Chapter 170 - I’m Not a Fool (1/2)

Roland immediately knew what he was talking about.

To be honest, Roland was quite speechless at the game developers’ humor. At first, Roland thought it would be a common functional sculpture. However, the sculpture turned out to be an amusing one that was holding a ragged bowl.

For players, it was nothing strange that the buildings in a game couldn’t be destroyed or moved.

However, for the NPCs in the game, it was rather weird, if not marvelous.

In their eyes, there was only one explanation for that.

It was a miracle.

In fact, Roland’s sculpture was discovered three days after it was made. After all, the bowl near the sculpture looked like glittering gold.

At first, many people tried to take the bowl away, but they couldn’t even move it away from the ground despite their attempts.

They tried digging into the soil around the sculpture, only to discover that the soil within ten meters of the sculpture would be restored even when it was affected by magic.

This caught the attention of many n.o.bles and spellcasters. They read plenty of books and files but found no tales about the man that the sculpture was made after.

Finally, they discovered a Golden Son who threw a gold coin to the bowl near the sculpture, and the gold coin disappeared with a s.h.i.+mmer.

Then, they realized that the sculpture must have some use.

So, they stopped the Golden Son and elicited a piece of important information from him with food and girls.

As long as one threw a gold coin into the bowl, they would be given a special ability. Their Magic Power Regeneration would be increased, and they would gain more mental resistance.

At first, the n.o.bles were not entirely convinced, but since many n.o.bles had nothing better to do and they were spellcasters themselves, some of them threw a gold coin into the bowl as a test.

Then… they really did get the ability. Their Magic Power Regeneration was boosted. As for mental resistance, they had no chance to test it yet.

All the n.o.bles in the capital grew excited and threw their gold coins into the bowl.

But eventually, it was found out that only spellcasters could acquire the ability.

Then, led by the a.s.sociation of Mages, the n.o.bles set up perimeters and barriers near the sculpture, and only people they approved of could approach it.

They called the sculpture a sacrificial gift for the G.o.ddess of Magic.

Bard told Roland what was new in the capital.

Roland was quite amazed. It explained why his income of gold coins had increased fast at first and then slowed down later.

“You do know something.” Bard had been observing his face. Noticing Roland’s weird look, he knew that Roland was related to this. “Can you tell me?”

Roland shook his head. “I don’t know where to start.”

Bard raised his eyebrow. He could tell that Roland really didn’t want to speak of it.

He thought for a moment and said, “Let’s talk about something else. A lot of Golden Sons are gathered here now. Are you going to consider this place as your base?”

Roland was surprised. “Why would you think that?”