323 Youd Better Not Do Tha (2/2)
”Then we probably need to keep a low profile for a while,” said Bruce helplessly. Then he held his forehead with his hands.
Wenger smiled and said, ”Wise decision, chief!”
Bruce waved his hands and dismissed the visitors.
Wenger nodded and left the cavern.
He intended to pick and raise up a couple of blood slaves to confirm the conclusions of his research projects in reality.
Now, Wenger felt that the smartest thing he had ever done in his life was to buy the immersive cabin when he had never played any other games before.
He didn't expect the AI of this world to be so vivid.
Of course, some players claimed that it was not AI but a real world.
Wenger agreed with them. If AI was alive and could think, this certainly would count as a real world.
The realer a world was, the more likely it was he could acquire useful data and conclusions.
The experiments that he couldn't conduct in reality could be done in this world when he found necessary resources.
Wenger strode out of the cavern, and little Christina caught up to him. Walking next to him, she asked, ”Can you tell me more about Roland?”
Wenger turned around and looked at her. ”Are you interested in him?”
”His spell is unique. I'd never known that a fireball could be intensified to that point.” Christina thought for a moment and continued, ”If possible, I'd like to make him my servant.”
Wenger stopped and said, ”I don't think that's a good idea.”
”Why not?”
Wenger started to walk again. Then he said, ”The Golden Sons are undying. Even if you make him your servant, he can always switch to a different body. After all, for a spellcaster, the level is not as important as knowledge and tricks, with which he can grow strong again and come back. Then, you would be faced with an undying monster who pesters you every day. Do you think you can escape from him?”
Well… Christina realized that her idea was indeed bad.
In the end, Wenger smiled at her and said, ”I've got things to do, my lady. I'll take my leave if that's all.”
”Okay.” Christina sighed.
After Wenger left, she was going back home when she saw a black-haired kid.
”Well, well, well, if it isn't Christina. I'm told that you were also reduced to a little girl by a fireball from that man. Is it fun?”
Christina walked to him and measured their heights; she was clearly one foot taller than him. She smiled and said, ”I was better than you, anyway.”
Edmund snorted and then grew solemn. ”Are you interested in dealing with that man with me?”
”Are you trying to get killed?”
”The Golden Sons may be undying, but so what?” Edmund chuckled and said, ”I've heard a lot about the foreign race. They will be weakened after each death. As long as we kill him a couple of times, he'll be at our mercy.”
”What if he changes body?”
”Why are you so stupid?” Edmund looked at her as if she were a moron. ”Can't you plant a seed on his soul after you defeat him? That way, you can recognize him however different he looks. You know that trick.”
”That's a good point.” Christina's eyes glittered, but then she grew vigilant. ”Why are you helping me? What are you up to?”
”I want the man's body after you kill him! No matter how many times you kill him, I want all his bodies.”