Chapter 728 - The Lich Have All Sorts of Skins (1/2)
Chapter 728 The Lich Have All Sorts of Skins
Days spent studying magic were happy, and in the blink of an eye, another three months passed.
On this day, Roland had just escaped from Andonara’s gentle assault in the game, and his mind was blank as he lay back against his reclining chair to regain his strength.
By now Andonara knew how to drain Roland faster and more efficiently.
After all, she was fully aware of Roland’s fetishes and sensitive spots.
Now, Roland simply didn’t have the heart to think about other women.
Of course, Vivian would join the two in battle from time to time.
It put Roland’s mind in a state of stillness most of the time.
Even at the sight of an angel with such a perfect body and beautiful face as Nia, he didn’t have any thoughts of that.
Because most of the time, Roland was in a sage state.
Just as it was now.
With a good deal of time to recover from his ethereal sage state, Roland began to continue his study of magic.
He wanted to study the virtual Divine Spark, but the manual was something he had already read and even practiced, and now, his progress was at a dead end.
Roland didn’t have much direction on what to do next.
He could only make the most basic of estimates.
For example, to increase the number of believers.
This test, however, Roland would not do for the time being
Because of Nia’s reaction earlier, he was a little worried.
This was only a virtual Divine Spark, and he only had one believer.
Would she have noticed if the number of believers had been higher?
What would happen when she found out?
Would she be a threat to him?
These were things that had to be taken into account.
That was why Roland was in no hurry to push the virtual Divine Spark’s ability higher, at least not until he reached Legend and obtained his first law-level specialty. He experimented until noon and was about to take a break when he saw someone ping him in the guild chat.
Now everyone in the F6 guild had their own things to do and gathered less and less, and if there was nothing important, they usually wouldn’t contact each other.
So he immediately opened the guild chat room.
Betta: “Brother Roland, there is a very beautiful girl who claims to be a member of the Winterwolf clan asking around in Wetland City for news about you, is she your close friend? She’s not your mistress, is she? Want me to shoo her off?”
Roland: “Get lost, she’s not. I will immediately go over to her.”
Betta: “So urgent, and you say she’s not?”
Roland: “Think what you will.”
Betta: “If she’s not, introduce me to her. She’s my type.”
Roland: “Get lost!” Betta: “Heh, exposed yourself.” Roland grunted, closed the guild chat room, and went to find Andonara, saying he had to make a trip to Wetland City.
At this moment, Andonara was having afternoon tea, and next to her were the mayor’s wife and daughter, and Nia.
Hearing Roland’s words, Andonara laughed and said, “Come back quickly.”
Nia suddenly jumped up and took Roland’s hand. “Wait, I want to go too!”
She had been craving the food of Wetland City for a long time and wanted to go and eat it again.
Although Andonara’s cooking skills had suddenly improved for some reason recently, Andonara knew too few dishes, and after eating her cooking for several months, Nia was a little tired of it.
Roland looked at her and was considering.
Winterwolf’s Holy Lady was looking for him most likely for the matter of the liches, and in case there was a need to fight, Nia could be counted as a formidable combatant.
Angels were most uncomfortable with things like liches.
However, without waiting for Roland to say yes, Andonara slowly stood up, smiled, and pressed on Nia’s shoulder, narrowing her eyes. “Nia, I’m lonely at home, can you stay with me?”
Nia looked at Andonara’s smiling expression and for some reason, she felt a little chill run down her back.
“But, Mother told me to follow him…” said Nia timidly.
“It’s okay, Roland will be back soon.” Andonara’s narrowed eyes opened slightly, and the slightly exposed pupils of her eyes held an icy resentment. “I’ll be really lonely if you’re gone.”
The mayor’s wife and daughter both looked outside in unison, their eyes crossing the walls of the estate as if beautiful flowers were growing there.
“But…” Nia tried to struggle a little more.
But Andonara’s hand, as if a giant vise, held Nia’s shoulder tightly. As an angel, Nia was strong in battle, but she couldn’t do anything right now.
Honestly, Andonara’s battle power was now at the pinnacle of what could be achieved in a human body in the main plane.
Except for the trio of Winterwolf, the Water Goddess, and the World Tree, she had no rivals.
Even the Winterwolf Holy Lady was, at best, on par with her.
Even if Roland threw out a large nuclear bomb, he couldn’t kill Andonara.
After all, she was too fast.
She could turn into a phoenix and flee the moment the explosion happened.
If she flew fast enough, the explosion wouldn’t catch up to her. Besides, she had a strong defense and was more resistant to heat.
Of course, if confined in place and unable to move, that would be a different story.
With a level of strength like hers, not to mention Nia with her wings in a sealed state, even if her wings were still there, Andonara could probably break her wings for Roland’s sake.
Nia looked into Andonara’s smiling eyes and swallowed subconsciously. “Okay, fine.”
Andonara’s shocking oppressive power was gone at once. She took Nia’s hand and sat down, smiling gently and kindly. “That’s my good friend. By the way, I just recently learned a noodle technique unique to the Golden Sons from Roland, called knife-shaved noodles… I’ll make it for you to eat, okay?”
Nia subconsciously swallowed and nodded repeatedly, “Okay, okay.” Then Andonara smiled at Roland and said, “Go and get back quickly, dear.”
How could Roland not understand what had just happened? He shook his head helplessly and laughed before teleporting away.
After the light of the magic disappeared, the mayor’s wife looked at Andonara in admiration. “Anna, you are quite a master of the art of controlling your husband.”
Andonara smiled and didn’t make a sound.
Nia, too simple-minded to know what was going on, looked around and asked in confusion, “What’s the art of controlling her husband?”
“It’s a cooking technique.”
Oh!
Roland teleported to Wetland City, and with a little inquiry, he found where the Winterwolf Holy Lady had settled.
A fairly cheap inn in Wetland City.
The players opened inns with all sorts of decorations and styles.
Light luxury, rustic, Scandinavian, South American, Eastern, West African, and so on!
In addition to the great style and beautiful furniture, they were incredibly clean and the service was surprisingly good. The inn prices were surprisingly high relative to local game NPCs. This was the kind of place that ordinary people couldn’t afford to live in and players wouldn’t go to. They specialized in tricking the wealthy merchants, nobles, and the like.
The Frostwolf Clan had always been poor, so naturally, they didn’t dare waste money on staying in such player-run inns.
So they looked for a cheap NPC-run inn.
Not to mention being small, it wasn’t clean either.
But to the people of the Frostwolf Clan, it was nothing