Mages Are Too OP

When I heard Roland was leaving, Vivian wanted to say she was coming with me.

But she thought, "Whether it's a magic tower or a manor estate, people do need to sit in town." And Roland can put such a burden on himself, which means that he is truly a trusted man in his heart.

She felt a lot happier thinking about it.

Roland went on to say, "To prevent you from being bullied, White Amber will stay with you to protect and assist you, and it will also have mental communication capability to talk to me remotely, in case anything happens, you tell me that I will find a way to get back in time. ”

Vivian nodded and said she understood.

Indeed, if it were just herself, it would be difficult to serve the public.

But with an extra white amber, the situation is completely different.

The level of magic pet is tied to the master of the magician, which means that now White Amber also has LV5. Although it doesn't look very strong, it's actually just a little less powerful than Roland. For the average magic apprentice, and the lower rank warrior, it's also crushed, Vivian plus White Amber, dare not say it's strong enough, but at least in Del Bong City, it's stronger than her, and there are only three players.

Vivian thought about it and asked, "When are you leaving? ”

“The day after tomorrow. ”

“Tomorrow I'll make some delicious food for you at the manor. ”

Roland smiled, "Thank you. ”

Although Vivian makes all the pastries in the game world, or some simple baked food, the flavors are okay, of course not delicious, but they are also a little better than what is sold in hotels or hotels outside.

Vivian smiled happily and went downstairs with White Amber.

Girls are so happy because the way they get along gives her an atmosphere where ‘wives' make food for ‘husbands'.

Make her feel her heart beat faster.

After the girl left, the room became quiet again.

Roland started thinking about things in the real world.

Because of the "drunken oxygen" relationship, in reality, his head is dizzy, and when he thinks about the problem, he feels the pain in his brain.

And people were sleepy, so they climbed into the virtual cabin, slept for almost a second, and fell asleep with their eyes closed.

So he can only think about the problems he encounters during the day in the game.

What is that energy?

Incense fire?

Spirituality?

Or... the magical elements of the real world?

Either way, it's true that it affects the body. And Roland was glad to have kept an eye on himself until the Energon got small enough to grab it.

If you run over when the basketball is that big, you'll most likely be in a coma on the beam and fall from a few meters high. Immortality is also crippling.

Roland's right index finger tapped the desktop gently.

The doctor's test results are 'Drunk Oxygen. ’

In other words, it caused him to make physiological changes that were very similar to the condition, which led to a misdiagnosis by doctors.

Also… not necessarily a misdiagnosis.

That thing runs around in his body, and the blood or some body substance, and it reacts chemically, producing excessive oxygens in his body… or there's another possibility.

That thing directly replaces oxygen in the body and excludes oxygen from it, which makes the body phase oxygen superior.

Just thinking about it, Roland thought it was kind of ridiculous.

The human body has long been accustomed to using oxygens for energy transport and exchange, and how can it be so easily replaced?

Overall, Roland thinks the first guess is more likely.

When that thing works in the body, it reacts to certain substances in the body, producing a lot of oxygen.

Just what the hell is that thing?

The question is back to the beginning.

Roland thought about it, because there was not enough information, and he felt that all three options seemed possible.

But whether it's spiritual power, incense or magic, it's energy.

All he has to do is wait for the game to be over, wait for the real body to get better, try again, and see if he can find this energy elsewhere.

But he thought about it, and he was a little upset. The next sacrifice of the ancestors in the family will take place a year later. If you hit someone else's temple, it will also take six months... about six months before the Qing Ming Festival.

He sighed for a long time.

That's disgusting. Go do some magic tests and change your mind.

Do magic experiments for a moment, always do it for a while.

When it's over, it's the end of the game today. Roland climbed out of the virtual compartment, stretched his lazy waist, and leaped out of the virtual compartment with a sensitive body.

He took two steps and suddenly stopped.

In the game, he checked on the internet, the symptoms of drunkenness and oxygen were somnolence, weakness and impossible to recover without going to sleep for a few days.

But now… he feels unusually active and in a bad state, and his initial anxiety has vanished.

He came to the bathroom and looked in the mirror.

The young man's face in the mirror became more pale, not the kind of pale, but the jade white.

And the original dark red lips turned pink.

Quite a sissy smell.

Boo!

That's what happened all night?

What the hell is that energy?

Roland felt a little big, he washed his face, and after washing it, it seemed whiter.

Well, it's a little disgusting.

Roland couldn't accept his new image for a while.

He sighed in the bathroom for a while, which made him unhappy to step on a shared bike to the knife gallery.

Qi Shaoqiu held his seemingly long-lasting cigarette in the doorway of the knife gallery, backed against the wall, and held his chest there with both hands for a look.

Roland stepped on the bike and stopped in front of him. He weighed him up and down for a moment and laughed: "You're in a good mood to put an X in here! ”

Qi Shaochu didn't look at Roland in a good way and stood up straight: “It's so ugly, can't I just have a moment? ”

“What makes you so happy? ”

“Does it count as four more trainees? ”

“Four, shouldn't it be five?” Roland was a little surprised.

“There's a guy named Betta who didn't join our knife gallery.” Qi Shaoqiu said with regret: “He said he still has to go to school, often outside, forget it. ”

Roland put the bike down and said to him, "Congratulations. ”

“I know those are your friends, thank you. ”

“Don't thank me.” Roland waves: “It's all from Li Lin Na Tu Hao. ”

Qi Shaoqiu nodded. “I know. But I'm very confident... if you hadn't come to us to learn knife, Li Lin wouldn't have come, he wouldn't have come, and your friends wouldn't have joined. So the source of all this is still on you. ”

“It's just a few people. Though there are a hundred thousand tuition fees, you don't necessarily guarantee that someone will come in the future.” Roland shook his head: “So I don't want to take that credit. ”

Qi Shaoqiu smiled softly: “You don't get it. When a dojo starts to get popular, it sucks in more popularity. You guys will practice here every day and bring me new learners soon. Just like I taught the children of those relatives to learn martial arts during the summer vacation and led you here. ”

Because of the start of school, the kids didn't have time and gradually stopped coming.

This is the expectation of Qi Shaoqiu. His knife gallery has been open for more than a year. Now it's easy to have a few more real students. Now Zheng Zhiqiu is satisfied. Naturally, Roland won't say anything about the scenery at this time.

“Good luck with more learners later.” Roland learned to congratulate the Jianghu people on their boxing.

Qi Shaoqiu also held his fist and laughed back. "Admit your good words... etc. ”

Suddenly he shouted, looking at Roland's end for a while, and then he opened his eyes and said, “Are you actually getting started? ”

“Getting started with what?” Roland stunned: “Knife technique? I'm a little early to get started, and in a few months, I'll let you go. ”

“No, I mean home hygiene.” Qi Shaoqiu circled around Roland and shouted, “You feel almost like your sister, it's all a fairy wind tunnel bone-like white. ”

Is that a start?

Ah, yes! Xisha is also very white. She doesn't look like a normal person, but she doesn't make people feel sudden.

Is that what this is about?

Has Xisha ever sucked one of those weird energy balls?

“Getting started, what else will happen next?” Roland asked.

Qi Shaochu waved his hand vigorously: “I don't know, I haven't practiced. Ask my sister. ”

Roland came to the kitchen next to the iron sheds, pushed open the door and saw Xisha, tall and skinny, busy in front of the stove.

There is a hint of laurel in the kitchen… it is clearly not the time for laurels to open.

Hearing the sound, Xisha turned around and saw Roland, revealing a faint smile: "Coming! Hurry up and sit down, breakfast is ready... Hmm, are you getting started? ”

Xisha's smile was the same as before, but in the second half, Xisha's expression rarely showed a surprise.

This is the first look Roland has ever seen, and instantly he feels that Xisha seems kind of cute.

“I don't know, I guess it's time to get started.” Roland thought about it and said, "I went to the sacrifice yesterday, and then I felt a little energy in the hall, and I sucked some... hmm, what's wrong? ”

At this point, Xisha's face changed dramatically, and she jumped over and pressed Roland's left hand and began to panic.

After a moment, her face gradually calmed down and then looked at Roland's surprised face. Then she got a hot iron block and threw Roland's hand aside.

“Did you mean to scare me? ”

Her face was a little bright, although she tried to make an icy expression, how she looked at her face, how she heard her tone, it was all like she was delicate.

Roland shook his head: “I didn't scare you. Yesterday I really felt an energy troupe when I was sacrificing my ancestors...”

Xisha patted his hand gently, it didn't hurt at all, and said, "Didn't I write it on my note? You can't go to a place where you have a lot of bad breath, and you can practice your skills when lightning strikes, which can easily cause problems. ”

Oh... Roland thought about it and thought, forget about the energy ball thing.

He stood up, walked up to the window, and found that several of his friends hadn't come yet, and asked, “You didn't tell Li Lin, did they have breakfast here? ”

“Only the first learner in the future, that is, you can eat here for breakfast.” Xisha replied with a faint expression and deity, and she put the excellent 'five-color porridge' in front of Roland and slowly said: “There will be more people in the future, I can't make so many people breakfast, so only you have this privilege. ”

Roland was kind of proud to hear, “Well, didn't I earn it? Oh, Shook Lee Lin, they're gonna be so jealous. ”

Xisha pulled the corner of her mouth and sighed without a trace.