Chapter 564 - Their Reward is Too Generous to Refuse (1/2)

Chapter 564 Their Reward is Too Generous to Refuse

His thread was soon upvoted to the top, right under Roland’s.

The conflicts between the two threads naturally sparked a lot of pa.s.sionate arguments.

Faced with Carrot’s accusation, Roland opened the thread and was about to yell back at him, when he found that the thread had been occupied by the magic cla.s.ses.

Roland didn’t need to say a word; many players of the magic cla.s.ses had already spoken for him. “You claim that Roland ignored your future, but did you consider for Roland’s sake at all when you ambushed him and fought him unfairly when you had such advantages? He is LV10, and his half-year’s work could’ve been for nothing if you killed him. Chances are that his ultimate equipment would’ve been looted too. True, you said you wouldn’t do that, but could you really refuse a piece of equipment that couldn’t be bought with money? Why should he consider you if you didn’t care about him?”

“Hey, why are you crying? You think your future is more important than the future of the 200,000 Mages, Priests, and Warlocks? Do you think you have the prerogative to sit on top of our heads?”

“Roland didn’t pick the fight; you were the ones who wanted to get famous by attacking him. Yet you’re complaining now that your face has been slapped? Is it really fair?”

“Carrot, I’m a Warlock. Half a year ago, I dropped to LV4 from LV6 because you needed to run tests after your cla.s.s just took shape… I was killed more than ten times in ten days, and I couldn’t get away. In the end, you only let me go because it was not challenging anymore. Did I cry? Yet, you’re here crying because you were counterattacked. Is it fun?”

“That’s right. I’m a Magic Swordsman and I was killed by them multiple times too. I’m having so much fun watching them suffer!”

“I’m a Priest. Those Spell Breakers killed me a couple of times too for no good reason at all.”

“Tsk… They can clear their bad reputation for killing players by doing good deeds for the NPCs, so they never went easy on the players. Roland, as the top Mage, was the best target for them. According to common sense, Spell Breakers have great advantages against Mages. But his plan has failed. All the other Spell Breakers are probably cursing him, so he simply wants to direct their attention to someone else.”

“Although I don’t like Roland’s thread that destroys a cla.s.s, what you did was even more immoral and demeaning to me!”

Most of the replies to the thread were like that.

Roland was greatly rea.s.sured after reading them.

To be honest, he was truly rather “scared” of the Spell Breakers.

This time, Carrot lured him here claiming that he wanted to buy gold, so other people could do it again in the future.

The Spell Breakers were banes to the magic cla.s.ses, and as the top Mage, he was bound to be their greatest target. If he didn’t teach them a lesson this time, similar things might happen again in the future.

He had too many things to do and too little time to play games with them. It was also why Roland publicized the trick to deal with Spell Breakers.

He could let other players of the magic cla.s.ses deal with them, so that he would be less troubled.

Quitting the forum, Roland went to Betta again.

At this moment, Betta was handling a conflict between players in the city with a few knights.

Seeing Roland, he asked, “Are you leaving, Brother Roland? Why don’t you wait for me for a moment? I can offer you a drink.”

“That’s unnecessary.” Roland waved his hand. “I just had a fight with other players. I can’t feel more comfortable, so I’m going home for magic experiments!”

“Why didn’t you call me?” Betta was unhappy to hear that. “I like fighting the best, especially when the enemy is outnumbered.”

The few NPC knights nearby all looked helpless after hearing that from Betta.

Everything was good about their master except his tendency of taking advantage of numbers, which made them feel uncomfortable. After all, the NPC knights, as natives of this world, valued honor in duels.

Roland estimated that Betta was too busy building the city to check the forum, so the guy had no idea that he had just destroyed a cla.s.s.

He smiled. “Don’t worry. I would’ve asked for your help if I couldn’t beat them. Go build your city and save a place for me. I’ll set up a branch of the a.s.sociation of Mages here for the talented NPC kids. What do you think?”

“That’d be great.” Betta’s eyes glowed.

Betta knew that his city had to include not just the players but also the natives from this world, or there would be huge problems in human resources and finance.

He had no doubt that the players would come, but he knew that the players were all busy exploring the world or accomplis.h.i.+ng quests. They would never live a steady life just because they had real estate in this place.

Therefore, the players were only supplements to the citizens here; they couldn’t be counted as the regular population.

In order to attract the natives of this world, good infrastructure and “soft power” would be very important.

What counted as soft power in this world?

A safe and prosperous environment, the number and quality of the entertainment workers, and most importantly, anything related to magic.

The cities that had Magic Towers were always more attractive to the residents of other places even if they were small, and if this Magic Tower was willing to admit children as students, the city would be even more appealing