Roland was watching the magic boat at this time.

The group of mixed men responsible for driving and maintaining the flying boats, as well as some magic apprentices, followed Roland in fear.

Andonara, holding Roland's arm, pointed happily at the inclined hole that pierced the entire flying boat: "I wanted to shoot this thing at that time, but when I threw it down, I broke out a hole... I thought I could pierce it."

"Next time you throw a large object or building with a gun, flatten the gun head and then draw a cross groove on it to increase the rotation speed after the gun is thrown out, which can greatly improve the tearing ability and the damage ability of large objects will rise sharply."

Andonara's eyes lit up: "Roland, you know so much."

"This is just common sense." Roland waved his hand: "Why do I help you study the battle system between the Great Swordsman and the Brave in the future."

Andonara nodded repeatedly, very happy.

Generally speaking, although the warriors are discriminated against in their hearts by the casters, they also know this, but when it comes to combat ability, they will say: The casters know how to fight head-on, they only know how to use magic in the distance, they have no courage, and they do not understand what power is.

This is a kind of self-professional affirmation and protection.

Subconsciously believe that others do not understand what they are good at to ensure their authority in this regard.

But Andonara is different.

She knew that Roland was very knowledgeable, although because of the plane, he didn't know much about common sense in this world.

But she can still see the scholarly temperament and the way of thinking that only scholars have.

After all, there are many scholars in the palace, and she has also come into contact with these people and knows some of the external manifestations of such people.

And Roland is more scholarly than all the scholars she has ever come into contact with.

And he spent almost all his time studying magic and reading books in this world.

Now he knows more and more about the world.

Even many palace scholars are not as good as him in terms of common sense.

What made Andonara even more worried was Roland's speed of progress in magic.

Since she became a legendary Great Swordsman, she has seen that everyone is a lie who sells the first place.

This is not her self-pride, it is the fact that.

Except for two angels who came to God or the World Tree, no one in this world can pose much threat to her.

If you have to find someone who can make her "fear", it's Roland.

As a vine-shaped woman, she has now identified him.

Another reason is that she saw Roland's terrible speed of progress.

When she became a legend, she thought he was so weak.

But now he can already give her the feeling of being a strong man.

If this continues, within five years, she thinks Roland will definitely catch up with her.

And Roland's ability to grow so fast is inseparable from his scholarly consciousness.

Research, think, study, think again, think again, do repeated experiments, explore the truth of magic,

In the actual impression of many people, seriousness and hard work are just a noun and have no actual impression.

But as the person next to him, Andonara knew how hard Roland worked.

It doesn't seem surprising that the Son of Gold doesn't have to sleep or he doesn't have to rest.

But he had almost no interest in banquets and socializing.

Almost all of my time is devoted to studying magic and learning.

Because he was too worried about Roland's physical and mental health, Andonara, who had always been shy, became "bold" and took the initiative to find opportunities to pull him away from time to time. She was really worried about this.

So in Andonara's eyes, his man is very smart and knowledgeable. As long as he is willing, he can do everything that others cannot imagine.

She herself is the best witness.

Witnessing a weak son of gold to become stronger at an extremely fast speed.

Witness his reputation from obscurity to the Holeven aristocratic class.

All of this made her think that her man had nothing to do.

What's more, just helping yourself improve your combat skills.

Roland was a little excited after inspecting the entire flying boat.

He has sat on this thing several times before, and it is essentially a luxury yacht in the air.

Men all want to come with luxury cars, yachts and other things, and Roland is no exception.

Moreover, this flying boat contains very advanced magic concepts. As long as you understand it thoroughly, Roland can be sure that his magical level can go further. Maybe some techniques may be used to build a floating boat.

Then he gathered the handymen and magic apprentices on the boat.

"You are all prisoners now, and I have the right to deal with you, whether according to the rules of the Francis or the rules of our Holevin."

Hearing this, nearly a hundred people in front of him seemed confused and scared.

They are all just ordinary people, and those magic apprentices are just ordinary civilians.

If he was a magic apprentice from a noble family, he would not be put on this flying boat as a coolie.

"Now you have two choices. One is to continue to stay on this ship on duty. As long as I work for a year, I will use a flying boat to send you home. Of course, you can also stay and continue to work."

More than a hundred people were talking, which looked like a vegetable market.

After Roland waited for their voices to calm down, he continued, "The other option is to leave yourself. Of course, I will give each of you a silver coin as travel expenses."

Now, the discussion became louder.

A bold magic apprentice raised his hand and said, "Oh, a silver coin is not enough to get us back to the magic tower from here."

"That's your business." Roland waved his hand: "I'm already very kind to forgive your life and give you travel expenses. How to go back next is what you need to consider."

By doing this, Roland felt that he had done his best.

Among the more than one hundred people, most of them thought Roland was very reasonable.

If they are themselves victories, it would be strange if they do not squeeze the value of the captives to the point where they are dried vegetables.

After a period of thinking, these people agreed to the first plan.

They are willing to continue working on the flying boat.

Roland nodded with satisfaction and smiled: "You will not regret this decision. I also have a magic tower in my name. Although it is still far from the magic towers of the major holy lands, I believe that it will grow to that level in less than ten years."

No one believed Roland's words except Andonara, who looked full of admiration.

On the other side, nearly 5,000 players gathered in the newly built station.

Now there are fewer and fewer players coming here.

At least 30,000 players are either taking human-powered planes or taking wooden sailboats to cross the sea.

But there were only more than 5,000 people who arrived safely.

Here, the square, rocky city wall as high as ten meters, hinders most snooping gazes.

In the past few days, players from the scouts have entered Tebel City and have clearly understood the bottom of the city.

At the same time, they also assisted Malomasha and transferred a large number of cat people to this station.

At least half of the players are addicted to cat petting here.

As the most beautiful and elegant black cat among the cat human race, Malomasha is watched by more than ten times more people.

At first she was not used to it, but now she can completely ignore the circle of the golden sons next to her with a fascinated look on her face.

She was wandering around the station every day. One day, she pointed at more than 300 male players in the corner of the station, with a very curious expression: "I found that you seem to be excluding them, and you seem to be very afraid of them. What's going on?"

There is also discrimination among the cat human race.

But this group of people does not seem to be discriminated against, but rather they seem to be less sociable and then afraid of others.

Seeing this man eating a muddy curry, the female psychology player who had been following the black cat had a green face: "They are our secret weapons, the terrible kind, don't get involved with them!"

Malomasha's tail swept around, and the female player said so mysteriously that she was even more curious. Looking at the more than 300 people, her eyes were shining.

In the central room of this station, six players held a meeting around the stone table.

They are all guild presidents.

"The transfer of the Catman race has been completed, and the remaining Catman is unwilling to leave. They are the loyalists of the Space Magic Tower. And the news that we are going to attack the Space Magic Tower was also reported by these Catmans before."

"This is normal. Every race has good people and bad people. Although cat people are cute, they are not immune to the vulgarity."

"Half a day ago, we had submitted a letter of war to the Space Magic Tower and also called on the people of Tebel City to let the civilians leave earlier so as not to be affected."

"What's the result?"

"The civilians laughed at our callers as idiots, and then threw some camel dung back. Someone was covered in it."

The other five guild presidents showed quite touching expressions.

One of them sighed, "So this is the result of sleepiness."
To be continued...