I had been quarreling with my friend in the cold drink bar for more than three hours. When it was almost noon, the four of them left. Roland rode his bicycle and returned home in the scorching sun at noon. The first thing he did when he threw off the bicycle was to turn on the air conditioner, turn the temperature to the lowest level, and blow it hard at himself.

When his body cooled down, Roland turned on the computer and logged into the forum again, and then found that his private email was filled with text messages. Looking at the red and unread prompt, Roland looked confused.

Taking a deep breath and looking carefully, I found that most of them received system prompts for rewards. At first, he thought it was a system error, so he clicked a few and found that he was indeed rewarded. It was not a system problem. There were at least one forum coins and at most twenty or thirty forum coins.

On Penguin’s forum, forum coins are equivalent to real money, and a forum coins is about one yuan.

All rewards point to one source, Roland posted a post not long ago, "Roland's Little Fireball Spell Casting Experience". He opened the "Spun Castor Communication" section again, and at first glance, he saw that his post was highlighted and topped by the moderator, and also accompanied by four bright red characters "Essence Recommendation".

He opened the post and found that the whole page was full of praise.

"I don't even support me, so I will obey the poster, 66666. Reward 2 forum coins to show my intentions."

"I'll go, use mathematical models to analyze the magic, and it exploded. The last time the self-explosion magic node has been recorded, so I'll wait for the game to be tested in the evening. Reward 5 forum coins to show my intentions."

"The small fireball technique turned into a self-detonation bomb. At first glance, it was a shaping energy system bomb. We have a successor to the big bomb. But I don't have much money, so I just want to do it. I rewarded 2 forum coins to show my intentions."

Praise like this accounts for the vast majority, and the forum coins given range from 1 to 20. Of course, many people do not give it, just watch the fun.

In addition, some warlock players ran in and wanted to bring a wrong theme, but unfortunately the sour words they made did not attract anyone's attention at all, and were soon submerged in numerous praises.

Roland returned to his forum account center, took a look, and then he had no choice but to pay his penis... More than 50,000 forum coins, and the number was still growing. If he exchanged these forum coins for rmbs, he could get about 50,000 yuan in addition to the handling fee.

He only worked for a year to save the money, and he also used it to buy a game cabin. Unexpectedly, he would just play games and post an experience post, but instead earn back the money from the game cabin.

In other words, at least thousands of people gave him rewards on the forum. People who can afford the game cabin are generally not poor. After all, a virtual game cabin worth 50,000 yuan per person is not cheap.

Roland was naturally happy to make money, but this unexpected feeling of accidentally planting willows makes him feel mixed. He is not a professional player and has never thought of making money by relying on games.

After converting the forum coins into rmb, the money quickly arrived. Looking at the phone, I told myself that I had earned more than 50,000 yuan. Roland laughed, then went downstairs for lunch, rode a bicycle, and went outside for a walk. After coming back, my mood had calmed down, and the excitement of getting an extra income had disappeared without a trace.

Then he started playing other games, but after experiencing the virtual real world, he no longer had any interest in ordinary games. Playing any games is like chewing wax. Even the matte and matte that he liked very much before, he didn't feel anything when playing.

He hasn't tried it for a long time and feels that time is so hard.

Finally, he was about 21:45 pm. He put on his pajamas and climbed into the virtual game cabin. Seeing the hatch cover automatically close up, a green but not dazzling light shone on his eyes. He closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep.

When he became awake again, he found that he was back in the game. The world was still black and white. Falken was beside him, still maintaining the movement of getting up.

Roland couldn't move either. He waited quietly. Not long after, the world changed back to color. Falken stood up. He didn't know that Roland had actually left this world once.

He slowly turned around with a hunched back and said to Roland: "Learning spells and proficiency in spells is not something that can be accomplished overnight. I suggest you find a job in the town first and save some money. When you practice spells well, I think the money will be almost saved, and it will be easier to do whatever you have money."

Roland felt that this was true, but he thought about it for a while, but he shook his head helplessly: "I don't know your language yet, so it's not convenient to find a job."

"I can introduce one to you." Falken smiled and said, "There is a mine cave on the other side of the back mountain in the town. Just dig the ore and it doesn't require any communication. It's a good meal, and the salary is not low."

Mining... In other games, this is indeed a way to get rich. But it is hard to say in this game. But apart from that, he has no other means of making a living. Roland thought about it and finally nodded and said, "I'm sorry, but I'm afraid that my strength will not keep up. After all, mining is a physical job."

"The physical fitness of professionals is much better than that of ordinary people." Falken smiled and said, "Even a spell caster, his physical fitness is much better than that of ordinary men. When I was young, I could let out five or six big men with bare hands and empty fists."

Roland naturally didn't believe it, but he could really feel that in the game, his strength was obviously much greater than in reality, and he was obviously just a spellcaster.

Falken led Roland to the town and passed the lakeside path. Many people greeted Falken along the way. He responded politely one by one. Roland could see that Falken was quite popular in this place.

About ten minutes later, Falken led Roland to the foot of a mountain on the west side of the lake. A cave was opened here, with green stones piled up on the edge of the cave. A large stone house was more outside, probably a warehouse. There was a middle-aged man sitting at the door, dark-skinned and napping on the table with nothing to do.

Falken walked over and knocked on the old wooden table.

The middle-aged man woke up immediately. When he saw Falken, he stood up and smiled flatteringly, "Oh, Master Falken, why are you here?"

"Galen, I'll bring someone to help you." Falken patted Roland's back: "Although he is a novice, I believe he won't let you down."

The middle-aged man named Galen looked at Roland for a while, and his wrinkled black face was a little embarrassed: "Old man, your nephew is born with tender skin and tender flesh, not like a material for doing rough work."

Farr snorted and laughed: "Do you think he will do it for you? And you don't know who he is yet, and you haven't paid attention to the affairs in the town recently."

Hongtu Town is not big, and what happens usually happens, and it soon spreads the whole town. Galen didn't even know Roland, and I think it shouldn't be.
Chapter completed!