The atmosphere in the hospital may seem noisy, but it is actually quite gloomy.

Joys and sorrows are played out here every day.

Xisha and his family waited quietly in the lounge, and there were also family members of other patients waiting for news.

Occasionally, faint sobs could be heard around.

The three of them would glance at each other, then retract their gaze.

They are a little scared, afraid that they will be like these weeping family members, and there is not much 'hope'.

In the middle of the night, the three of them couldn't resist the drowsiness, sat on the chair and fell asleep, and then their heads knocked and woke up again in an instant.

I woke up like this, and soon it was dawn.

During this time, they did not see the doctor to inform them of anything, let alone the nurse to say anything to them.

Qi's father couldn't help it, and watched a nurse come out of the ICU, so he stepped forward and asked, "Nurse, may I ask, how is Qi Shaoqiu's condition?" ”

"He's in a good condition, and he's probably recovering slowly."

As soon as these words came out, the three members of the Qi family breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts.

Seeing their tired appearances, the nurse suggested, "You really can't help here, you might as well go back and rest." When you are really tired, and you need something to do, you can't help, but drag it down, go to the ICU, you don't have to take care of anything, go back and rest. ”

With that, the nurse walked away quickly.

Father Qi thought for a while and said, "You two go back first, wife, you sleep for a while, boil some porridge, and then come over for me." Xiao Sha, you go to the Sword Gym and deal with the affairs of the Knife Gym. Shaoqiu has become like this, and most of the sword halls will not be able to open. ”

Xisha pursed her lips, she felt very unwilling.

The Sword Gym is the result of a lot of hard work by the eldest brother and her, and it is finally on the right track now, but now such a thing has happened.

Translocation, no one is reconciled.

"Our Qi family has a beginning and an end, return all the money that should be refunded, and then apologize to those students."

Xisha nodded, no matter how unwilling she was, there was no way.

He doesn't know how to practice swordsmanship, and his father practices well, but now that he is old and has other work to deal with, it is impossible for him to take over his eldest brother's work.

Is the sword hall just closed?

Xisha got out of the hospital, also swept a shared bicycle, and slowly rode in the direction of the knife hall.

In her mind, the sword hall must be blocked by many students now.

Let's get the money back.

Alas...... She let out a long sigh and pedaled the shared bike weakly.

Even if she knew that the Sword Gym was closed, she still wanted to see this situation later.

But even if she stepped on it more slowly, an hour later, she still returned to the sword hall.

She stared blankly at the door.

The imaginary students did not make trouble, and in the sword hall, there was still a noisy sound of practice as usual.

It's just that the person who shouted the password and action this time was no longer Qi Shaoqiu, but a voice that made her heart beat even more.

Rowland.

She slowly returned to the sword hall, and many students who were familiar with her took the initiative to say hello to her.

Then she walked to the edge of the concrete field and stood quietly for a while.

Roland let the students practice on their own, then walked up to Xisha and asked, "How is Shaoqiu's situation?" ”

"The nurse said that the body was stable." Xisha blinked and pointed to the inside of the cement field: "What's the situation?" ”

"Qi Shaoqiu shouldn't be able to teach people recently, so I'll take it." Roland smiled: "Anyway, I'm a vagrant, so it's no problem to take time to come here every day." When Shaoqiu is well, he will return the sword hall to him. ”

Xisha carefully counted the number of trainees, and it didn't seem to have decreased: "Doesn't anyone want a refund?" ”

"No, not one." Roland waved his hand.

Xisha looked at the lively knife hall as usual, and then looked at Roland who was smiling.

She felt like crying.

I want to laugh too, and my heart beats harder.

There are many things I want to say, but I can't say them, and finally a thousand words are combined into one sentence: "Have you had breakfast?" ”

"Not yet, it's urgent."

"Wait, I'll do it for you."

Xisha turned around and walked towards the kitchen, his steps were brisk, and the whole person was not sleepy at once.

The matter of the Sword Hall, Roland carried it down.

His Miao Dao skills are now more powerful than Qi Shaoqiu, and in the game, he is still the president of a magic tower, and he also has management experience, which is not difficult for him.

I stayed in the knife hall for a day, and breakfast, lunch and dinner were all solved here.

I have to say that Xisha's cooking skills are really good.

Roland thought that Xisha's best thing was breakfast, but the quality of the middle and evening meals was much higher than he imagined.

The midday dishes were delicious, but the real exaggeration was the dinner.

She actually made boiled cabbage (state banquet version), and then there was kung pao chicken, pure fried green pepper shreds.

Each dish is surprisingly delicious.

Although it is not as good as a real chef, it is already quite high among ordinary people.

After returning home, Roland told his parents that he would not be home for dinner for the rest of the year.

Mother immediately came over and asked, "Then where are you eating?" Who does it for you? ”

"There's a girl to help with it, and she's pretty good."

"When will I take it home and see." Mother's eyes lit up.

"There's going to be a chance."

Roland left this sentence and went back to his room.

After taking a shower, Roland brushed the forum.

Players are still the same, actively exploring the world.

More and more players are leaving Hollevon to work in other countries.

The game world is too big, and the country of Hollevin is too small.

The next few days passed very simply, Roland worked as an acting master in the sword hall during the day, and entered the game at night, and a group of mages carried out soil transformation on the swamp.

Qi Shaoqiu's recovery was faster than expected, and he was out of the ICU on the third day and moved to the general ward.

On the fourth day, the two murderers who attacked Qi Shaoqiu were caught.

According to their confessions, they had a conflict with Qi's father, so they poured their anger on their son Qi Shaoqiu.

But when Roland went to visit Qi Shaoqiu in the hospital, Qi's father was also present, and when they talked about it, they said that things were not as simple as they seemed.

Because although the two relatives knew each other, they didn't have much intersection at all.

The so-called contradictions are just a few quarrels.

There is simply no way to be so ruthless.

But that's the end of the story, Father Qi doesn't seem to want Roland to get involved in his 'private affairs'.

Qi Shaoqiu was in the hospital, and he also met Jin Wenwen for the second time, and Roland didn't know what they talked about.

It's just that from that day on, Qi Shaoqiu's heart seems to have returned.

It's not as salty as it used to be.

Help out at the knife gym during the day and in the game at night.

A month has passed.

Qi Shaoqiu's body has almost recovered, and he can already take over the work of the Sword Art Hall.

In general, after the successful reoperation of the amputated limb, it will take at least half a year for the amputated limb to be reproduced in good condition.

Qi Shaoqiu can do more than a month, and the physical fitness of people who practice martial arts is strong.

However, when Roland and Qi Shaoqiu were fighting, they obviously found that the strength of Qi Shaoqiu's right hand was lower.

After all, it is the arm that was brought back, and it is definitely not as good as it was before the injury.

In the game, after Roland and dozens of mages, a month of non-stop transformation, the entire swamp has become fertile soil.

Beta hired someone to design the layout of the city, do a transportation plan, and even make a five-year development plan.

There are a lot of talented players in the game, and as long as you have money, you can always ask a professional to help you.

And Beta also allocated a piece of land in the city to O'Neill as promised.

After getting the land certificate, O'Neill took Roland's hand and thanked him a thousand times.

In this world, all the land is owned by the owner, and it seems to be deep in the mountains and old forests, but it is still the territory of a nobleman.

Many player guilds are just renting the land of a certain nobleman and temporarily building a guild station.

This sense of uncertainty under the fence makes many guilds dare not and cannot vigorously develop their own power.

But if there is a territory of its own, the situation is different.

That's why O'Neill is so excited.

The territory is there, the rules of the city are there, but there is a shortage of manpower.

Lack of money.

It's not easy to build a big city like the one on the blueprints.

"Brother Roland, what should I do?" Beta put his head in his hands in distress: "I've calculated, if you build a city according to this drawing, you will need at least six thousand gold coins." ”

Now a gold coin can be exchanged for RMB18,000, that is to say, to build such a city, it will take at least 100 million yuan to build a foundation for materials alone.

Beta's family is just well-off, and so much money can be made there.

The big city of Hollevon is not built after hundreds of years of development, and Beta wants to build it in a few months, how can it be done without spending money.

Roland looked at the drawings and said with a smile: "The wool is out of the sheep, isn't it okay to make a stroke of the player?" ”

"How?" Beta didn't get it.

"Why don't you open your head?" Roland explained, "You go to the forums, send in the rules blueprints, and tell the players that you need help building a city. Whether it is a contribution or a contribution, it can be converted into the so-called 'points', and then two pieces of land are drawn out, the one in the city is for individual players to build their own houses, and many open spaces outside the city are divided into large areas for the guilds to build a station. People or organizations with high points will get more land, and if the points are not enough to change land, they can use the points to convert them into gold coins and use them for land purchases. ”

Beta was stunned: ", this method is good, why didn't I think of it!" It is worthy of playing tricks, and his mind is really treacherous. ”

After saying something that I don't know if it was positive or negative, Beta ran away.

Half an hour later, Beta's post appeared on the forum and immediately became a hot topic, causing a round of exaggerated replies and discussions.

Roland, on the other hand, used teleportation to return to the city of Motathos.

Then went to the basement.

He was surprised to find that the magic element in it was so thick that ordinary people could almost feel it.

The 'sun' and the eight 'planets' are still orbiting in their own orbits, and their volumes are the same.

Nothing has changed.

It's their trajectory, affected by the thick magical element, that slows down a lot.

"It's an exaggerated phenomenon of magic abundance."

Roland absorbed the magic and found that the absorption speed and conversion rate were unusually high.

If he can figure out the principle of magic abundance and use it for his own use, then Roland is sure that the need to build a floating city by himself will be at least half of what he planned.