Chapter 265 - Cutting (2/2)

“But how many capitalists keep their word? Even Jack Ma, who used to be a teacher, now considers 996[1] to be a blessing.”

“Well, I trust the guild leader and the deputy leader.”

“I plan to stay here.”

Having said such things so plainly, the player who wasn’t willing to quit the guild gave Roland a hateful glance, then turned to leave.

The one who stayed smiled at Roland and said, “It’s much more comfortable to get the words out. I don’t want to stay in Silver Wings anymore—the relations.h.i.+p between the ranks is too serious and the sense of utilitarianism is too strong.”

Roland looked at this player, hesitated for a moment, and said, “Vincent, you should be level three now, how many spells have you learned?”

“I didn’t learn much, just finished learning the Hand of Magic’s derivative spells, and now I’m learning Self-Destructing Inferior Fireball.” This player looked a little embarra.s.sed. “I’m not very talented, most of my math knowledge from college was returned to the teacher again, and now I’m making it up, but it’s hard. After all, my concentration is not as good as in college.”

Roland thought about it and said, “Do you want me to raise your salary a bit—how about a gold coin?”

The player’s name was Vincent, and Vincent had a pretty good personality, based on Vivian’s observations—anything he knew, he would teach to other magic apprentices for free.

It was safe to say that with Vincent around, Roland’s pressure to teach had been reduced by at least a third.

Moreover, Vincent was also level three, which was already an official mage, so a little salary increase was in order.

But Vincent couldn’t be compared to Roland.

Roland came here with highly valuable derivative spell models—lots of new spells—whereas Vincent was simply there to learn, only teaching his juniors in his spare time.

If a simple and easy to understand a.n.a.logy were to be made, then Roland would be the university lecturer, with multiple t.i.tles and seniority, while Vincent would be the lecturer’s a.s.sistant at best.

The salary and rights of the two men were, of course, different.

Roland thought that the other party would gladly accept it, but he didn’t expect that the other party would actually refuse.

“No, just give me more spell resources.” Vincent smiled. “Do you know how much gold coins I’ve donated to Silver Wings in the past six months?”

“Twenty to thirty?” Roland guessed.

“No less than a hundred and fifty.”

Sheesh… another rich person.

Roland then pressed his forehead and said helplessly, “This is going to be a problem. I predict that when Hawk gets back, he’s going to come rus.h.i.+ng at me.”

Roland was sort of directly abducting a “shareholder” of Silver Wings, and it was the kind of shareholder who just invested money and didn’t want a return.

Vincent chuckled. “The greater the ability, the greater the burden.”

“Saying responsibility is a burden… it also makes sense.” Roland laughed. “I’ll talk to Vivian about doubling your magic resources in the future.”

“Thanks.”

Vincent nodded to Roland and left the study.

Shortly after, Vivian walked in.

Roland said to her, “Double Vincent’s monthly resources from now on. Also, how many channels do we have in the Magic Tower that are sticking with the docks? Sever them as soon as possible.”

Vivian was a little surprised, but she didn’t ask any questions and just nodded her head to show that she understood.

[1] Working from 9 AM to 9 PM, 6 days a week, common saying in large tech companies