Chapter 688 - It’s All Roland’s Fault (2/2)

There were many new dishes like this, and after all, there were many players who could cook.

Once a merchant from a distant desert kingdom made a fortune shipping desert specialties here, then said he would eat all the city’s delicacies in a month.

As a result… a year had passed and he hadn’t even finished a third of the food and ended up with almost no money left on him. He was desperately dragged away by his companions.

He cried miserably as he left Wetland City.

He also shouted: “I should have brought more money, I should have…”

Roland took the Goddess of Magic through the crafts street and the food street and finally came to the front of the city hall.

This place was also very busy. After all, the first floor of the place was the Guild of Mercenaries, where a large number of players picked up quests, and many NPCs came here specifically from out of town to post quests here, specifying that they wanted the Golden Sons to complete them.

The players were now the most credible group amongst the mercenaries.

Many NPC mercenaries took on quests, and from time to time, they disguised themselves as bandits, killed their employers, and then fled to another city or country to start over.

But when the Golden Sons took on quests, things like that never happened for the time being

If the quest failed, they would even offer to compensate the employer’s family and help them with the aftermath; they were so kind that one wouldn’t believe they were human.

Who wouldn’t love such a thoughtful and perfect sense of service?

So when they encountered a lot of troublesome quests that didn’t involve evil, they tried to assign the Golden Sons to complete them.

Two hours passed like this.

The clone of the Goddess of Magic was getting fainter and fainter, already half translucent.

“What a vibrant city.” Mystra sighed. “If only my divine realm was like this.”

There was faint loneliness in her tone.

At this time, a woman came from a short distance away.

Roland knew her. It was Solisa of the Phoenix Guild.

She walked up to Roland and said, rather surprised, “How rare it is to see you on the street, a research freak not in the research lab… Then again, what is this lump of mosaic on your shoulder?”

Mystra created a clone with a small amount of divine power, and if it wasn’t known beforehand, the average person wouldn’t be able to sense her form or see what she looked like.

“This lump… this girl really doesn’t know how to talk.” Mystra curled her lips, then said to Roland, “Well, I’m leaving now. Chat with me when you have time.”

Then her clone turned into a wisp of light, floating upward and disappearing.

Solisa froze for a moment. “I seem to feel a very vast divine mental power…”

Roland asked, “You seem to have business with me?”

“Yes.” Solisa nodded and said, “Don’t you want to build an Association of Mages?”

“It’s already under construction.”

“I had a similar thought about building a Magic Tower, one specializing in summoning spells, and only taking women.”

Both Roland and Solisha were celebrities among the players, and the fact that the two of them were standing on the street talking without moving drew a lot of attention.

“Let’s talk as we go.” Roland started walking and said, “So have you picked out a plot of land in town? There aren’t many plots of sufficient size now.”

“It’s been chosen, not in Wetland City.” Solisa smiled.

“Why?” Roland found it strange. “This is the player’s home base, with our people who share the same views. When there’s trouble, wouldn’t it be better for everyone to huddle together and grow?”

Solisa had an odd expression as she looked at Roland, somewhat complaining, but seemingly helpless, and finally she pointed to the succubi that were already everywhere in the streets and said, “Do you think there’s any room for us women to talk in this city when it’s full of such creatures?”

Oh… Roland was speechless at once.

This was indeed his fault.

Originally, female players were very competitive.

Their numbers were already small, less than 50,000… about nine point four percent of the entire player base, and in general, the smaller the number of anything, the more valuable it was.

Not to mention the girls who played the game. Well, originally, the girls were very popular and of high status among the male player base. There were even countless simps who were willing to do anything to please them. But once the succubi appeared… their status plummeted.

After all, male players had self-respect, and with the previous imbalance in supply and demand, they had to be simps to compete. But between simping and being simped on…. the vast majority of males wanted to be simped on.

And the succubi loved humans, especially male players who had good physiques, good temperament, and were gentle and considerate compared to other races. They simped hard.

As a result, there weren’t any male players who wanted a relationship with a female player.

They were desperately saving up to contract a succubus.

The status of female players dropped drastically.

Looking at Roland’s guilty expression, Solisa sighed. “I don’t really blame you. It’s just the free market. We don’t want to spend much time in this city right now, but we also know that we can’t be completely cut off from the male player base, so we had to choose a means of getting away from Wetland City while being able to come here immediately when we need to.”

Roland understood the purpose of her coming to him. “You want the teleportation magic array?”