Mages Are Too OP

It was destined to be a sleepless night. Although the townspeople went home, most of the rooms were lit by oil lamps.

In this world, lamp oil is still quite expensive, and if there is nothing important, it is generally not ordered.

But now, most of the townspeople have lit their lights, reflecting the golden light on the lake, and a crescent moon in the sky, making the night very quiet and beautiful.

Occasionally there is a lake breeze blowing, which is a refreshing feeling of comfort.

Beta was lying on the railing of the Huxin Bridge, staring blankly at the lake in the distance, not knowing what she was thinking.

Roland dug a hole near the wooden house, swept the ashes after the burning of the wooden house into the hole with the hands of a wizard, and then filled it up.

Then a cross tombstone was erected in front of the pit.

Then he walked to the Huxin Bridge and saw the teenager who was in a daze.

Roland walked to Beta's side, followed his example, laying his upper body on the railing of the bridge, looking at the distant lake with scaled lights.

Beta turned her head and quietly wiped her eyes with her sleeve.

"What are you thinking?" Roland asked in a low voice after a while.

"I didn't think about anything."

The boy's voice was a little hoarse. From Roland's point of view, there seemed to be tears in the corner of the other's eyes.

Roland sighed softly when he thought of the disappointed look in Falcon's departure.

"Brother Roland, I'm sorry, I screwed up." Beta whispered.

There was a deep regret in the boy's voice. Roland looked at him and smiled after a while: "How much prestige have you lost?"

"30 o'clock." Beta pursed her lips.

Beta wasn't upset by the loss of popularity, he simply thought he was doing something wrong. He regarded those NPCs as a string of data, but the two old men told him through actions that they had their own souls and their own ideas, and they did not have any preset 'mission plot'.

Everything is natural and real.

"I only dropped 10 points. The townspeople have their own preferences. I have been here for a long time, and I am more familiar with them. They have a higher tolerance for me." Roland thought for a while and said, "This is more firm. In my previous opinion, this is not a simple game."

Beta pulled out an ugly smile: "But they are really in a game. I also understand your idea, carbon-based life, silicon-based life, even... data life. But a company that started as a copycat, really Have the ability to make such a game, a game with life?"

"If these NPCs are really life, why didn't the game company make it clear at the beginning?"

The voice behind Beta gradually became high-pitched, and even faintly roared.

Roland said aside: "Perhaps even the game companies don't know what they made?"

"Do you think that's possible?" Beta snorted softly.

Roland replied: "Who knows? It's impossible to say such a thing."

For a while, the two didn't speak again, only the sound of the lake wind was playing softly around.

After a while, Roland took the initiative to ask again, "What are your plans next?"

"Go to another city." A trace of loss flashed in Beta's eyes: "I'm not welcome here, and there's no point in staying here."

Roland straightened his body, looked at the lights in the distance, and said lightly, "Just run away like this? Don't you try to save it?"

After being silent for a while, Beta turned to look at him: "Brother Roland, what can you do?"

"In the maple forest on the other side of the mountain, there is a nest of giant spiders, which poses a great threat to this town." Roland said slowly: "Although I killed some before, but one person is weak, and You also know that mages are not suitable for front-line battlefields in the early stage, so the progress is a bit slow. If you can cooperate with me..."

Beta asked with interest: "Is it possible? By the way, the charcoal grilled spider legs I have eaten before are delicious."

Seeing that the boy's mood was getting better, Roland smiled and said, "How can we bake such a big spider leg for you in the real world. Or are you eating toothpick meat?"

Beta replied with a longing expression: "Coconut crab."

"Isn't that a crab? No, I remember it was a shrimp?" Roland was stunned.

"It's all arthropods, so there's no problem with being a spider."

Roland laughed: "It makes sense for you to say that."

Speaking of food, Beta's mood became better and better, he said, "Then I'll go to other places to practice swordsmanship first."

"You still know how to use swordsmanship?" Roland was stunned: "Have you learned it in a fencing hall or something?"

Beta shook his head: "No, in the village where I was born, there was a veteran who knew the basics of military swordsmanship. I spent three silver coins to learn from him. Although there were only a few racks, but after practicing for more than ten days , I found it to be quite useful indeed."

"Three silver coins..." Roland sighed. He had been digging for more than a month, and after deducting food expenses, he had saved about three silver coins.

The other party entered the game more than half a month later than him, but now he seems to have more money than him.

Thinking of this, he asked, "Where did you make so much money?"

Beta replied: "The god-born nobles have a passive that is 'lucky wealth', you can pick up money! It has been triggered several times, and I have picked up nearly three gold coins in total."

I'm going!

Roland felt a little sad, the cousins ​​seemed to have no shortage of money to play games.

An inaugural paladin gets 20 gold coins every month, which is equivalent to more than 200,000 soft sister coins.

The young man in front of him can pick up money... um, there is a sense of happiness for nothing, and for some reason, I feel a little jealous.

If possible, he also wanted to play the game lightly, without running for money, but the reality was cruel.

He can only survive by mining.

Watching Beta run aside to practice swordsmanship, he then returned to his small thatched hut on the hillside.

There was a figure standing at the door, and when he got closer, it was Falcon.

When Falcon saw him, he took the initiative to walk over. Under the moonlight, he in a green robe, for some reason, looked extraordinarily old.

"How about a chat with the old man?"

Roland nodded.

Falcon took a few steps forward, looked at the town down the mountain, and said in a heavy tone: "We actually knew that James' son died a long time ago."

Hearing this, Roland smiled bitterly, then shook his head helplessly.

"Actually, with the mentality and body of the James couple, they won't be able to live for long. But it's always good to live a little longer." Falcon sighed a long time: "But if you leave early, you can also walk a little bit. At least they don't have to suffer from illness, and they can stay with their son before they die."

Roland didn't know how to answer. He could hear some sadness in Falcon's words.

"I'm leaving too!"

At first, Roland didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, but then he looked at Falken suddenly.

"Don't be so surprised, as a pastor, of course, you will know when you will be summoned by the gods you believe in." Falken showed an indifferent, even indifferent expression: "There are still three months, I will I'm going to enter the kingdom of God... You don't have to show such an uncomfortable expression, you should be happy for me."

"It's weird. If you die, you're dead. There's nothing left."

"No, our pastor, as long as we don't make a big mistake, the soul will live in the kingdom of God after death."

Roland didn't quite believe it. Heaven, hell, these things are too nihilistic, too ethereal.