Chapter 564 Their Reward is Too Generous to Refuse
His thread was soon upvoted to the top, right under Roland’s.
The conflicts between the two threads naturally sparked a lot of passionate argunts.
Faced with Carrot’s accusation, Roland opened the thread and was about to yell back at him, when he found that the thread had been occupied by the magic classes.
Roland didn’t need to say a word; many players of the magic classes had already spoken for him. “You claim that Roland ignored your future, but did you consider for Roland’s sake at all when you ambushed him and fought him unfairly when you had such advantages? He is LV10, and his half-year’s work could’ve been for nothing if you killed him. Chances are that his ultimate equipnt would’ve been looted too. True, you said you wouldn’t do that, but could you really refuse a piece of equipnt that couldn’t be bought with money? Why should he consider you if you didn’t care about him?”
“Hey, why are you crying? You think your future is more important than the future of the 200,000 Mages, Priests, and Warlocks? Do you think you have the prerogative to sit on top of our heads?”
“Roland didn’t pick the fight; you were the ones who wanted to get famous by attacking him. Yet you’re complaining now that your face has been slapped? Is it really fair?”
“Carrot, I’m a Warlock. Half a year ago, I dropped to LV4 from LV6 because you needed to run tests after your class just took shape... I was killed more than ten tis in ten days, and I couldn’t get away. In the end, you only let go because it was not challenging anymore. Did I cry? Yet, you’re here crying because you were counterattacked. Is it fun?”
“That’s right. I’m a Magic Swordsman and I was killed by them multiple tis too. I’m having so much fun watching them suffer!”
“I’m a Priest. Those Spell Breakers killed a couple of tis too for no good reason at all.”
“Tsk... They can clear their bad reputation for killing players by doing good deeds for the NPCs, so they never went easy on the players. Roland, as the top Mage, was the best target for them. According to common sense, Spell Breakers have great advantages against Mages. But his plan has failed. All the other Spell Breakers are probably cursing him, so he simply wants to direct their attention to soone else.”
“Although I don’t like Roland’s thread that destroys a class, what you did was even more immoral and deaning to !”
Most of the replies to the thread were like that.
Roland was greatly reassured after reading them.
To be honest, he was truly rather “scared” of the Spell Breakers.
This ti, Carrot lured him here claiming that he wanted to buy gold, so other people could do it again in the future.
The Spell Breakers were banes to the magic classes, and as the top Mage, he was bound to be their greatest target. If he didn’t teach them a lesson this ti, similar things might happen again in the future.
He had too many things to do and too little ti to play gas with them. It was also why Roland publicized the trick to deal with Spell Breakers.
He could let other players of the magic classes deal with them, so that he would be less troubled.
Quitting the forum, Roland went to Betta again.
At this mont, Betta was handling a conflict between players in the city with a few knights.
Seeing Roland, he asked, “Are you leaving, Brother Roland? Why don’t you wait for for a mont? I can offer you a drink.”
“That’s unnecessary.” Roland waved his hand. “I just had a fight with other players. I can’t feel more comfortable, so I’m going ho for magic experints!”
“Why didn’t you call ?” Betta was unhappy to hear that. “I like fighting the best, especially when the enemy is outnumbered.”
The few NPC knights nearby all looked helpless after hearing that from Betta.
Everything was good about their master except his tendency of taking advantage of numbers, which made them feel uncomfortable. After all, the NPC knights, as natives of this world, valued honor in duels.
Roland estimated that Betta was too busy building the city to check the forum, so the guy had no idea that he had just destroyed a class.
He smiled. “Don’t worry. I would’ve asked for your help if I couldn’t beat them. Go build your city and save a place for . I’ll set up a branch of the Association of Mages here for the talented NPC kids. What do you think?”
“That’d be great.” Betta’s eyes glowed.
Betta knew that his city had to include not just the players but also the natives from this world, or there would be huge problems in human resources and finance.
He had no doubt that the players would co, but he knew that the players were all busy exploring the world or accomplishing quests. They would never live a steady life just because they had real estate in this place.
Therefore, the players were only supplents to the citizens here; they couldn’t be counted as the regular population.
In order to attract the natives of this world, good infrastructure and “soft power” would be very important.
What counted as soft power in this world?
A safe and prosperous environnt, the number and quality of the entertainnt workers, and most importantly, anything related to magic.
The cities that had Magic Towers were always more attractive to the residents of other places even if they were small, and if this Magic Tower was willing to admit children as students, the city would be even more appealing
In such a way, when a bulk of small nobles and rchants relocated here, many more residents would follow them. Then, the poorer folk who were willing to serve the upper classes would co as well.
The establishnt of a Magic Tower couldn’t entirely solve the problem of the population, but it could take care of a large part of it.
“Brother Roland, don’t worry. I’ll save the best place in the business district for you.”
Betta patted his chest hard.
Leaving the city, Roland went to Motasos first and put the evolved bricks of magic power into his system Backpack. Then, he made a dozen more “solar systems” for them to evolve on their own.
Roland felt that he was like a farr who planted a mist of magic power in spring and harvested a few bricks in autumn.
It was really great that no fertilization, irrigation, or pest extermination were needed. Then, he spent a couple of days with Andonara. He knew very well that Andonara lacked a sense of safety, and that she would get paranoid and depressed if he didn’t visit her for a long ti.
Stephanie wasn’t particularly happy to see Roland. She always found that Roland was a third wheel.
Two days later, Roland teleported back to the Red Magic Tower. He was going to take a few more classes and then go to the library.
But hardly had he returned to his manor when Maromatha ca to him.
“Mr. Roland, another ssage was sent from the Spatial Magic Tower. We still hope that you can help escort the traitor, and we’re willing to pay a decent price for that. We have sent our terms to your Council of Elders. I don’t know exactly what they are, but you can ask your Great Elder.”
The catgirl’s eyes were glittering. She had lived three days in Roland’s manor as a guest.
She worked quite hard during the three days and finally won Marilyn’s trust.
At this mont, the two catgirls were already able to chat and go shopping as friends.
From Marilyn’s mouth, Maromatha learned what a great gentleman Roland was.
For Marilyn, Roland had only one shortcoming, which was sotis he could be very an to her.
That wasn’t a shortcoming in Maromatha’s eyes at all.
Being a catgirl herself, she knew very well how adept her kin was at naughtiness. If their master didn’t have enough gravitas, they could easily turn their house upside down.
Therefore, Maromatha had a very good impression of Roland at this mont.
“Then I’ll go ask the Great Elder.”
Roland nodded at the catgirl and went to the conference hall. He found the Great Elder there.
This ti, the Great Elder wasn’t working but reading with what appeared to be a magnifying lens in his hand.
After Roland ca in, the Great Elder closed the book and put it aside.
Roland’s eyes were keen enough for him to spot the title on the cover of the book.
It was Woes of the Viscountess.
Sothing about the title suggested that it was a dirty book.
However, Roland wondered if he felt that way only because his heart was dirty.
After all, the Great Elder was more than a hundred years old; he couldn’t be interested in sex anymore.
The Great Elder said with a smile from his chair, “You’re finally back. I’ve waited for you for three days.”
Roland sat down opposite him and said, “The catgirl told about the Spatial Magic Tower’s sincere wish that I escort the prisoner. Personally speaking, I’m not very interested in the task, but if the Council of Elders needs to work on it, I’ll take it.”
The Red Magic Tower had given Roland a lot of help.
In all fairness, anyone with the slightest conscience would be willing to do sothing for the Magic Tower. “We won’t force you to carry out the mission,” said the Great Elder with a smile. “But the Spatial Magic Tower has offered generous rewards. You can make a decision after you hear it.”
Since the Great Elder put it that way, Roland could only nod. “After you escort the traitor to the Spatial Magic Tower, you will receive three models of special spells from the Spatial Magic Tower. You will also get twenty gold coins, which is better than nothing. Lastly and most importantly, you’re free to enter the Spatial Magic Tower anyti with access to all files.” Roland took a deep breath.
The two rewards, including the three spell models and the privilege to read all the files, were too tempting to Roland.
He slapped the desk and declared solemnly, “We’re allies, friends, and family to the Spatial Magic Tower. What they need is what we should do. I’ll accept the mission.”
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