Hearing the words of the Magic Goddess, all the players present looked at Roland with a look of their enemies.

All kinds of envy, jealousy and hatred.

You already have a beautiful queen. During the day, during the secretary work, at night, you work with the secretary, and then you are not sure about it with the Goddess of Life. Now, the Goddess of Magic actually invites you to go shopping in full view of everyone.

This is a real goddess.

Not the kind of goddess who licks the dog's eyes.

"I can't stand it anymore."

"I'll go drink some soda and citric acid in my stomach."

"I felt the dimensionality reduction blow."

"I'm fine. I have succubus in my family. Go back and find her to comfort me."

"Don't get into the good ship line." O'Neal smiled and looked at Roland with a sinister smile.

Then the people left cursingly.

The magic goddess' phantom sat on Roland's shoulder and smiled and said, "You tribe members are really interesting. Although they can't see me, they really don't have much fear of me."

"After all, our world has no gods."

Misla turned her head and looked at Roland's face and whispered, "Do you think there really aren't?"

"If there were any, we should have discovered it long ago."

"Then why did you come here?" Misla chuckled softly: "Did you really come by with your own strength?"

Roland turned his head suddenly to look at Misla on his shoulder.

As soon as he came, his mouth was very close to Mises's little phantom man, and he was about to kiss him one or two centimeters away.

But Misla did not set aside, but instead said softly: "Don't be surprised, don't be anxious. If you continue to grow, one day you will discover the truth of your world."

"What's the truth?"

"I don't know." Misse stretched out a little finger and pressed it on Roland's lower lip: "I am not a person from your world, how can I know it. But as long as I have enough strength, everything in the world will naturally appear before you. Just as all of our gods vaguely know the origin of your Son of Gold."

Roland's silence, the words of the Magic Goddess made him believe more and more that this world is not a game.

Although I was already extremely suspicious, my own guesses and some people confirmed that they were two different feelings.

After a while, Roland breathed a long sigh.

Is there a god in my own world?

This is a matter of refreshing the three views.

"Okay, I won't talk about these things anymore, sooner or later you will know." The Magic Goddess pressed Roland's face: "Take me around this city quickly. After all, my clone doesn't carry much divine power and I can't hold on for long."

"good."

Roland walked out of the temporary meeting hall and walked on the streets of Wetland Town.

This city, which is completely built by players, is completely different from other cities.

Whether it is in layout, infrastructure, and institutional core.

Not to mention the main road nearly forty meters wide, the drainage system next to the main road has instantly killed all human cities, including the Frans Royal City.

In addition, the city is quite clean. There are many vendors next to the streets, but it is very clean and there is almost no garbage.

The magic goddess sat on Roland's shoulder and saw all this in her eyes. Then she pointed to the vendor on the street and asked Roland to take her over with interest.

At this time they had already walked into the street of artworks.

To be honest, the aesthetic vision of artworks in the information age is far higher than that of this world.

There are those who sell wood carvings, clay carvings, and sand carvings here.

There are everything you can help others draw and interior design.

And there are many types of art, such as pokemons, anthropomorphic animals, and even gun mechanical robot models.

All players set up stalls here.

Then those NPC tourists or merchants who pass by here will come to this street for a walk, which is already one of the "famous attractions" of the Wetland City.

The exotic artwork of Son of Gold has gradually spread all over the world.

Another most famous scenic spot is the food street next door.

If the arts and crafts market can make people feel the shock of art, then the food street will be addictive.

There are all kinds of delicacies on this street.

From small meals to big meals, there are also many of them made with local ingredients and earthly food concepts, which are top-notch delicious.

For example, Long Xiang Yukong uses Yalong thigh bones to cook a day and night of broth, and cooked with chopped tender and smooth Yalong thigh meat. Put it in a casserole and simmer for three hours. When it comes out of the pot, sprinkle something similar to green onions and season it. Then this scaryly delicious meatball is made.

Similarly, there is Night Moor Maple Bridge, the main material is the Black Demon-Belly Snake.

The main material is single-horned rabbit meat.

The Wrath of the Undead, the main material is the rabbit head... But only players like to eat this thing, and the NPCs in this world can take three steps back at a glance.

There are many new dishes similar to this, after all, there are too many people who can cook in the players.

Once, a merchant from a distant desert kingdom transported the specialties from the desert here, made a lot of money, and said he wanted to eat all the food in the city within a month.

As a result... a year passed, he had not finished eating one-third of the food. In the end, he almost lost all the money he brought with him, but was still dragged away by his companions.

When I left the Wetland City, I cried miserably.

And shouted: I should have brought more money if I had known, I should have...

Roland took the Magic Goddess to visit the Crafts Street, the Food Street, and finally came to the city hall.

It is also very lively here. After all, the first floor here is the Mercenary Guild. A large number of players receive tasks here, and many NPCs come here specifically to publish tasks here, specifying that the Son of the Golden to complete it.

Now players are among the mercenaries with the highest creditworthiness.

When many NPC mercenaries take on missions, they will turn into robbers from time to time, kill their employer, and then escape to other cities or countries, and start over.

But this has never happened to the Son of Gold to take on the mission.

If the task fails, they will even take the initiative to compensate the employer's family and help you complete the funeral. They are so kind that people can't believe they are human.

Such a considerate and perfect service awareness, who doesn’t like it?

So when they encounter a lot of trouble and do not involve evil tasks, they will try their best to designate the Son of the Golden to complete it.

It has been two hours since I saw this.

The magic goddess's clone is getting thinner and thinner, and it is already translucent.

"What a vibrant city." Misla sighed, "It would be great if my kingdom of God was the same."

There was a hint of loneliness in her tone.

At this time, a woman came from not far away.

Roland knew her, Solisa of the Phoenix Guild.

She walked up to Roland and said in surprise: "It's really rare. I actually saw you on the street. You are not in the laboratory... Then again, what is this ball of Masek on your shoulders?"

Misla used a small amount of divine power to make clones come to the world. If it weren't for knowing in advance, ordinary people would not be able to feel her body or see her appearance.

"Things... What a little girl who can't speak." Misla curled her lips and said to Roland: "Okay, I'll leave first, and I'll chat with me if I have time in the future."

Then her clone turned into a ray of light and floated upwards, disappearing.

Solisa was stunned: "I seem to feel a huge, sacred spiritual power..."

Roland asked, "You seem to have something to do with me?"

"Yes." Solisa nodded and said, "Don't you want to build a magic association?"

“It’s already under construction.”

"I have a similar idea. I want to build a magic tower, specializing in summoning magic, and only accept women."

Roland and Solisa are both celebrities among the players. They stand on the street and talk without moving, which attracts the attention of many people.

"Let's talk while walking." Roland took the initiative to take the initiative to take a step forward and said, "So have you chosen the right land in the city? There is not much land now with enough area."

"It's already far better, not in the Wetland City." Solisa smiled.

"Why?" Roland felt strange: "This is the base camp of players, they are their own people, they have the same consciousness. If there are difficulties, will it be better for everyone to work together to develop together?"

Solisa's expression was strange. She looked at Roland, a little complaining, but seemed a little helpless. Finally, she pointed to the succubus that was already everywhere on the street and said, "Do you think there are such creatures everywhere in this city, and there is still the amount of us women talking?"

Oh... Roland couldn't speak at all.

This is indeed his fault.

Originally, female players were very competitive.

Their number is already small, less than 50,000... It is only about 9.4% of the entire player group. As we all know, the smaller the number, the more precious anything is.

What's more, girls who play games.
To be continued...