Mages Are Too OP

The atmosphere in the hospital seemed noisy, but it was actually quite gloomy.

Ups and downs are played out here every day.

Xisha and her family were waiting quietly in the lounge, and there were other patients' family members waiting for news.

Occasionally a faint sobbing sounded around.

The three would glance at each other, and then look back.

They are a little scared, they will be afraid that they, like these crying family members, do not have much 'hope'.

In the middle of the night, the three of them couldn't stand their sleepiness and fell asleep on the chairs, and then woke up instantly with a knock on their heads.

So sleep and wake up, and soon it will be dawn.

During this period, the doctor did not inform them of anything, nor did the nurse say anything to them.

Qi's father couldn't bear it anymore. Seeing a nurse coming out of the ICU, he stepped forward and asked, "Nurse, may I ask, how is Qi Shaoqiu's condition?"

"His condition is stable and should be recovering slowly."

As soon as these words came out, the three members of the Qi family breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing their tired appearance, the nurse suggested: "You guys can't really help here, you might as well go back to rest. You're really tired, and when you have something else to do, you can't help, but you're a drag and go in. In the ICU, you don't have to worry about anything, just go back and rest."

After speaking, the nurse walked away quickly.

Father Qi thought for a while and said, "You two go back first, wife, you sleep for a while, cook some porridge, and then come over for me. Xiaosha, go to the swordsmanship hall and deal with the affairs of the swordsmanship hall. Shaoqiu If it becomes like this, most of the swordsmanship halls will not be able to open."

Xisha pursed her lips, she felt very unwilling.

The Sword Art Museum is the result of the eldest brother and her putting in a lot of hard work, and it is finally on the right track, but now such a thing has happened.

Translocation, no one is reconciled.

"Our Qi family has a beginning and an end. Please refund all the money that should be refunded, and then apologize to those students."

Xisha nodded, no matter how unwilling she was, there was nothing she could do.

He doesn't know how to train swordsmanship, and his father is good at it, but now that he is old and has other jobs to deal with, it is impossible to take over the job of his elder brother.

Is the Sword Art Museum closed?

After Xisha left the hospital, he also swept a shared bicycle and rode slowly in the direction of the Sword Art Museum.

When she thought about it, the Sword Art Museum must be blocked by many students now.

Talk about getting your money back.

Alas... She let out a long sigh and stepped on the shared bicycle feebly.

Even if she understood that the Sword Art Museum was closed, she still wanted to see the situation later.

But even if she stepped more slowly, an hour later, she still returned to the swordsmanship hall.

She stared blankly at the door.

The students were imagining that the disturbance did not happen. In the swordsmanship hall, as usual, there was a noisy practice sound.

It's just that the person shouting the password and action this time is no longer Qi Shaoqiu, but a voice that makes her heart beat even more.

Roland.

She slowly returned to the Sword Art Museum, and many students who were familiar with her took the initiative to say hello to her.

Then she walked to the edge of the cement field and stood quietly for a while.

Roland asked the students to practice on their own, then walked up to Xisha and asked, "How is Shaoqiu's situation?"

"The nurse said that the physical condition is stable." Xisha blinked and pointed to the concrete field: "What's the situation?"

"Qi Shaoqiu shouldn't be able to teach people recently, so I'll do it." Roland smiled and said, "Anyway, I'm an unemployed vagabond. It's no problem to come here every day. When Shaoqiu is in good health, I will return the Sword Art Museum to he."

Xisha carefully counted the number of students, but it didn't seem to decrease: "No one wants a refund?"

"No, none of them." Roland waved his hand.

Xisha looked at the lively swordsmanship hall, and then at the smiling Roland.

She wanted to cry a little.

I wanted to laugh too, my heart beating faster.

I wanted to say a lot, but I couldn't say it. In the end, a thousand words were condensed into one sentence: "Have you had breakfast yet?"

"Not yet, come in a hurry."

"Wait, I'll do it for you."

Xisha turned around and walked towards the kitchen, walking briskly, and the whole person was not sleepy all of a sudden.

Roland took up the matter of the Sword Art Museum.

His Miao Dao skills are now better than Qi Shaoqiu, and in the game, he is still the president of a magic tower, and he has management experience, which is not difficult for him.

I spent a day in the swordsmanship hall, and all meals were settled here.

I have to say that Xisha's cooking skills are really good.

Roland thought that Xisha was best at breakfast, but the quality of lunch and dinner was much higher than he thought.

The midday dishes are delicious, but the real exaggeration is the dinner.

She actually made boiled cabbage (state banquet version), which she has been preparing since the morning, and then there is Kung Pao chicken, pure fried green peppers.

Every dish was surprisingly delicious.

Although it is not as good as a real chef, it is already quite high among ordinary people.

After returning home, Roland told his parents that he would not go home for dinner for a while.

The mother came over immediately and asked, "Then where do you eat? Who will cook it for you?"

"There's a girl who does it for her, and she's pretty good at it."

"When are you going to take it home?" Mother's eyes lit up.

"There will be a chance."

Roland left such a sentence and returned to his room.

After taking a shower, Roland browsed the forum.

Players are still the same, actively exploring the world.

There have been more and more players leaving the country of Hollevin and going to other countries to work hard.

The game world is too big, and the country of Holevin is too small.

The days that followed were very simple. Roland worked as an acting master in the Sword Art Museum during the day, and entered the game at night to transform the soil into the swamp with a group of mages.

Qi Shaoqiu's recovery was faster than expected. He was out of the ICU on the third day and moved to the general ward.

On the fourth day, the two murderers who attacked Qi Shaoqiu were caught.

According to their account, it was because of a conflict with Qi's father, so they put their anger on their son Qi Shaoqiu.

But when Roland went to the hospital to visit Qi Shaoqiu, Qi's father was there, and when they talked about it, they said that it was not as simple as it seemed.

Because although the two Qi fathers knew each other, they didn't have much interaction at all.

The so-called conflict is nothing but a few spats.

There is no way to make such a ruthless hand.

But this is the end of the story. Father Qi doesn't seem to want Roland to be involved in his 'private affairs'.

Qi Shaoqiu met Jin Wenwen twice in the hospital. Roland didn't know what they talked about.

It's just that from that day on, Qi Shaoqiu's mood seemed to come back.

It's not as salty as it used to be.

Helping in the swordsmanship hall during the day and in the game at night.

Shaking, a month has passed.

Qi Shaoqiu's body has almost recovered, and he can already take over the work of the swordsmanship hall.

In general, after a severed limb is successfully re-operated, it will take at least half a year for the amputated limb to be reattached before the previous function can be reproduced relatively well.

Qi Shaoqiu is enough for more than a month. The physical quality of martial arts practitioners is strong.

However, when Roland and Qi Shaoqiu were discussing, it was obvious that the strength of Qi Shaoqiu's right hand was lower.

After all, it is the arm that was retrieved, and it is definitely not as easy to use as it was before the injury.

In the game, after Roland and dozens of mages, they transformed non-stop for a month, and the entire swamp became fertile soil.

Beta hired people to design the city layout, make a traffic plan, and even make a five-year development plan.

There are many talents among the players. As long as you have money, you can always ask for professional help.

And Beta also allocated a piece of land in the city to O'Neal as promised.

After getting the land certificate, O'Neal took Roland's hand and thanked him immensely.

In this world, all the land is owned by the owner. It looks like an old forest in the mountains, but it is still the domain of a certain noble.

Many player guilds just rented the land of a certain noble and temporarily built a guild station.

This sense of uncertainty under the fence makes many guilds dare not and cannot vigorously develop their own power.

But if there is a piece of its own territory, then the situation is different.

That's why O'Neal is so excited.

The territory is there, and the city rules are there, but there is a shortage of manpower.

Short of money.

It is not an easy thing to build the kind of big city on the blueprint.

"Brother Roland, what should I do?" Beta put his head in his hands in distress: "I have calculated, if you build a city according to this blueprint, you will need at least 6,000 gold coins."

Now a gold coin can be exchanged for RMB 18,000, that is to say, to build such a city, it takes at least 100 million yuan for the materials alone.

Beta's family is only well-off, and they can make so much money there.

The big city of Hollevin, which has not been built after hundreds of years of development and accumulation, Beta wants to build it within a few months, how can it be done without spending money.

Roland looked at the blueprint and said with a smile, "The wool comes from the sheep, wouldn't it be enough to slap the player's money?"

"How?" Beta didn't understand.

"Why don't you open your mind?" Roland explained: "You go to the forum, post the rules drawings, and then tell the players that you want to build a city and need help. Whether it's labor or materials, it can be converted into so-called 'points' ', and then demarcated two pieces of land. The one in the city was for individual players to build their own houses. For the many open spaces outside the city, large areas were demarcated for the guilds to build camps. People or organizations with high points will get the The land is bigger, and if the points are not enough to exchange the land, the points can be converted into gold coins, which can be used for the purchase of land, and I think they will rush over to help when such measures are taken."

Beta was stunned for a moment: "Fuck, this method is good, how come I didn't think of it! As expected of playing spells, the mind is really wicked."

After saying something that I don't know whether to praise or criticize, Beta ran away.

Half an hour later, Beta's post appeared on the forum and became a hot topic, causing a round of exaggerated replies and discussions.

And Roland, using teleportation, returned to Mortasos City.

Then went to the basement.

He was surprised to find that the magic element in it was so thick that ordinary people could almost feel it.

And the 'sun' and the eight 'planets' are still in their own orbits, and their volumes are the same.

Nothing has changed.

It is their running trajectory, which has become much slower due to the influence of the thick magic element.

"It's such an exaggerated phenomenon of magical abundance."

Roland absorbed these magic powers and found that the absorption speed and conversion rate were abnormally high.

If he can figure out the principle of the abundance of magic power and use it for himself, then Roland is sure that the time required to build a floating city by himself will be at least half of the plan.