Why?

Roland wanted to ask this question, but then he remembered that these two little guys were civilians. All magic apprentices had the status of noble children, and they were nothing more than the difference between the great nobles and the small nobles and the decline.

Originally, a group of people with a small amount of harmony suddenly mingled in two outsiders of different levels, so other magic apprentices would naturally not like it very much.

"Have other people bullied them?"

Vivian shook her head: "That's not. After all, they are the vice presidents, you personally recruited them."

It was already very late at this time. Roland thought for a while and said, "Go and call those two little guys to me. If they fall asleep, wake them up."

Vivian looked a little surprised, but she still went downstairs as she said.

Not long after, she brought the two little guys up.

Two little kids, one man and one woman, rubbed their eyes and looked at Roland timidly. They were worried that they had done something wrong, which made the vice president unhappy. Then they woke them up late at night and wanted to scold them.

"You must have been having a lot of fun lately because others don't like you very much."

Hearing this, the two children looked a little aggrieved in their eyes, but more of them were stubborn expressions.

Roland chuckled, "It doesn't matter. Isn't it normal for aristocrats to look down on civilians? Since you have come in, study hard. Other people don't have to care about their vision. With me, they will at least not bully you, nor will they lack the resources for your study. But the most important thing is that you themselves. Even if you are civilians, as long as you become formal mages in the future, who dares to underestimate you and who dares to talk about your identity again?"

"Your talent is not bad. As long as you work hard, you can always become a formal mage."

After these words, the two little guys were so excited that they couldn't help themselves. They looked at Roland in admiration, their faces flushed and their pupils shining.

"Okay, go down and have a rest." Roland waved his hand gently.

The two little guys bowed slightly and left, jumping around. After they went down, their happy laughter could be faintly heard from the stairs.

Vivian covered her mouth with her hands, yawned gently, and then asked curiously: "Is those two little guys really good talent?"

"good."

In fact, it is very average, but the advantage is that it is still young and has strong plasticity. As long as you teach carefully, the two little kids are not lazy. If you work hard and work hard, you will become a formal mage before you become an adult. Roland thinks it should not be too far away.

"Then what do you think of my talent?"

Vivian, who said this, suddenly made a bold move. She bent down and supported her hands on Roland's desk. She didn't know when the collar of the magic robe was wider, and then she fell due to gravity.

Roland looked straight over and saw everything he shouldn't have seen.

After a moment of silence, Roland then calmly said, "The talent is very good, it is rare."

Vivian stood up straight again, her expression was very shy, but she raised her head slightly and looked very proud.

The moonlight came in from the window and just now enveloped Vivian. A little flying chip was illuminated in the moonlight, like a little bit of light dust, surrounding this beautiful, proud, shy and bold girl, setting her up like an elf that appeared in midnight.

Vivian's eyes were as bright as water. She gently placed something on the table and said, "You can come to me anytime."

After saying that, she turned around and left. After leaving the study door, she screamed softly, held her face that was almost mature in both hands, and ran downstairs in panic.

On the desk, a light yellow wooden key was left behind.

Roland looked at the key and fell into deep thought. Finally, he put the key into his system backpack.

Then he went to the magic laboratory and kept doing various magic tests to calm down his somewhat irritating mood.

It was dawn soon and time stopped. Roland crawled out of the virtual cabin, washed up routinely, came to the computer, and opened the game forum.

Although you can also watch forums in the game, time in the game is too important. He handles affairs of the magic tower, teaches magic apprentices, and conducts magic experiments. He doesn't want to waste a second.

Then, if there are no important things to do during the day, it will naturally be a good time to browse the forum.

Jett has posted the agreement they reached with the nobles online in a video format. Now, in the comprehensive discussion version, almost all posts discussing the Delbon incident.

A large number of players began to analyze their battle process and their subsequent distribution of benefits.

Roland clicked on a post with the most likes.

"The impact of the Delbon incident on the Holeven aristocratic class and on the future behavior of players"

The poster is actually the data powerful "O'Neal" that Roland knew.

The post uses detailed data and many classic historical cases to analyze the incident from the side. Finally, two conclusions are drawn.

‘The brutality, weakness and compromise unique to the aristocratic bourgeoisie are undoubtedly exposed.’

‘High-end combat power has too much effect in war.’

This post explains the Delbon incident clearly in easy-to-understand words. The order and impact of each of their actions on the future are well-informed.

After reading it, Roland even felt a little numb from his scalp: "Is this a bit over-interpretation?"

But thinking about it, this is also the difference between why people are powerful in data and are just undergraduate graduates.

After watching the forum, Roland came to the Knife Museum again on his bicycle.

While eating a delicious breakfast made by Xisha, we chatted with Qi Shaoqiu and his sister.

When he was about to finish his meal, Qi Shaoqiu suddenly said, "By the way, another student came to see him yesterday afternoon, and he probably came to pay the tuition later. When he came, you can show off and help me improve my face. This will make it easier for him to stay. Do you understand?"

"Okay." Roland nodded.

Now the three of them are very familiar with each other, and they don’t think they are good friends. Besides, Roland also eats delicious breakfasts made by other girls every day. They eat people with short mouths, so they have to help if they don’t help.

After breakfast, Xisha wanted to wash the dishes by herself, but Xisha took away his bowl first.

Then Roland came under the greenhouse. As soon as he put on the protective gear, he saw a red sports car parked at the entrance of the Knife Museum.

Qi Shaoqiu patted Roland on the shoulder: "The rich are here! Be more energetic."

But Roland narrowed his eyes: "I think this sports car looks familiar."

Qi Shaoqiu looked at him inexplicably.

Then the wing door of the sports car opened and a man came down.

Roland pulled the corner of his mouth helplessly, "Damn it, isn't this Li Lin? Why did he run over?"
Chapter completed!