Mages Are Too OP

The official bulletin stated that the man responsible for registering and establishing the Guild was a senior nobleman, and that the general public wanted to see him in need of fame, but Schuker had already met him several times.

Looks like this F6 could really take the honor of being the first player in the game to build a guild.

When you think about it, people get a little excited and smile on their faces. After all, they're young people who don't like the things that come out of them.

But Betta, sitting beside him, quickly found the blind spot, and he looked at the crowd and said, "There are seven of us. Why F6? Shouldn't it be F7? ”

The other six glanced at each other, and the last five of them all looked at Shuk's face.

Shuck stood up and sat next to his cousin, holding his shoulder, and said, "The six of us have played together since we were little, no matter what game we play, as long as the guild is F6, it never changes. More than a decade, almost 20 years. Nor do we want to change that practice and custom at will. ”

“Well.” Betta scratched her head and felt a little lost. He thought he had succeeded in fighting these people.

Then he also felt normal, coming by himself for less than two months, and these people had grown up playing with each other for almost two decades, and their emotions were naturally incomparable.

Although understood, Beta was still in a bit of a bad mood and always had a feeling of being excluded.

Shuck continued to console, “You're our non-staff, the important kind. Besides, you think, five of the four kings are already common sense, and seven of the F6 are actually easy to understand, right? ”

Berta glanced at her cousin helplessly and said, "Do you think I'm a three-year-old and easily deceived? ”

Shook punched a haha and exposed the matter.

Shook then explained the identity of the 'Trawley-Bulson' who was the president of the mercenary union, and any adventure squad that formed the union got a visit from the mercenary union, which is probably why the system made the NPC a registrant.

As for why Schuker can talk to him, the reason is simple: the charm of Schuker is high, and the fact that he is a Schuker samurai, a profession that, in the eyes of the world, equates to a high nobility.

The more people talk, the more excited they get.

Even had a little beer.

This is also the impossible thing, they have been playing games together for more than 10 years, although there are many games to change, but they have only played before, they have never done anything 'big' in the game, now there can be a 'tree building’, of course can't help blowing cowhide between each other.

Drink until noon, get a little dizzy, Roland walks out cold, doesn't ride a shared bike, but slowly walks home.

Beer is not easy to get drunk, and Roland was perfectly clear when he got home.

He went back to the forum and the players posted more and more discussion about the guild.

A lot of people are wondering what the guild's basic function is!

Most people think it should be a long distance communication capability.

Roland felt the same way.

The map of the game is too large and the players are divided too widely to communicate very easily.

While many players enjoy adventure and hanging out with NPCs, many more enjoy playing with their friends and acquaintances.

The ‘concept’ of the group does not exist all the time, and the players and the local residents of the gaming world have great differences and are not very chatty.

In addition to discussion stickers about the Guild, there are many 'experience stickers', such as some who analyze how warriors should add a little bit, choose expertise, and how to start an attack in battle.

Others have sent out a lot of information about their cultural landscape around the city, as well as customs.

These things, Roland, they smell good.

Then a strange poster caught his attention.

Terrible Running Mission!

The content was probably a male player who inadvertently received a trust mission from one small village to another.

He thought it was just a simple task. After sending the letter, he received three silver coins. After receiving it, it took him three days to get it to his destination. As a result, the recipient received the letter and gave him a reward for the task. Then he sent a new letter to the next location.

With this idea, the player took on a new trust mission.

But he never thought it would be a serial messenger mission.

He then sends each letter to a new destination, and when the new recipient reads it, he sends a new letter to someone.

Until now, he has gone from the north of Holeyweyne to the central part of Holeyweyne.

Several times during this time, he was killed by bandits, bitten by warcraft, starved to death in the wilderness, etc. But since the mail was always in the system backpack, it wouldn't be lost and he was always able to deliver it.

As such, he now receives his seventh trust mission.

For two months, he had been trekking in the mountains, barely engaging in combat or doing anything else, but he was constantly on the road.

The people who issued the mission, also from the villagers of the beginning, became the small aristocrats of today. Less experience has been gained, but more money has been given.

Finally, the player sighed so much: "If we continue like this, will I finally deliver the letter to the king? ”

Many of the players under the poster replied, expressing their astonishment neatly and then letting the owner of the building record, they were also curious as to who the player would end up meeting.

Because the mission was so interesting.

Roland also left a message hoping that the owner of the building would broadcast it, and he had always had enough respect for such perseverance.

Then I turned off my computer, took a nap, and went to the club.

He and the coach fed each other for over an hour while the coach sat in a chair and gasped, while Roland was only slightly sweating.

At this point, the coach looked at Roland with a perverted look, and finally he slowly said: "Tai Chi won't go out for three years, scattering March to kill people! ”

“Didn't you kill someone in March?” Roland stunned for a moment and asked back.

The coach waved his hand and said in disgust, "Don't talk to me, you know what I mean. Anyway, scattering is easy to learn, and it's easy to form fighting power. You're beyond me now, and I can see that you've been holding me back. ”

Roland wanted to deny it, but imagine that the coach was, after all, the coach, and you should be able to see that it didn't mean much to hide, but it was hypocritical and delicate.

So he nodded.

He was really letting the coach go, because he noticed that the coach was moving a little slower, and the latter's attacks were actually easy to dodge or fight off.

“I have nothing more to teach you.” The coach exhaled for a long time, and he wiped the hot sweat off his forehead, saying: “Although we are a for-profit teaching institution and everything is for money to teach people, I would like to say that learning to scatter is only for self-defense and physical fitness, never be good! Don't walk behind me! ”

Faced with the coach's painstaking counsel, Roland nodded.