Chapter 722 - We Lack Real Professionals (1/2)
Roland watched from the sidelines rather than barge in.
He watched the father and son quarrel and part on bad terms.
Before the middle-aged man rushed out of the courtyard, the conversation went something like this:
“Wouldn’t it be good to have that money and put it on Sopma?” The middle-aged man rebuked angrily. “Nana is just a girl, she will have to marry someone later—what can she do if she studies and becomes a Mage?”
“Sopma has no talent,” Old Beckrum scolded angrily. “Granddaughter has magic talent; isn’t it better for our family to have a genius Mage than a mediocre Warrior?”
“I told you, sooner or later she will marry someone else-sooner or later she will take the last name of some outsider,” the middle-aged man roared. “We’ll just give away these ten years of hard work as a dowry? You might want to do it, but I don’t! With that money, wouldn’t it be fine for me to eat and drink every day?”
“But…”
The middle-aged man reached out and interrupted him. “Stop it, old man, if you really want to do this, do it yourself. I will take Sopma out of this house and raise her myself.”
“You!”
Old Beckrum was so angry that his head was spinning, and he sidled up and smacked his hand on the stone table next to him.
The middle-aged man grunted and left.
He opened the wooden door of the courtyard, only to see Roland standing outside. He was about to get angry, but then he saw Roland in magic robes and lost his anger.
He dared to be mean to his own family, but he didn’t dare to show any disrespect to Roland, a Mage.
He even smiled, nodded fawningly at Roland, and sidled past the latter, a little timid and nervous.
Roland ignored him and went into the yard to see old Beckrum sitting on a stone bench while the old woman was smoothing her hand down his back.
Roland stared at the child crawling around next to him. He had always thought this one was a boy, but it was a girl.
Well-built and naive-looking, she certainly looked more like a boy.
“What an embarrassment for you to see this, sir,” said Beckrum, ashamed. “My son doesn’t know much about the world. He is a typical Fareinian, who prefers boys over girls,
alas!”
Roland couldn’t comment on other people’s family affairs. He said, “I’m going up to the third floor to rest for a while, so I won’t bother you.”
“The quilt and sheets have already been changed.” Beckrum smiled.
The old woman next to him also smiled, and Roland nodded.
He went up to the third floor and found that there was only one room and a large open balcony.
The bedding in the room was quite clean and still smelled of sunlight mixed with the scent of soap.
Roland sat down and stretched.
Players didn’t need to sleep, but they still needed to rest.
When in a resting state, the system would automatically help the player regulate the body’s fatigue value.
This place was not suitable for doing magic experiments. There was no boundary protection, and if the spell failed, the whole small building would be blown to pieces by magic power.
So he went online.
With half a million players and millions of netizens active on the forums, all sorts of content was generated.
Roland was having a comfortable time in the game, while in reality, over at the underground lab, there was an emergency meeting going on.
The person in charge sat on the podium and said solemnly, “The notice has been sent from above. The matter of comrade Huang Wenwei is henceforth classified as a first-class secret. No one is allowed to leak it, is that understood?”
Everyone nodded.
If the ability to extract deuterium and tritium made Roland have a strong functional role, then the matter of forming nuclear bombs in the hand was completely a strategic human weapon.
Such a man, of course, must not be known to the outside world, or the whole world would be in an uproar.
“It’s also for his protection,” the person in charge continued, “and there’s word from above that we should find a way to move him over to the northwest without earning Roland’s resentment. If that doesn’t work, drop it; Roland’s will is the most important.”
There were many uninhabited regions in the northwest, which was ideal for building large-scale underground laboratories. In reality, much lesser-known scientific research had been done in such places. Everyone present understood that this decision from above was well-justified.
A nuclear-level explosion, no matter how hardened the underground facilities, no matter how well-guarded, would cause great tremors.
This place wasn’t far from the small cities, and a nuclear blast would be enough to send a strong tremor through all the cities within two or three hundred kilometers of it.
They could still use the excuse of a small earthquake once or twice.
If the frequency increased?
It would be a wonder if it didn’t cause a panic.
So it made the most sense to have Roland go over to an uninhabited region in the northwest.
“Wouldn’t it be better to have pretty female comrades adept in psychology on the field if we want to persuade him?”
The person in charge nodded. “We did consider this. The comrades from the intelligence department above have investigated the traces of Roland’s life from his childhood to adulthood, as well as his online statements, the content of his downloads, and so on, and have formed a profile of his character.”
“This is confidential, but we all have the right and obligation to listen to it, to facilitate better cooperation with him in the future.”
The person in charge picked up a white, somewhat thick printed book in his hand, which read Analysis of Huang Wenwei’s (Roland) Character and Abilities.
“There’s a lot of content in this book.” The person in charge patted the surface of the book and laughed. “But there’s a summary at the back that everyone can listen to.”
Everyone subconsciously began to record what came next in their way.
“Comrade Huang is, first of all, a Han Chinese with a few ethnic tendencies, but of course it is not serious and doesn’t make him hostile to other ethnicities, or other races of color. His character is more rational and modest, and he acts like a normal person. As we all know, there is no completely normal person in this world, only those relatively normal. Because no one would dare to define what kind of character and data a completely normal person should have.”
The crowd laughed.
What was a normal person? One in line with society’s current standards, who held the general values of the entire country’s population, was considered a normal person.
However, society changed constantly.
The common views of the population would have changed in society ten years ago and ten years from now.
So there was only “relatively normal,” a general range, no completely normal person.
“In terms of hobbies, he likes to play games and read novels, in line with the interests of most teenagers,” said the person in charge, his expression looking a bit amused. “The comrades of the intelligence department also tracked the number of Japanese romance motion pictures he browsed online and downloaded in these recent years.” There was a boisterous burst of laughter below.
The person in charge also flattened his mouth to stifle a laugh and continued after a while, “His top three most downloaded action stars are as follows; XZMLY, WTL, and LZLL. They have one common trait, a particularly majestic secondary sexual characteristic.”
There was another burst of laughter below.
One researcher, who often watched the livestreams, shouted, “We knew this already, it’s no secret that Roland likes married women with large bosoms.”
The researchers laughed even more.
“This is only partially right; Roland only likes majestic secondary sexual characteristics, human wives just happen to hit the spot. The queen that you game geeks always mention, she just happens to be someone else’s wife.”
Some of the people in the conference room were laughing so hard that they couldn’t stand up, and some of their eyes were even bulging out.
The person in charge stopped for a long time as he was also holding his laughter. It couldn’t be helped. As a leader, if he laughed aloud on the podium, it would be bad for his image!