Mages Are Too OP

Galen is the richest person in the town. The reason is very simple. He has a town elder father and a miscellaneous mine. Although the annual profit from the ore is not much, it is better not to be too simple in order to live a worry-free life.

Galen looked Roland up and down, and finally looked at Falcon's face, and had to say: "Okay, since it is the old man who is speaking, then I will accept this nephew, but I am very fair, he can I'll give as much money as I dig, and I won't take special care of him, how?"

Falcon chuckled: "No problem."

Then he patted Roland on the shoulder, turned around and left slowly. Galen opened the door of the big stone house, and a stinky green smell of rocks came out. This is a large warehouse, which contains a lot of ores, colorful and sorted.

Galen took out a mining hoe and a large basket, threw it at Roland and said, "This is your tool, go in and dig... By the way, what is your name, I have to remember it ."

Galen picked up the quill, took out a pen from the drawer of the table, and opened it carefully: "Go ahead and report your age."

"Roland, seventeen years old."

In reality, Roland is already twenty-four years old, but the game character is set to be seventeen years old, which is between a teenager and a young man, so he can only report it like this. After all, he is tender now, even if he is twenty-four years old, The other side won't believe it either.

Galen wrote his name on the notebook. Roland took a peek at it and found that the words in this world were hieroglyphics, and the fonts were a bit slanted.

Then Garen waved at Roland, who picked up a hoe and a big basket and walked into the mine.

The opening of the hole is wide, after all, the mine needs to be ventilated, which is a normal practice. On the rock wall of the mine, there is an oil lamp hanging every tens of meters. The rock wall is very wet, and it is full of water when you touch it with your hand.

Roland dragged the basket and walked forward. There were pits under his feet and gravel everywhere. After walking for a few minutes, he finally heard the sound of thumping in front of him. After walking for a while, he saw the end of the mine. There were seven Eight people, scattered in all directions of the hair mine cave, sweated like rain.

This is the real mining area. The space inside is quite wide. Above is a ten-meter-high rock top. The distance between the left and right sides is about thirty meters. The line of sight is very dim. Although there are oil lamps hanging on the surrounding rock walls, But it's still hard to see far away.

Roland jumped off the high platform and made a noise. Someone noticed him, but he quickly continued his mining career. For miners, time is money, and there is nothing wrong with that.

After carefully observing the surrounding environment, Roland walked to a place where no one was around, put down the basket, and learned the hoe-swinging posture of the other miners.

On the noon of the mining day, sweat dripped down the soil of the mine, and all that was dug was copper with a purity of five.

Roland suddenly remembered this poem in the tinkling voice. When online games were on the rise, he was still a child under ten years old. A monthly card for the first month of a certain X-qi online game, and then every day for two hours to mine in the cave, and then exchange the game currency for the monthly card, and then reluctantly play the game.

The first online game, he was most impressed by mining, and now the world's first virtual online game, he started mining again, and he didn't know whether to use reincarnation or fate to describe it.

Mining is hard work...it's tiring, but the player has a professional template. Even Roland's caster profession has a much higher physical fitness than the average person. When he starts to swing the hoe, the mining hoe will always hit On the hard rock surface, the tip of the hoe would otherwise get stuck in the cracks of the rock, but practice makes perfect. After half an hour, Roland felt that the strength and timing of his hoe seemed to be better.

A yellow and white stone was dug out. Roland picked it up to take a look, then shook his head, threw it aside, and continued to swing his hoe. When Garen opened the warehouse, he used the system's built-in camera function to take pictures of the ore in the warehouse, so now he can use the system photos in his mind to check whether the ore he dug up was or not.

Of course, this comparison method is not very accurate, but at least it is much better than figuring it out on your own.

After another half an hour, the other miners had already sat down to rest, and Roland was still mining. The other miners gathered together and pointed at him from behind. There was faint laughter. Listening to the sound, it was estimated that they were laughing at Roland's hard work and tender flesh. He would definitely not last long.

Roland ignored them and continued to swing his hoe. Anyway, he didn't feel tired, so he continued to work hard.

The miners rested for a while, laughed for a while, and then resumed digging. An hour later, they were so tired that they got together to rest again, while Roland was still swinging his hoe. This time they didn't talk about Roland anymore, they just watched silently from behind.

After resting for a while, they continued to dig, but after more than an hour, they were so tired that they gathered together to rest again, and Roland was still hoeing.

The group of miners looked at the frail young man in front of them with disbelief. Someone couldn't help it. He walked to Roland's side and looked at the stones in his basket. The rock-cutting cave is complicated and difficult to understand.

Roland pryed another stone from the rock wall, glanced at it, then threw it into the basket, smiled at the miners who came to check, then dragged the heavy basket and left the mining area with a mining hoe.

At this point, the effect of knowing the language had disappeared, and Roland was too lazy to communicate with other people.

A group of miners watched him go away, and when they saw that there was only about half a basket of ore in their basket, they suddenly felt dull.

He dragged the basket out of the mine, and the harsh sunlight outside took a while for Roland's eyes to get used to it. Then he dragged the basket to Galen, raised the basket with both hands, and placed it heavily on the opponent's table.

The basket was so heavy that it almost crushed the table. Galen was taken aback and woke up from his slumber. He glanced at the basket that was blocking his view, then turned to see Roland, and said something in surprise.

It's just that Roland couldn't understand it. He heard Galen murmur a bunch of things, and he could only shrug helplessly: "Sorry, the time limit for mastering the language has expired."

Galen was stunned for a moment. He couldn't understand what the other party was saying, but he was a businessman after all.

He still wanted to say something, and then he could only helplessly move the basket down by himself, and began to sort the stones in the basket, throwing the useless stones aside, and then divided them into three piles by quality. He took out twenty-eight copper coins and placed them on the table.

Roland picked it up, didn't count, turned around and left.