64 F6 (2/2)

After meditating inside the room for a while, Roland continued to study the derivative spells of Language Proficiency.

With more and more data, the mathematical model on this spell became more and more refined. Now, each time Roland cast the spell, he could discern a dozen words on a page in the book.

If he were given two to three more days, he would definitely be able to complete the derivative spell, Character Proficiency.

Some time in the afternoon, Vivian, who had just woken up, delivered lunch to him.

It was quite sumptuous. There was fried eggs, cakes, thick meaty soup, and a vegetable that Roland didn't know the name of.

”Sorry to trouble you.”

Roland felt the advantages of having power more and more. Not to mention that he would receive money each month, the resources were free to use, and more importantly, there were people who specifically took care of his basic necessities. He didn't have to worry about these things at all. He only needed to focus on doing his own things.

Vivian shook her head. ”This is not worth mentioning compared to what you've given us.”

She had already been at the Magic Tower for three years. Previously, the chairman only spent a pitiful amount of time instructing them. But when Roland came, Roland gifted them a precious node model illustration and spent a whole night teaching them with great care.

Although some of the things Roland said were different from the education they normally received, after they experimented on their own, these things did indeed work—a single day's progress was worth the progress they made in roughly half a year. This was what led them to be even more grateful to Roland.

In essence, however, Roland didn't do anything so exaggerated. He simply taught these apprentices the correct method and skills to connect mental nodes.

If the method was wrong, it would be useless even if the apprentices worked hard for an entire lifetime, and the apprentices simply didn't find the suitable connection method for mental nodes.

The chairman didn't teach them.

”Deputy Chairman, do you need me to teach you how to read?” Vivian looked at him somewhat expectantly.

Roland shook his head.

”Oh…” Vivian left, somewhat dejected.

After breathing out softly, Roland looked at the wooden door for a short while, and then shook his head. He was just about to eat lunch when suddenly he received a system notification.

”Congratulations to the first establishment of a players' guild, F6. Founder: Schuck!”

After Roland read the notice, he laughed happily. ”We took first as expected, those guild leaders in the large guilds are probably pissed right now.”

Although it was only a brief system notification, Roland could guess that this would definitely shock many players.

He ate his lunch happily, and then went down to the second floor, gathered the apprentices, and continued to teach them his spellcasting experience.

Once it got late, he rushed the apprentices off to bed, while he continued to deduce derivative spells on the eighth floor.

He continued to do so until the gaming time was over for today.

After climbing out of the virtual cabin, Roland habitually opened the forum and casually skimmed through it. He discovered that the forum exploded, as expected.

The entire forum seemed to be asking: What the heck is F6, and who is Schuck?

This was especially the case for those guilds that were famous in other games. The guild leaders of Church of Garland, Eternal Kingdom, Warm Moon Valley, and all the other large guilds even started a reward thread, incessantly pinging Schuck in hopes that—seeing that everyone was from China—he would provide them with a method to quickly establish a guild. In return, he would be thanked with a hefty sum of money.

Now Schuck was also going to be famous! Just when Roland had this thought, his smartphone rang.