Mages Are Too OP

The atmosphere in the hospital may seem noisy, but it is actually quite gloomy.

Joys and sorrows will be staged here every day.

Xisha and his family waited quietly in the lounge, and family members of other patients were also waiting for news.

Occasionally, there will be a faint sobbing sound around.

The three of them will take a glance, then look back.

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

In the middle of the night, the three of them couldn't resist their drowsiness and fell asleep in the chairs. Then their heads slammed, and they woke up instantly.

Just sleep and wake up like this, and it will soon dawn.

During the period, I didn't see the doctor tell them anything, and no nurse said anything to them.

Father Qi couldn't help it anymore, watching a nurse coming out of the ICU, he stepped forward and asked: "Nurse, may I ask, how is Qi Shaoqiu's situation?"

"His situation is very stable, he should be slowly recovering."

When these words came out, the Qi family all breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing their exhausted appearance, the nurse suggested: "You really can’t help here. It’s better to go back and rest. When you are really tired, and there are things that need you, you can’t help. Instead, it’s a drag. In the ICU, you don't have to worry about anything, 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 should 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 In this way, most of the swordsmanship hall can't be opened anymore."

Xisha pressed her lips lightly, she felt very unwilling.

The Swordsmanship Museum is the result of a lot of hard work by the elder brother and her. Finally, it is now on the right track, but now such a thing has happened.

No one is willing to translocate.

"Our Qi family has done everything from beginning to end. Let's refund all the money that should be refunded, and then apologize to those students."

Xisha nodded, she couldn't help it if she was unwilling.

He doesn't know how to practice swordsmanship, and his father has practiced well, but he is now older and has other tasks to deal with. It is impossible to take over the job of the older brother.

Is the knife museum closed like this?

Xisha left the hospital, swept a shared bicycle, and slowly rode towards the knife museum.

When she thought about it, the swordsmanship hall must be blocked by many students now.

Make a noise for a refund.

Alas... She sighed long, and stepped on the shared bicycle feebly.

Even if she understood that the Swordsmanship Hall was closed, she still wanted to see the situation later.

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

She stared at the door blankly.

The imaginary students blocked the troubles and the trouble did not happen. In the swordsmanship hall, there was still noisy practice noises as usual.

It's just that the person who shouted the password and acted this time was no longer Qi Shaoqiu, but a voice that made her more heartbeat.

Roland.

She slowly returned to the swordsmanship hall, and many students familiar with her took the initiative to say hello to her.

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

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

"The nurse said her symptoms were stable." Xisha blinked and pointed to the inside of the concrete floor: "What's the situation?"

"Qi Shaoqiu should not be able to teach people these days, so I will do it." Roland smiled and said, "Anyway, I am an unemployed vagrant, and there is no problem in taking time to come here every day. When Shaoqiu gets better, I will return the Swordsmanship Museum. he."

Xisha carefully counted the number of students, and it did not seem to decrease: "No one wants a refund?"

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

Xi Sha looked at the bustling Sword Art Museum as it was, and then at Roland who was smiling.

She kind of wants to cry.

I want to laugh too, and my heart beats even harder.

I wanted to say a lot, but I couldn’t say it. In the end a thousand words came together into one sentence: "Have you had breakfast?"

"Not yet, it's in a hurry."

"Wait, I will do it for you."

Xi Sha turned around and walked towards the kitchen, with brisk footsteps, and the whole person was no longer sleepy.

Roland carried the affairs of the Swordsmanship Hall.

His Miaodao skills are now better than Qi Shaoqiu's, 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, where I had breakfast, lunch and dinner.

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

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

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

She actually made boiled cabbage (national banquet version), and then there are kung pao chicken, stir-fried green pepper shreds.

Every dish is surprisingly delicious.

Although 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 some time.

My mother immediately came over and asked, "Where do you eat? Who will cook it for you?"

"There was a girl who helped, and she has a very good sense of art."

"When will you take it home?" Mother's eyes beamed.

"There will be a chance."

Roland left such a sentence and returned to his room.

After taking a shower, Roland went through the forum.

The players are still the same, all actively exploring the world.

More and more players have left Hollevan to go to other countries to work hard.

The game world is too big, and Hollevan is too small.

The following days were very simple. Roland worked as an acting master in the swordsmanship hall during the day and entered the game at night to transform the soil quality of the swamp with a group of wizards.

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 confession, they had a conflict with Qi's father, so they cast their anger on their son Qi Shaoqiu.

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

Although the two people knew each other, they didn't have much intersection.

The so-called contradictions are just a few quarrels.

There is no way to make such a cruel hand.

But the words are over here, Qi's father doesn't seem to want Roland to get involved in his'private affairs'.

Qi Shaoqiu met with Jin Wenwen in the hospital again, and Roland didn't know what they were talking about.

Only from that day on, Qi Shaoqiu's spirit seemed to have returned.

It's no longer as salty as I looked at before.

Help in the swordsmanship hall during the day, and help in the game at night.

Swinging, one month passed.

Qi Shaoqiu's body is almost recovered, and he can already take over the work of the Swordsmanship Hall.

Generally, it takes at least half a year for the amputated limb to be retrieved after a successful operation with a severed limb to reproduce the previous function.

Qi Shaoqiu is enough for more than a month, and the physical fitness of martial artists is strong.

However, when Roland and Qi Shaoqiu were in discussions, it was obvious that Qi Shaoqiu's right hand was weaker.

After all, the arm that was taken back is certainly not as easy to use as it was before the injury.

In the game, after Roland and dozens of wizards, the entire swamp was transformed into fertile soil for a month.

Beta invited people to design the layout of the city, made a transportation plan, and even made a five-year development plan.

There are so many talents among 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'Neill.

After getting the land certificate, O'Neill took Roland's hand and thanked him a lot.

In this world, all land is owned. It looks like deep mountains and old forests, but it is still the territory of a certain nobleman.

Many player guilds just leased the land of a certain nobleman and temporarily built guild residences.

This kind of uncertainty under the fence made many guilds afraid to develop their own power.

But if there is one of its own territory, the situation is different.

That's why O'Neal is so excited.

There are territories and city rules, but there is a shortage of manpower.

Lack of money.

It is not easy to build a big city like the one on the design drawing.

"Brother Roland, what should I do?" Beta put his head in anguish with both hands: "I have forgotten. 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. In other words, to build a city like this, at least 100 million yuan will be required to build such a city.

Beta’s family is only well-off, and there can be so much money.

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

Roland looked at the drawing and smiled: "The wool comes out of the sheep, so just draw a stroke of the player's?"

"How come?" Beta did not understand.

"Why don't you get your head open?" Roland explained: "You go to the forum, post the rule drawing, and then tell the players that you want to build a city and need help. Whether it is contribution or supplies, it can be converted into so-called'points' ', then another two plots were drawn out, the city in the city was for individual players to build their own houses, and many open spaces outside the city were drawn out in large areas for the guilds to build residences. People or organizations with high points get it The land is bigger. If the points are not enough to exchange for land, you can use the points to convert them into gold coins, which can be used to pay for the land. If such a measure comes out, I think they will rush over to help."

Beta was stunned: "Fuck, this method is good, why didn't I think of it! As expected, it's a spell game, and his mind is really treacherous."

After saying a word of praise or derogation, Beta ran away.

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

And Roland, using teleportation, returned to Mortassos City.

Then went to the basement.

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

The'sun' and the eight'planets' are still moving in their own orbits, and the size is the same.

There is no change.

It is that their trajectory has become much slower under the influence of thick magic elements.

"It's an exaggerated phenomenon of magic richness."

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

If he can figure out the principle of magical wealth and use it for himself, then Roland is sure that what he needs to build a floating city will be at least half of the plan.