"What business is there to take care of our Blade Guild?" Hawke asked curiously.

Roland raised his glass to signal the other three people, then took a sip and said, "How many magicians are there in your Blade Wing Guild now? I mean, I want to continue playing, and I won't delete the number in the middle."

"It's probably about ten people." Hawke thought for a while and continued, "You know that the profession of magicians is too difficult. Not everyone is as talented as you. We actually have a lot of spellcasters, but most of them are warlocks, and some priests."

Since the official "defeated" of warriors, the number of warriors has soared. After all, with charm as the main attribute, it is easy to learn skills, and you can understand it yourself as long as you reach the level.

Therefore, the warlock is handsome and simple, and his strength is not bad, so who doesn't like it?

"I want to organize a mutual learning group," Roland said. "Let your guild magicians come to our magic tower and learn together with the magic apprentices."

ha?

Not to mention Hawk, even the other two found it a little strange.

Hawke stared at Roland and asked in confusion: "Aren't you already the most powerful mage among our players? Aren't you more than enough to teach those magic apprentices?"

Roland replied awkwardly: "I can teach them theoretical things, but I can understand and understand them, and have some practical operations. I have some... generation gap between them."

Hawke was stunned for a while, and he said helplessly: "I understand, this is what is called the basis in the eyes of experts, and it is different from the basis of ordinary people. Is this a feeling?"

Roland also felt a little embarrassed: "I don't know what to say."

Indeed, Roland was able to explain the theory of each spell model clearly, but some operations that seemed very simple to him were difficult to the magic apprentice.

For example, an apprentice asked last time: "Vice President, how can you quickly guide magic from this point to another point?"

"Isn't it enough to condense enough magic power at the starting point first, and then increase the mental power to push it over?" Roland replied.

But the magic apprentice looked confused: "But how do I know if the magic power is too much or less."

Roland said for granted: "This can be felt."

Then the magic apprentice fell into autism.

Seeing the apprentice's mental state, Roland remembered a joke he had heard before.

A level 10 fitter led an apprentice, and the latter asked: "Master, how can you feel how many errors in parts processing are with your hands?"

"Put your hands up, close your eyes and feel it."

Then the apprentice changed his career and became a equipment operator.

Although Roland believes that diligence is the most important, he has to admit that the gap between people's talents is sometimes too big to make people desperate.

During this period, he discovered that although the apprentices in the Magic Tower had learned the theory of the mage's hand very well, the progress of operating the casting method was quite slow. At first, he thought that he had not explained it clearly enough, but now he understood that it was purely a gap in basic abilities, resulting in the basic high platform and depression.

The magic apprentices were in a depression. Even if they looked up, they could not see Roland. Because they were blocked by the high platform, they could not understand how clear Roland's perception of magic was.

Roland stood on the platform and looked down below, and could not see the depression blocked by the platform, so he could not experience the blindness of the apprentices who looked at the magic in front of him, but it was difficult to mobilize.

Therefore, Roland thought that since this is the case, it would be better to let those mage players with similar talents as apprentices join the Magic Tower. Their basic qualities should be similar, and they can learn from each other and improve together.

Hawke agreed with this suggestion.

But out of the instinct of the 'Guire Vice President', he said: "So, what benefits can we get?"

"The books of the Magic Tower are open to all players. In addition, players can apply for some magic resources." Roland smiled: "Of course it cannot be too many, after all, the resources of the Magic Tower are also limited."

Hawke asked: "How much money can a person have in each month."

Roland thought about it, summed up the number of people and the current income of the Magic Tower. He said: "It cannot exceed thirty silver coins per month."

"Too few." Hawke slapped the table. Although he felt that his strength was very light, he was all a warrior player with extreme physical growth. He slapped the table and the tableware on it was trembling: "You have about ten gold coins a month, but the players who recruited only thirty silver coins. Everyone is a player, with equal work and different salary. The style of the capitalist, is this difference too much? At least one gold coin."

"When your dock starts to make a profit, will you be willing to give those NP helpers a gold coin as a reward?" Roland sighed and said slowly: "Everyone is a player, and he has learned political classes, Marxism-Leninism classes, and these principles are not mentioned. Thirty silver coins are already my biggest concessions for everyone to be friends. If you don't want to, then I will post to recruit on the forum. I think there will be many casual players who are willing to join our magic tower."

Looking at Roland's light expression, Hawke felt a certain force in the former's words.

At the same time, I also felt a faint alienation.

Hawke was a little disappointed, but he also knew that it was caused by himself.

For the benefit of the guild, they took the initiative to push Roland aside first. Now, for the benefit of the guild, they began to feel that the conditions given by Roland were not enough.

In this case, Roland could still think of cooperating with them, which was already a kind and righteous thing. He couldn't blame him for threatening himself and saying that he wanted to change his partner.

"Okay." Hawke was a little excited: "Just as you said."

Hawke didn't want this, but as the vice president of the guild, he had to be responsible for nearly hundreds of members of the entire guild.

This is a matter of position, not about morality or quality.

Then the four of them chatted for a few minutes, but in the end they couldn't continue, so the four of them separated.

Roland returned to the Magic Tower study and sat on the chair. He was in a bad mood. Vivian brought in delicious pastries, but he was not in a good mood.

After sitting for a while, he subconsciously opened the forum to see what sand sculpture netizens have done today, and he is happy and change his mood.

As a result, not long after browsing, he looked at a post whose title was "red" and that the administrator added to the point where it was about to turn black.

"All the handsome guys in the world deserve to die!"

The floors that responded have exceeded 10,000.

Um?
Chapter completed!