Chapter 444 - I, Roland, Wire Money (1/2)

Although the reputation of the Golden Sons seemed to have taken a hit because of the Sisilia incident, the reputation of the Golden Sons had actually risen even higher because of the death of the Legendary Swordsman.

Especially the Church of War, they didn’t bother to fight the Golden Sons over the death of the Legendary Swordsman, which further made the entirety of Hollevin, the gra.s.sroots of all the other churches, as well as the other great powers of the human world, and even distant non-human nations such as the Elves, Dwarves, Orcs, and so on, aware of the Golden Sons who were impervious to reason.

And this exaggerated reputation was actually created by a bunch of women.

This more or less made many male gamers ashamed.

After all, there had been a trend on the forums that said that while female players had some individual characters who excelled, the overall average had poor battle awareness, lack of will to fight, fearfulness, and other shortcomings.

In the end, these girls they looked down upon did something great.

Those who said that the girls had no fighting ability immediately went mute, and even if someone occasionally took the matter of summoning an ocean of beasts and mansplained, they would be rebuked by other male players.

Also thanks to this incident, the Phoenix Guild’s reputation soared, and a large number of female players joined in.

The number of people had skyrocketed from three hundred to over five hundred in just a few days. There were still a large number of female players lining up, and the guild’s auditors were so busy that their hair was about to fall out.

To join the Phoenix Guild, one had to be female and an Elven Summoner. Also, the higher the summoner’s charisma, the stronger and more numerous the summoned beasts would be, so… the Phoenix Guild was only full of beauties.

As one of the three big professions, Summoners usually had two or three resident summoning beasts to protect them and summoned a large number of temporary beasts to fight in battle, capable of scouting, guarding, attacking, and so on; one person alone was a small-scale team.

At the same time, female players liked to form teams to bolster their courage, so Phoenix Guild’s girls generally traveled in small groups of five. In a battle, there would be at least three hundred to four hundred units of summoned beasts to overwhelm the opponent, and if the strength of the five people were slightly stronger, the number of beasts would rise to over a thousand.

More importantly, these summoning beasts weren’t all cannon fodder; there were many beasts with special abilities mixed within.

For example, some could heal, some knew offensive spells, and some could use stealth and sneak-attack.

Roland also helped them improve Enlivening, and many of the girls used the summoner’s unique specialty of Core Summoning to contract the enlivened Ancient of War or Ancient of Wisdom to become their inherent summoning beasts.

The inherent summoning beast could help the master take all the damage.

The vitality of the two types of ancient trees was still slightly higher than the top Warriors of the same level and could continue to grow slightly as the Summoner’s level increased.

In other words, the Elven Summoner had no weaknesses in any aspects.

The only way to deal with an Elven Summoner was to dominate them with pure overwhelming battle power. It was impossible to use other methods like a.s.sa.s.sination or poison, and so on.

To completely crush a Summoner’s combat power, one had to be at least three to five levels above the Summoner.

This was in terms of players who had high attribute growth, and if it was a professional in this world, this would probably be five to seven levels.

Now that the Golden Sons were becoming more famous and female Golden Sons more popular after the Legendary Swordsman’s death, there was already a situation in the mercenary market where the employers would leave a special message on the mission board saying that if a female Golden Son took on the mission, the pay would be raised by another fifty percent.

In the event of compet.i.tion, preference would be given to the female Golden Sons.

The female Summoners not only stole business from the indigenous mercenaries, but they also stole a lot of business from male players.

Just in the half a month or so that Roland had been delving into magic, the atmosphere of the forum had changed dramatically.

Originally, the players on the forums loved to complain about Roland and Schuck, saying they were ruining the balance.

However, there were only Roland and Schuck, and the number of Elven Summoners now almost surpa.s.sed a thousand.

A female player would almost certainly be an Elven Summoner.

This severely ruined the gaming experience for other players.

On an epic quest, male players had to consider the cooperation between the tank, the damage dealer, the support, and so on.

But Elven Summoners didn’t have to, and just a team of five, plus hundreds and thousands of summoned beasts charging mindlessly, would suffice.

They could accept all the mercenary quests and complete them quickly. Having mounts, they came and went like the wind.

Originally, the average level of female players was on the lower side, and since the profession of Elven Summoner had been discovered, their growth had far outpaced that of male players.

Their average level was now about to surpa.s.s that of male players.

After another month, the male gamers couldn’t take it anymore, and half of the forum was denouncing the Elven Summoner profession, strongly demanding that the abilities of Elven Summoners be weakened.

Of course, now these protesting players had learned their lesson and no longer talked about quitting the game if a profession didn’t change.

Because the gaming officials were really not afraid if they quit the game.

The female players, on the other hand, were hardly speaking, and whether this was organized or a spontaneous act, there weren’t any female players “laning against” the protesting male players on the forum anyway, presumably having the intention of staying quiet and keeping a low profile while enjoying all the benefits.

Amid all this commotion, Roland, however, felt good.

He could finally be transparent.

Every time he went on the forums, he’d see a new post talking about him, which was a bit refres.h.i.+ng and proud at first, but after reading more, he became a bit annoyed.

Now he could finally enjoy the show on the forums calmly and not be annoyed.

Players had been arguing on the forums for almost a month, and in the end, no official announcements came out, so the male players knew what the intentions of the gaming officials were.

If you can’t beat them, join them.

Unfortunately, only female players could a.s.sume the profession of Elven Summoners, while male players could only be general Summoners.

It was also strong, but… there was a glaring shortcoming in terms of looks.

Elven Summoners had unicorns, flower demons, fairies, vine queens, deer women, and other beautiful creatures, and even the animals were Sirius, rainbow magic ponies, silver-fanged sabers, and other creatures that looked imposing.

In contrast, the average Summoner summoned things like bears, porcupines, rotten mud monsters, skeletons, zombies, death knights, and other things that didn’t look appealing.

Even the undead summon responsible for damage dealing was completely countered by the two holy summons, the unicorn and rainbow pony.

Male Summoners were extremely strong against other professions, but against Elven Summoners, they were just sending themselves to their deaths.

Having been beaten up by a girl, a male Summoner cried on the forums, asking, “What to do if what you summon is ugly and weak and can’t beat a girl?”

The Devil Warlocks laughed so much that they posted on the forum jokingly that the male Summoner should simply become a Warlock. Although most devils look extremely ugly, there was a beautiful succubus to accompany you all the time—what was there not to be content with?

There was almost no news about Roland on the forums anymore, it was all about Elven Summoners and male Summoners.

Regarding the Sisilia Incident, almost all the players deliberately didn’t talk about it. Not that they forgot, but they deliberately avoided it. It was just that some things would remain in their hearts and remembered for the rest of their lives.

The players thought that by deliberately forgetting this, things would fade away and pa.s.s.

Unexpectedly, this pain eventually exploded.

On the forum, a quality and popular post appeared, and inside of it was a video.

A man, whose face had been pixelated, sobbed and kept apologizing, saying that they were the ones who were too confident, that they had underestimated the power of the enemy’s counterattack, which had led to a large number of natives being killed, and that they knew they had been wrong and would accept punishment. From now on, over a thousand of them would not appear in the game again, and would simply retire from the game.

In the end, the man gasped and seized because he was too devastated.

There wasn’t much discussion below the post, just uniform replies of one word.

“Farewell!”

Roland closed the forum and sighed deeply.

He wasn’t in the mood to browse the forum or conduct magic experiments anymore.

According to the conclusion reached by a deliberate player’s investigation, in Sisilia, after a month of turmoil, from start to end, a total of nearly 900,000 or more civilians were killed, including those later hunted by the alliance clean-up squads.

In reality, less than 100,000 civilians had actually been exposed to the progressive ideas of players.

In other words, 800,000 civilians died in vain.

But this wasn’t the point; what mattered was that the G.o.ds felt they had stifled the spread of “corrupted ideas.”

The players were surprisingly silent on the matter on the forum, but Roland knew that the more silent things were, the greater the strength within it represented.

It was like the silence before a volcano was about to erupt.

…

On another morning, when the sun almost reached the middle of the sky, Andonara crawled out of bed and stretched. A good-looking maid came in, fetching her a washcloth and tying her pretty braids.

The maidservant stroked her long, bright blond, silky smooth hair and couldn’t help but exclaim, “Madam, how exactly do you take care of your hair? It’s so beautiful, I’m really envious.”

Andonara smiled slightly. She liked to be called “Madam” by outsiders but would call herself the queen in front of Roland.

Because she had always found that by calling herself queen, Roland’s excitement level was significantly higher.

Still waters ran deep, but she liked him that way.

When the maidservant finished her braids, Andonara got up and undressed, revealing her beautiful body that 99.9999 percent of women would feel ashamed to look at, and then found a wide housecoat in the wardrobe and changed into it while asking, “Where is Roland?”

“The master should have gone to the Magic Tower, but left word for you to go find him after your breakfast, Madam.”

Oh.

Andonara responded, smiling as she went down the stairs and sat at the table.

She liked this lifestyle, sleeping in till whenever she wanted.