Mages Are Too OP - Chapter 728
Chapter 728 – The Lichapter Have All Sorts Of Skins
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.”
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
When Roland found the Winterwolf Holy Lady, she was sitting in the courtyard of the inn with four men in white animal skin coats, each holding a few skewers of roast meat and chewing slowly. They were chewing and weeping at the same time.
Roland thought they were doing that because they weren’t quite used to spicy flavors.
The culinary level in this world was relatively lagging, and the two main flavors were salty and sweet.
There were very few spicy and sour foods.
There were almost no spicy foods.
Mainly because they hadn’t discovered any suitable spicy seasoning. But the foodies, or casual players, did hard work to find spicy plants in the forest that tasted similar to chili peppers.
It was a large tree’s leaves that possessed a good amount of spiciness.
This tree grew in the old forests and no one gave it a name. After all, there were no specialized biologists in this world to categorize plants and animals.
This was why players conveniently called this tree the spice tree.
It was also cultivated in the vicinity of Wetland City.
Normally, the vast majority of people in this world were not used to eating spicy food.
The first time they were introduced to spicy barbecue, they would all cry while eating.
As a result, Roland went in, only to hear the Winterwolf Holy Lady muttering, “So delicious, so expensive… so delicious, so expensive, ooh!”
It turned out that she was crying about the money.
It couldn’t be helped that when she had come to Wetland City before; it was Roland, the big boss, who was treating her.
It certainly felt different now that she had bought it herself.
Hearing the door open, the Winterwolf Holy Lady finished the skewer she was holding and reluctantly set down the three skewers in her left hand.
She knew very well that the three skewers of roast meat would be eaten by her three clansmen while she and Roland talked about things.
Then she also sucked the fingers of her right hand.
It was stained with a bit of barbecue sauce.
If a normal person licked their fingers like that, it would look unhygienic.
But the Winterwolf Holy Lady was pale, her lips a luscious red, and when she licked them like that, it looked seductive instead.
Finally, she stood up to Roland and said, “Been looking for you for days. I thought you were planning on breaking our promise.”
Roland waved his hand. “I wouldn’t!”
“How could you not!” The Winterwolf Holy Lady wrinkled her nose and said, “It’s five hundred gold coins. That’s a lot.”
Uh… Roland suddenly realized that his current mentality was different from before.
He hardly thought of money as money anymore.
Over the past three months, every time the Church of Magic had sent gold coins, it would be more than the previous time, and now Roland was too lazy to count how much money he had left in his vault.
Anyway, it was piled up into a small mountain. And this would continue in the future as well, with money coming in every month.
The Goddess of Magic was quite generous.
Doing magic experiments now, he no longer needed to be concerned about money.
Instead, he had to consider whether that thing could be bought with money.
“It’s not very convenient to talk here, let’s talk in the room.” The Winterwolf Holy Lady pointed to the inn.
Roland shook his head. “No, let’s go to my manor.”
In Wetland City, Roland had a large piece of land which Betta had given to him.
Most of it was assigned to the Association of Mages he had built.
The remaining third was left for his manor.
Then some help was hired to take care of it, while Beatrice was put up here to stay.
After all, Andonara didn’t seem to like her very much.
Back at the manor, Beatrice was quite happy to hear that Roland had come.
She ignored the Winterwolf Holy Lady and busied herself like a servant to serve Roland.
Then she showed off the cooking skills she had learned from the Golden Sons in Wetland City and made three home-cooked dishes.
After doing these things, she left and didn’t bother Roland anymore.
“Is this the lover you keep outside?” the Winterwolf Holy Lady asked.
Roland shook his head. “She was the wife of a friend of mine, who died, and I took pity on her so I’m temporarily taking care of her.”
The Winterwolf Holy Lady had a look of I know it well and nodded repeatedly. “I know. I’ve been inquiring about you for the past few days and have gotten to know you a bit. You’re the kind of person who only likes wives, and wouldn’t make a move if the woman isn’t married. Originally I was a bit worried that I would be targeted by you, but now I’m not worried at all.”
Roland sighed helplessly. “Since when did I become that kind of person? Believe it or not, I didn’t touch her… Wait, why am I explaining these things to you— let’s get down to business.”
The Winterwolf Holy Lady teased, “Hehe, don’t make the atmosphere so serious. We are friends anyhow.”
They were indeed friends… ones that trusted each other fully.
Roland recalled the appearance of the Winterwolf Holy Lady in her rope outfit—that was a rare work of art indeed.
Only now he was still in a sage state and had no physical reaction.
“So, good friend, since you’re in a hurry to see me, do you have some good news?”. Roland ate some of the small dishes on the table and nodded in satisfaction.
The Winterwolf Holy Lady also skewered a strip of greens with her fork and put it in her mouth to chew on.
The further north people were from, the more they liked greens.
As she chewed, she said, “Sort of good news. We bulldozed at least twenty lich camps and broke at least thirty lich vessels, the things they call skins. Then we discovered a very bad situation. The lich vessels are getting stronger now.”
“Oh, how so?”
“Liches aren’t supposed to be able to do anything beyond spells, and even if they have some melee abilities, it’s nothing ridiculous.”
“But have you ever seen a lich who sat on a horse and cast blizzard spells, summoned a mass of undead warriors, then rode into a charge with a lance without magic and nearly skewered two of our Frostwolf Warriors to death?”
Roland shook his head.
Lancers were a special advanced profession of Cavalry.
Its core skill was a derivative of Ride, which was named Deja Vu.
It was about a year or so ago that a player finally inadvertently became a Lancer.
Then they displayed the effect of the core skill Deja Vu.
Drifting on a horse in the woods.
It was awesome.
One could also see the bad taste of the game designers.
The Winterwolf Holy Lady said, “That’s not all either. We also saw swordsman liches with no magic power who unleash sword auras, liches who could use curving arrows, and liches who could sprint and use stealth.
Roland was speechless upon hearing this.
These liches must have developed all of the player corpses’ abilities.
No wonder they wanted to kill him.
He had two main specialties of Magic Power Control and Magic Material Exemption. If the liches got hold of his corpse, the consequences would be unimaginable.
“So what’s next?”