Roland looked at the other person's eyes and wanted to fully see the man's mind.

It was just that the other party looked gloating and a little crazy, so it was difficult to read out something else from it.

"I'm your chance?" Roland smiled and said, "Aren't you afraid that I will fall to the association?"

No matter who it is, it is not comfortable to be used by others, or to be treated as an opportunity or a pedal. The same is true for Roland. His rhetorical question is a reaction that most people will have.

If an ordinary person is questioned like this, he will probably be a little panicked, but Aldo said calmly: "This is unlikely. Always, almost all the people from noble families, and they are from big families that have been passed down for hundreds or thousands of years. They even have many distant relatives who serve as apprentices or some positions in various branches. Most of the branches will always know what happens after a while. Of course, if a genius like you is willing to kneel down and be a dog for them, he should be able to integrate into them, hahahaha."

After listening to Aldo's ridicule, Roland didn't like it very much.

"Are you sure I can't be a dog?" Roland sighed boredly.

"How can a person who is not afraid of death be someone else's dog!" Aldo shouted, with extreme contempt.

It makes sense that even if you can't die, how can you be a dog?

There are only two punishments for players to die. Lose 10% of the total experience at present. If the corpse can be retrieved, fifty% of the lost experience can be recovered. That is to say, if the corpse is picked up, it will only lose 5% of the total experience.

The other is the equipment on the corpse, which depends on whether the NPCs will plunder, but Roland feels that it will definitely take it away.

It's a spoil after all.

Roland doesn’t think that many players are willing to be dogs in the game, and who is not a little proud in modern people? Well... If you are a dog-licking person who is a beautiful woman, there may be many male players who are willing to.

After a short silence, Roland asked, "What is your revenge?"

"I don't know." Aldo looked out the window and his mood slowly calmed down: "I want to see that woman kneel in front of me, I want to see her family disappear, I want to see her expression that regrets her endlessly."

"Don't you want to kill her?" Roland's eyes were questioned.

Aldo's body shook for a moment, and there was a heavy hesitation in his pupils: "I don't know!"

"I understand." Roland smiled and said, "I won't fall to the always-coming side for the time being. Of course, it depends on the person who always comes. If you said it, you will try your best to miss my node model diagram."

Hahaha! Aldo stood up with a crazy laugh, he opened his hands and said frantically: "You will see a good show! A drama called Pride."

"Hope so."

When Aldo left, Roland closed the door through the air with the hand of a mage.

The room became quiet, and there was only the sound of high-rise wind whistling by the other side of the window.

Roland was in his mind at this time, and he didn't care whether Aldo had used it. As a player, more than ten years of experience in single-player online games made him already resistant to some "unreasonable" plots.

Although this world does not seem to be as simple as a game, there is an old saying that stories and novels need to consider whether they are reasonable or not, and reality does not need to be.

In his opinion, Aldo's revenge was not worthy of much attention. What he really cared about was the crazy intention that Aldo had just shown.

A person with psychological trauma is a magician, a high intellectual, with a high IQ, which is very consistent with the clues Roland had found before investigating.

The possibility of Aldo being the murderer is getting bigger and bigger.

If there were only 30% of the doubts before, now there are at least 50%.

After sitting in the room for a while, Roland then began to study the derivative ability of the magic of knowing language.

As the data increases, the mathematical model of this magic is becoming more and more perfect. Now, Roland can recognize more than a dozen words in a page of the book when casting spells.

If he gives him another two or three days, he will definitely be able to deduce the derivative magic of "knowing words".

At about noon, Vivian, who had woken up, brought lunch.

Very rich, with fried eggs, cakes, thick broth and a vegetable that Roland cannot name.

"Please trouble you."

Roland felt more and more that he had the benefits of "power". He didn't even mention the money he had every month, but he had resources to appoint resources, and most importantly, there was a dedicated person to solve the problem of food, clothing, housing and transportation. He didn't need to worry at all. He just had to focus on doing his own things.

Vivian shook her head: "This is not worth mentioning from what you gave us."

She has been here at the Magic Tower for three years, and the president has been teaching them pitifully for a very little time. When Roland arrived, he first sent a precious model node map and spent a night teaching them carefully.

Although some of the things Roland said were a little different from their usual education, they were indeed useful after their tests. The improvement of a day exceeded that of about half a year ago, which made them even more grateful to Roland.

In essence, Roland did not do anything exaggerated, but just taught these apprentices the correct methods and techniques for connecting spiritual nodes.

If the method is wrong, it may not be useful even if you work hard for a lifetime, and the apprentices have never found a suitable way to connect spiritual nodes before.

The president did not teach them.

"Vice President, do you need me to teach you how to read?" Vivian looked at him with some anticipation.

Roland shook his head.

Oh...Vivian left in a little disappointed manner.

With a gentle sigh, Roland looked at the wooden door for a short while, then shook his head. When he was about to have lunch, he suddenly received a prompt from the system.

‘Congratulations to the server for the establishment of the first player guild of "f6", founder: Shuke!’.

After reading it, Roland laughed happily: "We have indeed won the first place. The presidents of the big guilds should be furious now."

Although it is just a short system prompt, Roland can guess that this will definitely have a huge impact on many players.

He had lunch happily, then went down to the second floor, summoned the apprentices, and continued to tell them about his spellcasting experience.

Then, late at night, I rushed the apprentices to sleep, and continued to deduce the derivative magic on the eighth floor.

Until today's game time ends.

Climbing out of the virtual cabin, Roland habitually opened the forum, glanced casually, and found that the forum had indeed "exploded".

Almost all the forum asked: what "f6" is, and then asked who Shuke was.

Especially those guilds that were originally famous in other games, such as the Galan Temple, the Eternal Kingdom, the Nuanyue Valley, and other major guild presidents, even offered rewards, constantly @Shuke, hoping that for the sake of everyone being a Chinese, he would provide a quick way to establish a guild and receive a lot of rewards.
Chapter completed!