Chapter 722 - We Lack Real Professionals (2/2)
After waiting for a while, he said seriously. “And therein lies the problem.”
Everyone also immediately stopped laughing and became serious.
“The people from above originally wanted to send down a few female comrades with good figures that fit comrade Huang’s aesthetic and who were good at psychology to help, as well as observe and assist comrade Huang’s mental state so that he could experiment and grow more relaxed.” The leader sighed. “But after choosing repeatedly, we ended up finding the sad fact that none of our candidates fit the bill. All of them were too slim and lacked large bosoms.”
The person in charge stopped talking and the corners of his mouth were twitching, in a state where he wanted to laugh but couldn’t.
The others were not so concerned.
The conference room erupted in another fit of laughter.
After laughing, one of the nerdier researchers called out, “Leader, that’s not quite right. At least, I’ve met several psychologists who are exceptionally fit and quite pretty.” “There are some, but they are either not high enough in rank or their political composition is not up to scratch. Comrade Huang’s secrecy level has been raised and the previous selection conditions no longer apply,” the person in charge explained helplessly, “so the higher-ups are in quite a difficult position right now. They told us to find our own way to cooperate with comrade Huang’s job first, and they will send a suitable psychologist over as soon as possible.”
The people in the meeting room understood what the person in charge meant.
It was to find a way to get along with Roland.
To have him feel the warmth of a family and make communicating easier in the future.
This wasn’t difficult. Although the researchers weren’t good at picking up girls, they were good at building good relationships with men.
It was quite simple; as long as they talked about games, porn, and politics, they’d become good friends.
This was quite straightforward.
Roland was unaware that he was being studied from head to toe.
In the game, it was already the early morning of the next day.
This town was too small to have an organization like the Guild of Mercenaries or Guild of Rogues that could be responsible for intelligence.
That didn’t mean, however, that there weren’t intelligence dealers here.
As usual, Roland found the largest tavern in town, found the bartender, put a silver coin in front of him, and said, “I want to know who has the most intelligence in this small town.”
The bartender took in the silver coin and said rather cheerfully, “Old Beckrum, of course. He’s the oldest fellow in our town and he’s quite strong. He knows almost everything that goes on in the town.”
“Are there others?” asked Roland.
Beckrum wasn’t in town these days; as a guide, he had to go outside and pick up work.
Roland found him in another big city.
That was three days ago.
Out of town, Beckrum surely wouldn’t be aware of the magic aura lingering in the loess for only about three or four days.
“Then Polisila of the magic potion shop.” The bartender thought about it and said, “She likes to gather information about other people’s homes, and would probably know a lot of things that ordinary people don’t know.”
“How do I find her?”
“West of town, the tallest little whitewashed building. It’s currently the time she sells medicine; she should be home.”
“So have there been any other strange people in town lately?”
The bartender looked at Roland steadily.
All right… Am I the only stranger that’s come?
Roland left the tavern and found the white building on the west side of town.
There was indeed a woman inside who was working with her back to the door.
There was a wooden sign on the door that looked new, so it was probably replaced not long ago. The sign read: Town West Magic Potions.
Magic potions?
Alchemical potions?
When Roland walked in, he caught the strong scent of herbs.
“May I ask what you need…” The woman inside, who was busy with her back to Roland, turned around at the sound of the voice and immediately stammered when she saw Roland’s attire. “This Mage, sir, may I… ask what you… need?”
There were no magic potions in this world. They were all properly known as alchemical potions.
The people who generally called alchemical potions magic potions were a reverent, ill-informed, and less cultured group of people who didn’t know much about magic.
Polisila was aware of alchemical potions, but she was in the business of farmers and peasants in this remote little town, so of course, she had to cater to the market and call alchemical potions magic potions.
Roland walked up to the counter and looked at the several potions that were on display with some surprise.
Agility potion, strength potion, dispel disease potion, and so on.
Though they were all lower-level potions and were presumably not very effective, as they contained little magic power…
They were indeed complete potions, not fakes, and the formulas were correct.
The reason for the low quality was because the woman had so little magic power in her
Less than one percent of Roland’s.
It was already impressive to be able to weave the disordered magic power into the potions. It would be too much to ask for a refined amount and an abundance of magic power.
“Nice job on the potions! You used to be a magic apprentice?” asked Roland, looking at the woman.
“Yes, sir.” The woman composed herself as she bent down and dared not look at Roland. “I became a magic apprentice at the age of fifteen, but because of my lack of talent, I never became an official Mage. I was thrown out of the Magic Tower at twenty-seven, and now I can only make potions for a living”
“I came to ask you about something.” “Please go ahead, sir. If it’s something I know, I won’t hide it.”
Most magic apprentices, even if they couldn’t become an official Mage, would still be fanatical about the profession of Mages.
Even more fanatical than the average person.
Because they were in the state of thinking they could touch it, but “not quite yet.”
It was this state that made them quite fanatical about their goals, always thinking that if they tried one more time, they would be able to succeed.
ie INO
With this fanaticism, they had a kind of inferiority complex and reverential admiration for the true Mages.
Just like a conniving b*tch who kept the simps hanging, the latter would always think that they were on the verge of success and just needed to work a little harder.
Then they would be nicer and nicer to the b**ch.
“Do you know what unusual things have been happening in town lately, especially in connection with that particular yellow mud patch on the east side of town?”
Polisila immediately looked excited. “I knew something was wrong with that place! Sir, three days ago, I was at home and felt an extra strange magic power in the town, and I gathered the courage to go over and take a look, and guess what I found?”
“Go ahead.” Roland placed a silver coin on the table.
Polisila didn’t take it as she said excitedly, “I saw an elf! A naked elf.”
Roland: Huh?