The open-air balcony where O'Neal is standing is large and very high.

Standing here, you can almost bring the entire wetland city into your eyes.

Roland stood beside him and asked, "Are you afraid that I will get in the way, or are you afraid that I... will steal your 'head'?"

O'Neal smiled, and handed Roland a glass of wine from the table next to him, saying, "Try it."

Um?

Although he was a little puzzled, Roland took a sip.

The taste is good, and it is better than what he has drunk before. All the wines are delicious. After drinking, there is still a faint fragrance of grapes in his mouth.

"This is made by our players." O'Neill continued: "This wine has been sold from the Wetlands to the outside, and even the Urkanda place has merchants rushed over to transport the wines."

Roland was still a little surprised: "Why did you tell me this?"

"Do you know how many specialties there are in Wetland City that can be called out now?" O'Neal asked.

Roland frowned and shook his head.

"This means you are not down-to-earth...so this is the reason why we don't want you to intervene." O'Neal said: "You are already sitting high above the clouds, pulling our distance to a point where you can't even see your taillights. Although everyone is legendary, the realm is different. If you and I are both products, then we are standard and mass-produced assembly line cheap products, you are specially made, and there are also various special products with high-quality functions. For example, the difference between Wuling Hongguang and handmade Lamborghini."

Roland couldn't help but say, "What does this have to do with your desire to kill God?"

"We don't want someone outside the specification to insert it." O'Neill said lightly: "We want to test our strength, test our ideas, and whether we can achieve the purpose of killing Gods. But if you come, you can kill the divine clone yourself, what else do we have to do?"

Roland now fully understood.

I am too strong, and the other party doesn't want to take me to play.

What's the matter... Generally speaking, isn't it just a novices to play?

Is it wrong to be too strong?

Actually, Roland didn't want to participate, but the other party's attitude of not taking care of himself is really depressing.

He thought for a while and asked, "Is the God you are going to deal with, life, magic, and death?"

"I can't say this."

"Then I have to watch it." Roland smiled: "You should understand why."

After a moment of silence, O'Neal said, "You don't trust us!"

"You don't trust me." Roland said lightly: "I just said, life, magic, death, as long as it's not the three of them, I will ignore the others."

"I promise it's not the three of them." O'Neal said seriously: "So you don't need to intervene."

"In addition, there is light." Roland thought for a while and said, "Although I don't know the goddess of light, she is the immediate boss of my brother Shuke, and they have a very good relationship. If it is involved, the brother will definitely have sex with you, and at that time, I will definitely help my brother."

O'Neal breathed a sigh of relief: "Don't worry, it's not light either."

"That's how it happened?" Roland asked with a raised eyebrow.

O'Neal poured Roland another glass of fruit wine and filled himself with another glass.

Then he finished his cup in one sip and said, "Thank you for giving me face."

"You're welcome, you've helped me a lot before."

This is indeed not a lie. Over the past five years, O'Neal has helped Roland improve a lot of data on magic nodes.

"Cheers to the friendship that can last!"

"cheers!"

Both of them smiled, but both Roland and O'Neal knew that their friendship and relationship had begun to become rusty.

The floating city was built from Roland... from O'Neal and others who were unwilling to let Roland kill gods, or from Roland's unwillingness to tell the secret of the floating city.

They are all destined to become rusty.

It would be better to say that the two of them were not very familiar with each other.

Leaving from the magic association established by the players, Roland went to chat with Beta for a while.

Then it was teleported to the floating city. At this time, there was only a square rock-like square house on the surface of the floating city. This was temporarily made by Roland using mud to turn into stone.

Then he posted a post on the forum, hoping that a team of infrastructural and real estate would help him design the planning and layout of the floating city and interview the specific situation.

In less than three minutes, more than a dozen messages were sent to him and his qualifications were given.

Roland used the Internet to investigate these groups and felt that they were not very reliable.

It's not that the other party is not capable enough.

The other party has sufficient abilities, but they all tend to think about business rules.

He is better at making buildings look good and the layout is beautiful.

What Roland asked for... was something further.

Practicality, earthquake resistance, community convenience and sturdiness must be considered. This is a floating city. In the future, we will definitely have to go through combat weapons. How can we not make the building stronger?

After looking through it, the team that had no interest in it studied the magic and then went offline.

As a result, I got off the line and crawled out of the virtual cabin. My face was not washed, and someone came to knock on the door.

Roland opened it and found that he was the head of the base.

He had dark eyes and said helplessly: "If you want to plan a floating city, why do you want to find outsiders? Can't we do it ourselves?"

Roland was stunned.

"Did you build our base by people outside?" The person in charge said angrily: "We also have our own construction team, and we are absolutely professional."

Yes... Even this underground base that looks like a medium-sized city is doing well, and it is impossible for them to be able to make the layout of a mere floating city.

Then the two of them didn't eat breakfast and immediately went to the logistics support room.

Although Roland is already a celebrity in the entire base, the base manager still needs to be granted permission to enter and exit the security room, and tell the matter to the section chief of the logistics security room.

After learning about Roland's purpose, the section chief of the security room nodded and said, "It's okay, everyone is a colleague, there is no problem to help you, but can I make a little request."

"Please say." Roland agreed without saying a word.

"Can you give me some purification liquid from your department? It doesn't take too much, only 30 grams." The department looked very embarrassed when she held the glasses on the bridge of her nose.

Roland looked at the other person and found that the other person's skin was dry and even a little dark.

More importantly, the other party has a very heavy dark circle.

"You haven't used the stock solution?"

After analysis by the experts from the Materials Department, the base can now mass-produce this raw liquid that can extend its life.

Almost everyone in the base can receive about 100 grams every month.

After drinking it, I dare not say that my life span has increased by decades, but at least my body will be much healthier.

The logistics department head obviously never used the stock solution.

"No, it's all used on my father-in-law." The section chief smiled. The middle-aged man's helplessness that he wanted to work hard but his body did not allow him to seep into this faint smile: "He is in poor health and has liver problems. He can last for a few more years after using the stock solution, so he will give it all. If he had more stock solution, it would probably be cured, so I have applied to his superiors, but when you, Director Huang, will be much easier."

One hundred grams of stock solution... not much.

Their departments are "wasteful" every day.

This is something that there is no way. If you want to have results in research, you have to be willing to use the materials.

Use it desperately.

Besides, Roland uses special consumption privileges, and as long as the consumption is not exaggerated, no one will care.

After all, this thing has a lot to do with him.

"Okay." Roland nodded, and then gave the other party the approximate volume and plane profile of the floating city.

These data were measured by him with mental power, and the error would not exceed ten centimeters.

After getting what he wanted, the section chief said gratefully: "Don't worry, we will hand over the drawings to you soon."

Sure enough, soon... in the evening, they sent the drawings.

Very thick stack! There is also an oversized plan top view.

The same information was sent here.

Seeing this USB flash drive, Roland breathed a sigh of relief. As a person who often uses computers, he is no longer used to reading drawings and prefers to read documents on the computer.

At night, he copied the USB flash drive information into the virtual cabin and entered the game.

Then he opened the information on the USB flash drive and spread the purchased white paper and pen and ink in front of his desk.

A small hand of a mage, holding a quill and drawing lines on origami.

The ability to use mental power to control the tracing skills of the mage's hand is much better than that of his own.

In essence, this is the correct way to use the mage's hand.

Like Roland did before, he made a giant mage and beat someone up, which was a devil's way.

The wizard's hand drew the line and drew it quickly. In just one day, Luo Ban completely copied the contents of the drawings, and the numbers and fonts on it were replaced with Francis Mandarin.
To be continued...