of her temporarily."
The Winter Wolf Saint had an expression that I understood very well, and she nodded repeatedly: "I know, I have inquired about you these past few days, and I have gotten to know you a little bit. You are the kind of person who only likes wives, not wives. Do it. Originally I was a little worried that I would be targeted by you, but now I am not worried at all."
Roland sighed helplessly: "When did I become that kind of person? Believe it or not, I didn't touch her... Wait, let me explain to you what these things are for. Let's get down to business."
The Winter Wolf Saint teased: "Haha, don't make the atmosphere so serious, we can be considered friends."
They are indeed friends... the kind who can be honest with each other.
Roland recalled the appearance of the Winter Wolf Saint in her rope costume. It was indeed a rare work of art.
But now he is still in the sage state and has no physiological reaction.
"So good friend, you are anxious to see me. Do you have any good news?" Roland ate some of the side dishes on the table and nodded with satisfaction.
Beatrice's craftsmanship is no worse than Andonara's.
The Winter Wolf Saint also skewered a piece of green vegetables with a fork and put it in her mouth to chew.
The further north one lives, the more they like to eat green vegetables.
While chewing, she said: "It's good news. We destroyed at least twenty lich camps and broke at least thirty lich containers, which they called leather cases. Then we found a very Bad situation. Now the Lich's holster is getting stronger."
"Oh, what do you say?"
"It stands to reason that lichs don't know anything other than magic. Even if they have certain melee capabilities, it wouldn't be too outrageous."
Roland nodded.
"But have you ever seen a lich who sat on a horse and cast blizzard magic, summoning a large number of undead warriors, and then charged on horseback with a spear without any magic power, and almost killed two warriors of our Balang clan?"
Roland shook his head.
Lancer, a special advanced profession of cavalry.
Its core skill is a derivative skill of 'riding', which is called 'shrimp catcher'.
About a year ago, a player finally became a Lancer by accident.
Then I posted a video of the effect of the core skill 'Catching Shrimp House' to the forum.
Drifting on a horse... or drifting in the forest, the horse has turned almost 90 degrees, can still run very fast, and turn at a high altitude at the same time.
So sexy.
Then you can also see the evil taste of planning.
The Winter Wolf Saint said: "This is not over yet. We have also seen the swordsman lich who can wield sword energy without magic power, the lich who can use turning arrows, and the lich who can sprint and become invisible."
Roland was speechless when he heard this.
These lichs must have fully developed the abilities of the player's corpse.
No wonder they want their own lives.
He has two major characteristics: control of magic power and the ability to cast spells without materials. If the corpse is really taken by a lich, the result will be really different.
"So what's next?" Roland asked.
"It's annoying to always have to kill the holsters." The Winter Wolf Saint said: "So we are looking for you to see if you can find a way to locate the lichs' life boxes."