Waiting for the wildfire to be completely extinguished, Roland patted the leaf chips and fire ashes on his body and slowly walked towards Hongtu Town.

He walked very slowly because the magic power in his body was empty, and the magic recovery effect provided by the equipment was not very strong. Without magic power, he seemed to have no physical strength.

When he walked back to the bridge at the entrance of the village, he found that there was not only Falken waiting by the bridge, but also a group of townspeople waiting.

When he saw him coming back, a group of people shouted that they were back. When they came back, they asked him what was going on.

Falken walked out, stood in front of him, first threw a 'verbal knowledge', and then smiled and said, "You're making a little bit of a big deal."

Roland looked back and found a large piece of black on the hillside in the distance. From a distance, it looked as eye-catching as if there was a beautiful woman on her head.

Then he shrugged and laughed awkwardly.

"How is the situation?"

Other townsmen also looked at him expectantly. The people of Hongtu Town have suffered giant spiders for a long time and always hope that someone can clean up them.

"The first battle was very nervous, inexperienced, and I put in a little more energy." Roland said embarrassedly: "Only one giant spider was killed."

After a brief silence, the townspeople cheered. They had long hated the spiders, but ordinary people really had no choice but to deal with them.

Several outgoing and cheerful male townsmen walked forward, patted Roland on the shoulder hard, and invited him to visit his home.

Roland politely refused one by one, and there was no need to take it seriously if others said polite words.

After the villagers dispersed, only Falken and Roland were left standing in front of the stone bridge.

At this time, the sunset was about to set, and the bright red sunset was projected on the lake surface, and the waves were surging. From a distance, the lake seemed to be burning, which was quite beautiful.

Falken looked at him and suddenly said, "You seem to have changed a little."

"Is it so obvious?" Roland was a little surprised, then walked to the stone bridge, leaned on the bridge railing with both hands, looked at the mountains in the distance, and said slowly: "I suddenly remembered my previous ideals, or things I had longed for. I thought that the imagination that could not think of reality had been shattered by the pressure of reality, but I didn't expect that it was still in my heart, and now he was still coming out."

Falken looked at Roland and found a strange light in the latter's eyes, which was obviously very subtle, but gave people a bright feeling.

Once upon a time, Falken had such a light in his eyes.

"Then your next thoughts have changed, too?" Falken asked.

Roland shook his head: "No change, I'm still walking around and looking."

A gentle breeze blew from the lake, and Roland's voice seemed a little misty in the lake wind.

Falken was stunned for a moment. Roland's answer was still the same as a few days ago. This time his tone was softer than the previous one.

But Falken heard a sense of firmness from it.

The previous answers had a passive, or a feeling of going with the flow.

But now my answer is a feeling of striving for progress, and even a feeling of finding one's own goals.

Why does the same answer give people a different feeling?

Falken was stunned for a moment, then shook his head helplessly. He thought of many things. Isn't it the same when he was young?

Roland took out the magic wand from the system backpack and said, "I'll give it back to you, this thing has helped a lot."

"I'll give it to you." Falken turned around and walked forward slowly, while saying lightly: "If you think you have a advantage, kill a few more giant spiders."

This should be the task, but why is there no system prompt? Roland looked at Falken's back and thought so.

He returned to his little house, ate some bread he bought from the Huguang Tavern, and then studied the mathematical model of the new magic.

When there is something to do, time will pass quickly. I don’t feel the passage of time, as if in just a moment, Roland was popped up in the game.

After coming out of the virtual game pole, he copied the process of his battle with giant spiders and passed it to the game forum.

And write a paragraph:

‘Maybe we magicians are not as easy as warlocks, nor as simple and convenient upgrade methods as priests. But we mages also have their own advantages. We can analyze magic, transform magic, and thus generate new magic skills. This is the first time I was in the game yesterday to "fight monsters" in the true sense. Since it was the first time I faced such an environment and such a nearly completely real battle, I used all my strength from the beginning. This is just a derivative magic of a level one small fireball, and its power is already so great. If it is a magician with all its strength, or even a magic above the fifth ring, what if our level is higher? I personally think that although the magician is weaker in the early stage, he will definitely stand at the top of the casting profession in the end."

After writing the words, he uploaded the post.

Not long after, someone posted it back.

Moreover, the speed of replying is quite fast. If there are not many times, you will have more than a dozen posts. Once refreshed, it will become more than twenty posts.

‘Also say you weren’t a big blowjob?’

‘It’s too powerful. How did you use your full strength to extract magic power on a magic skill? I am also a magician, and I can draw at most about 30% of the magic power.’

‘The commander of the Bald Eagle National Congress suspected that you were hiding a big killer weapon. Please go with FBI, thank you.’

'This is not fair. The small fireball technique used by a second-level warlock is good enough to penetrate a sapling. According to the talent comparison, at the same level, the magic damage of the warlock should be much higher than that of the mage.'

‘Delete the account, I want to throw myself into the arms of the profession of magicians. This power, this sound, this light and shadow effect... is so cool.’

‘Brother Roland, do you take care of your apprentice? You are fair-skinned and beautiful, and you will be sobbing... qq friend.’

‘When you go upstairs, I’m fair and beautiful, and I can take out a big one from the bottom of my skirt…’

Seeing that the floor quickly tilted, Roland shook his head helplessly.

At this time, the phone suddenly rang and connected. The voice of good friend Shuke came from inside.

"Brother, come here for me. My cousin's college entrance examination ended the day before yesterday and entered the game. According to his description, his birth point seems to be very close to the Red Clay Town where you are."

"Okay, I'll come here right away."

Roland hung up the phone and walked to the cold drink bar on a shared bicycle. In the special box, he saw a boy about 18 years old, who looked a little similar to Shuke and had a cheerful smile.

Shuke lay in a mood on the backrest of the sofa, and introduced: "This is my cousin Beta. From elementary school to high school, I have been locked at home by my uncle to study. Now that the college entrance examination is over, I have been released."

"Hello, Brother Roland."
Chapter completed!