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Charles is a little famous on the forum. After all, the Cornucopia Chamber of Commerce has a large plate and has recently dominated the entire material market. It can be said that it is the more successful guild in the minds of most players.

Therefore, at the beginning, many players were a little indignant when the Cornucopia Chamber of Commerce was attacked, but after two days, some intelligence feedback came back and they were surprised to find that... no player received a task to help the Cornucopia Chamber of Commerce.

This is unreasonable.

Logically speaking, the other party snatched so many magic materials from the Cornucopia, which should be able to trigger the help task, but so far, no one has said he has received the task about the Cornucopia.

This incident suddenly made the players on the forum feel that there might be another reason for the incident.

Roland also saw the discussion on this matter on the forum, but he ignored it.

Mostly Antis did it.

Indeed, privateers are targeted at hostile foreign merchants and not at their own chambers of commerce.

But the problem is…no one seems to regard the Son of Gold as a person in his country.

Even the Divine Cult of Life does not regard the Son of Gold, who is reborn from his temple, as his own person.

In the eyes of their employers, those players who have been divided and recruited are just "employed people" and have never seen themselves.

Therefore, it is normal for privateer to work for the Cornucopia Chamber of Commerce.

More importantly,... the fact that Cornucopia maliciously monopolizes magic materials has aroused the disgust of many forces, but Cornucopia is very weak.

The average level of a group of players is only lv2, which is the performance of the server opening in the past two years. You can imagine how disliked leveling.

How much do you like to make money?

Such a weak force, but with so much money, it would be strange if you don’t steal it.

I didn't rob it before because I was afraid of revenge by the sons of gold, but now many sons of gold have joined the nobles and royal families. They took the lead in robbing, so of course the others have to keep up.

Anyway, if something happens, the Golden Son on their side is on the top.

On this side, Roland took parchment paper that slowed down the "oilmaking technique" and teleported it to the royal city again.

Then I met Antis, who was routinely "gate" at the city gate.

He hooked up at Roland and took Roland to the small dark room inside the city gate.

"Your method is very useful." Antis didn't say nonsense, and smiled directly: "With the private certificate, those Gold Sons who turned to us really dare to attack some Gold Sons who are arrogant. You seem to have a potential rule to guide you in your actions?"

System rules... are normal.

Roland nodded slightly, and then he asked back, "What do you think of the golden sons who are turning to you?"

"Very easy to use." Antis laughed happily: "As long as we define a task, or a more detailed scope of responsibility, they will do a good job, quite well. I even think that you are too obsessed with the word "order"."

Roland raised his eyebrows: "Let me give you an example."

"The royal city is very big. We accept our destiny and there are many sheriffs. Different people are responsible for different ranges." Antis narrowed his eyes, like a slutty fox smiling: "One of them is the son of gold. After less than four months of taking office, he trained his subordinates to be quite elite, and then made the security in his area quite well. Even walking in the alley late at night is quite safe. Even a strange old case was broken. If I had gone there, I would never be able to do that of his level."

"This seems very ordinary." Roland shook his head.

In Delbon, whether it was when Link was a sheriff or Vincent was a sheriff, he could reach this level.

"You may be used to it, you're used to it, so you think it's normal." Antis twitched: "But in our opinion, this is almost a miracle."

OK... the worldview is different, so the ideas are different.

Antis continued, "Or why don't you come to our royal family to be the royal wizard."

Roland was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "The king can bear me?"

"What's strange about it? He hasn't wanted you for how long the queen has been by your side." Antis thought for a while and said, "It would be better to say that if you come to the royal family and the queen comes back, the royal family will be faced and will not force the queen to do things they don't like. Then you can still have power and power. Isn't it great? This is called... Win-win, the word you like to say the most."

"Forget it." Roland shook his head: "You are really trying hard to pull me into the royal family."

“Real talent is welcome everywhere.”

Antis sighed and thought for a while and said, "Besides privateer certificates, what other ways do you have to let us deal with the Son of Gold?"

Roland gave him a blank look: "Do you think I may still talk nonsense?"

"Tsk, I'm not a friend." Antis muttered: "Will you come to my place to drink after finishing your work?"

"It depends on the situation." Roland said casually, turned around and left the small dark room.

Entering the royal city, Roland soon came to the gate of the Magical Divine Cult.

The Magic Goddess also has a temple, but there are too few people who believe in her... After all, magicians are a rare profession, and many magicians have the arrogant mentality of "I may become a god," which has led to quite a few believers in the Magic Goddess.

Therefore, the temples of the Magical Divine Cult are usually only located in the kings of various countries, and they can just symbolically mean it.

The gate of the temple was always open. Roland walked in and found a sacrificial platform under the huge statue of the magic goddess. Behind the stage was an elderly magician sitting, looking at a book seriously.

It seemed that he heard Roland walking, and it was also possible that his mental power sensed someone coming in. The old magician turned over a page of the book paper, without raising his head, and said slowly: "Is there anything wrong? Young man, if he is just here to pray, go to the prayer room on the right. If he is here to borrow money, please shine your mental power. I confirm your talent and see how much you are worth!"

Magicians are a very expensive profession. If you don’t have the expertise of “spell casting and materials”, you need materials to practice a lot of magic.

This is a huge expense.

And it is also very expensive to buy spell models.

The Magical Divine Cult will provide loan services, test the lender's qualifications, then provide matching money, sign a contract, and then let the lender pay it back slowly.

The interest rate on loans is not high, about 10% in five years. In this world, it is a very conscientious loan interest rate.

Rolandtong went to the sacrificial platform and said, "I am here to sacrifice and verify new spells."

Um?

The old magician suddenly raised his head and looked at Roland in surprise.

In terms of the magic level of Holevin, it is rare to be able to reach the master level in a thousand years to be able to reach the master level, and generally new magic is something that only after the master level is considered.

Besides, many so-called "new magic" are themselves a big pit.

Use spell model nodes to create many weird magic that are plausible and useless.

For example, the three-point firing technique that consumes ten times the magic and reduces its power by half has an effective range of one meter. It can be used continuously for one minute and can barely boil a pot of water.

It can instantly drain the mental power of an elite-level mage, then release a giant rainbow bubble, locking the enemy in it for about a second.

Wait for these magic, these are indeed new magic, but they are not used. After the magic goddess takes it away, there will be no "reward" at all.

The old magician looked at Roland's age and thought that the latter might be the type of "joining the fun", so he pointed to the sacrificial platform and said, "Put the drawings of the spell model here, and then surround the name of the magic goddess Ms. Misla ten times."

After saying that, the old magician looked down at his book again.

Roland placed the drawings on the sacrificial platform, and then silently recited the name of the Magic Goddess ten times as he said.

After he finished pronunciating his name, the scroll on the sacrificial platform turned into white scattered spots and disappeared into the air.

Roland waited for a while, but when he saw that there was no return, he sighed slightly.

Either this oil-making technique has been similar, or Misla believes that this spell is not worthy of her reward.

The old magician heard Roland's sigh and was not surprised. He just smiled slightly and praised his foresight in his heart.

Roland turned around and was about to leave.

At this moment, behind the temple, the huge statue of the goddess suddenly emitted a light green light, and the strange barrier enveloped the entire church.

The vaguely-faced goddess statue seemed to come alive, looking at Roland with her eyes.

The spiritual power that is so grand that it makes people tremble in their hearts descended above the temple.

The old magician had already kneeled down, his eyes were furious and his body was trembling.

Roland looked up at the eyes of the statue of the magic.

"Very interesting magic." A female voice that seemed a bit heavy, but quite gentle, sounded in the temple: "Young man, what's your idea for you to improve the 'greasy technique' to this?"

The goddess's voice sounds very nice!

Roland suddenly remembered what Shuke had said before, and the voice of Goddess of Light sounded very nice.

Thinking of the last time the Goddess of Life pulled him to the Kingdom of Life, her voice was also very nice.

"I think the magician apprentices in this world have had a hard time and are very talented. However, the magic apprentices who are poor at home have no means to make money in the early stage. If they don't have money, they can't learn magic. They have to leave the magician's path with hatred. I think this is too wasteful..."

Roland spent several minutes speaking out his thoughts.

"I understand." Misla's voice seemed to be softer: "What's your name?"

"Roland."

"I will name this spell "Roland Oilmaking" and use my divine power to spread it to all temples for all magicians to learn."

Roland breathed a sigh of relief. He improved the greasy technique for this purpose.

"Your philosophy is very good. Keep working hard, this is a reward for you."

Two green lights shot out from the goddess' eyes and hit Roland's head directly.

The speed was too fast, and Roland didn't even have time to react.

Fortunately, these two beams did not have any damage and disappeared after lasting for two seconds.

What disappeared together was Misla's huge divine spiritual power.

Roland looked at his system interface at this time.

'You are favored by the goddess of magic.'
Chapter completed!