The first glance after the snow is seen. The entire city of Rhine is covered with silver. The sun shines through the ice ridges of the treetops to reflect colorful colors. All the dirty and ugliness in the city seem to have been cleaned. This year, the winter in Rhine City came a little earlier, and the nobles and the rich are just in line. It is time for noble ladies and ladies to show off their new winter dresses.

The southwest of the Sorens is a slum in the city, a forgotten corner, where people who work in various low-professions gather here, and it is also a paradise for criminals. Winter is not a good thing for people here. Dilapidated houses need to be repaired, and winter clothing and fuel needs to be prepared.

On the edge of the Sorens District, Roger was standing in front of an old two-story building, looking at his new nest with satisfaction. The building was in a very good location, of course, this was only for a few people, such as Roger. Not far from the building is a small cemetery, with several tall oak trees planted around the building. Even on sunny days, it seems a bit gloomy.

Roger opened the door happily and walked in. The small building seemed to have been idle for some time, and the small furniture was filled with dust and cobwebs. Half of the blinds were not very useful, and a wooden staircase next to the living room led to the second floor. There were three rooms on the second floor, one big and two small, and Roger was going to use it as a study room for himself. As for the two small ones, one used as storage rooms and the other was a laboratory. God knows what Roger could have experimented with, at least now.

Due to its unique geographical location, this building only cost Roger 50 gold coins. Just a week ago, this was Roger's living expenses and tuition fees for a year. But now Roger still has 350 gold coins in his pocket. The staff he snatched from the mercenary mage a week ago is of good quality, and the water orchid stone on it is of good grade, which is very helpful to mages who love water systems. Because Roger's brilliant record, he settled two warriors and a magician on it alone. Rance and others undoubtedly believed that the staff should belong to Roger. After spending a few days summarizing the battle that day, Roger thought that this thing was not of great significance to him now, so he sold the magic staff for 400 gold coins.

Roger had never received so much money. Viscount Old Rivers earned only 300 gold coins a year, so naturally there would be no surplus to his son. Moreover, the declining nobles were also nobles, so the necessary social outlook was still something to be said. The heavy economic pressure made Old Rivers increasingly irritable.

After the building was laid out, it was another week later. The new furniture cost Roger 20 gold coins. Now Roger was lying on the bed in his study with satisfaction (in his taste, he didn't think there was anything wrong with the bed in the study), and was filled with gold coins. God knew how much desire for gold coins a son of a declining nobleman had. After tossing and turning countless times, Roger finally fell asleep in a hurry, and the next day he slept until the sun set. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Sleep until you wake up naturally, count the money until your hands cramp. This is Roger's happy life.

In the next month, Roger would return to his nest from time to time and add many traps and mechanisms to it. Rance and others passed by Roger's new nest one after another, and several people also came up with many ideas, and they were naturally mostly spoofs, but unexpected ideas occasionally appeared. Of course, the power of these rookies was limited, but there were some advantages to be insidious.

During this period, Roger learned a new spell, the Flame Finger. He relied on a small amount of flame spurted out from his fingers to kill the enemy. However, this second-level spell is naturally extremely powerful.

After discovering that mental power can be used as a scoundrel, Roger began to practice hard with passion. But except for the cat thrown out, he had no achievements in one month. Roger finally understood the reason why fat people were not eaten in one bite. His blood subsided and he began to mess around with Et and the others.

Roger almost forgot that he had a skeleton.

If you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools. Roger still understands this truth. The many scars left by the battle of "Old Oak" also made Ett and others understand this truth with a deep pain. Several people simultaneously purchased high-quality equipment, which naturally included some things that were not as good as the knight's identity and noble demeanor. Roger bought an exquisite elf arm crossbow, which could be equipped with three crossbow arrows at a time, and a simple spell was attached to it to slightly increase the penetration of magic. "This is much better than a dish plate." Roger shamelessly said to Ett, who felt deeply the same and suggested adding anesthetics to the arrow, and it was adopted by Roger immediately.

A few bad friends were honest and didn't go out to fool around for a month. In addition to spending a lot of money on purchasing equipment, the main reason was that they were afraid of meeting those mercenaries again. Those guys, any one of them, would be enough to kill all of them. Although the other party would not openly kill a nobleman, a trauma of flesh was inevitable. Moreover, most mercenaries were good at torture. Whenever they thought of the female warrior Qiwei's trick of pulling her vagina, Rance always shuddered and subconsciously clamped her legs.

In the lord's mansion in Lille, the capital of the Principal of Bavaria, two hundred miles west of Rhine, Ophiroc was enthusiastically studying the reports of Roger and others, especially the explanations of Roger's arm-crossing poison and the mechanisms in Roger's nest. Elyss, the combination of the iceberg and the black flame, gently picked up the report delivered by Orpheiroc with his slender fingers, just like holding a dirty thing. The blue nails shine from time to time in the sun. She became more and more disgusted with these people, and didn't understand why Orpheiroc was so interested in such a few wastes.

A black flame ignited, quickly turning these reports into vanish, leaving no trace of ashes behind. The Bingying fingers, the fingers in the flames, were not damaged at all.

The golden lion stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. The window faced the east, and the sunset put all the scenery in front of the window in a layer of blood. Ophiroc's eyes seemed to have traveled hundreds of miles of time and space and landed on the city of Rhine.

The sunset became redder and thousands of miles of land were like blood. Orpheicrok's blood was slowly boiling, and his heart was already looking at the earth from the palace. Elyss looked at the blood-stained mountains and rivers, and the rising eyes of Orpheicrok slowly melted, and the silver-white light flashed by, like the cold light on the sickle of the Death God.

The snow was melted by the spring sunshine for the first time. Roger walked out of Fies' laboratory and silently watched the melting snow water on the roof drop by drop. Roger and Fies talked with him all night long. After asking some questions about magic circles, they chatted with the master and apprentice who had many common things about bad habits. After the gods talked about the legend of the powerful magicians in countless legends, Fies suddenly sighed: "If you want to become a powerful magician, you must not have money." Roger also had his eyes lit up: "Yes, all the equipment of those great magicians is worth a lot of money. The staff I snatched from that magician last time was worth hundreds of gold coins." So the topic naturally turned to the topic of how to make money by the magician.

"Rog, you have some money now. Of course, these are far from enough, and you can't afford to buy decent magical raw materials. You have been with me for so long, and the teacher hasn't given you anything. This magic ring can be of some use to you. There is also this black crystal, which is of good quality. But you have to make it into magic equipment yourself. If you don't know anything about the magic array, please ask me again. The rest depends on your own efforts. The improvement of magic power is not a matter of one or two days. If you want to become strong quickly, you can only have good magic equipment. Only by making money can you have good magic equipment, and after being strong, you can be richer. Which of the most powerful figures in the history of the mainland is not rich enough to rival a country. As for those great magicians, they all have one or two artifacts. The founding figures, emperors, generals, and ministers, are even more unlucky. Which war is not a money-burning war?"

Fais is still unsatisfied. "If you want to make money, this knowledge is not small. The way to make money is to recognize the power and to gain people. Know the general trend of the world, know the general trend, follow the trend, and naturally get what you are doing. When it comes to knowing people, you must know that manpower is sometimes poor, and you will not be able to do anything. You can gather the heroes of the world for my use, and the wealth will not be spoken of. The last point is to be able to abandon it. People are more knowledgeable, and they can advance and retreat. They should not do anything when they see things. They must have the courage to give up. Lost once or twice, as long as they are not hurt, why worry about not making a comeback? Rogge, you are good at everything, just lack perseverance and patience. If you have time to look at the general history of the mainland, the paths that predecessors have walked will always be a little reference. You must know that the important thing is not that you run faster than others on a road, but that you choose the right path."

Roger was stunned and his heart was filled with passion. He didn't expect that Fis, who was usually dull and indifferent, could have such an opinion. Roger only felt that the world in front of him suddenly became clear, and his heart was filled with the soft light emitted by gold coins.

The magic ring given to Roger by Fis is an ordinary magic amplification ring. It is said to be a magic amplification, but it actually helps the caster control the spell more accurately, so as to cast the spell with less magic power. Judging from the results, it is generally possible to make the mage release an extra low-level magic.

Roger walked towards his small building with powerful steps. He felt that he had never been as vigor as he was today in his life. All the scenery under the night seemed to emit golden light. Gold coins, jewelry, and beauty were flying around Roger. Haha, looking at the towering breasts and long legs, it was really pleasing to the eye, as if it was real. "Why is this face a little familiar? It's good-looking, beautiful enough. Where have you seen it?... This is not an illusion!" Roger suddenly woke up from his illusion, staring at the other end of the alley in a daze, and the samurai warrior Qiwei walked over with a fierce look.

"I've been looking for you for two months!" The sound that squeezed out from the teeth rang out like a death knell.
Chapter completed!