The first sight after the snow. The whole city of the Rhine was draped in silver. The sunlight reflects the colors through the ice edges of the treetops, and all the squalor and ugliness of the city seems to have been cleansed. Winter in the Rhine came a little earlier this year, and the nobility and the rich were just right. It's time for ladies and ladies to show off their new winter dresses again.

The southwestern district of Solon, the slum of the city, is a forgotten corner where people in all kinds of lowly occupations are concentrated, and it is also a paradise for criminals. Winter is not a good thing for the people here, the dilapidated houses need to be repaired, and the clothes and fuel for the winter need to be prepared.

On the edge of the Sauron district, Rogge was standing in front of an old two-story building, looking at his new nest with satisfaction. The location of the small building is excellent, of course this is only for a few people, such as Rogge. Not far from the small building is a small cemetery, surrounded by several tall oak trees. Even on a sunny day, it's a bit eerie.

Rogge opened the door in a happy mood and walked in. The small building seems to have been idle for a while, and the few pieces of furniture are full of dust and cobwebs. Half of the blinds are not very useful, and a wooden staircase leads to the second floor from the living room. On the second floor there were three rooms, one large and two small, the large one that Rogge intended to use as a study for himself, and the two smaller ones, one for the storage room and the other for the laboratory. God knows what Rogge can experiment with, at least for now.

Due to its unique location, the small building cost Rogge only 50 gold coins, which just a week ago was Rogge's living expenses and tuition fees for a year. But now Rogge still has 350 gold coins in his pocket, and the staff he snatched from the mercenary mage a week ago is of good quality, and the grade of the water blue stone on it is good, which is of great help to the mage who loves the water system. Due to Rogge's brilliant record, one person was able to settle the opponent's two warriors and a magician, and Lance and the others had no doubt that the staff should belong to Rog. And after spending a few days summarizing the day's battle, Rogge decided that this thing didn't mean much to him now, so he sold his magic wand for 400 gold coins.

Rogge has never taken so much money, and the old Viscount Rivers' various tax income is only 300 gold coins a year, so naturally there will not be much surplus for his son. What's more, the declining aristocracy is also an aristocracy, and the necessary social pomp still has to be talked about, and the heavy economic pressure makes the old Rivers more and more irritable.

By the time the building was set up, it would be another week later, and the new furniture cost Rogge 20 gold coins. Now Rogge was lying on the bed in his study, (in his taste, he didn't think there was anything wrong with having a bed in the study), and there were piles of gold coins around him, and God knows how much the son of a declining aristocrat had a thirst for them. After counting countless times, Rogge finally fell asleep with exhaustion, and slept again the next day. "Ahhh''''''''''''h Stretching his waist, Rog jumped up from the bed and landed on the ground with several gold coins clanging. It's a pleasant sound.

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

Over the next month, Rog would return to his nest from time to time and add many traps and traps to it. Lens and others have come to Rogge's new nest one after another, and several people have also come up with a lot of ideas, naturally most of them are spoofs, but there are also occasional unexpected ideas. Of course, the power of these rookie things is limited, but there are some merits in the insidiousness.

During this time, Rogge learned a new spell, the Flame Finger. It relies on a small puff of flame emanating from a finger to kill enemies, but this second-level spell is naturally extremely powerful.

After discovering that spiritual power can also be used as a stumbling horse, Rogge began to practice hard with enthusiasm. But apart from the fact that the cat that was thrown out had gained a little weight, nothing has been achieved since January. Rogge finally understood the truth that fat people don't eat in one bite, and his blood subsided, and he began to look for Etter again and began to fool around.

Rogge had almost forgotten that he still had a skeleton.

If you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools. Rogge still understands this. The many scars left by the "Old Oak" in the First World War also made Etter and others understand this truth with skin pain. Several people coincidentally purchased high-quality equipment, which naturally included some things that were not so in line with the knightly status and aristocratic demeanor. Rog bought a delicate elven arm crossbow that could hold three arrows at a time, with a simple charm attached to it to slightly increase magic penetration. "It's so much better than a plate. Rogge brazenly told Etter that Ette felt the same way and suggested adding anesthetic to the arrow, which was immediately adopted by Rogge.

A few bad friends honestly didn't go out for a month to fool around. In addition to spending them a lot of money on purchasing equipment, the main reason is that they are afraid of encountering those mercenaries again. Those guys, if any one of them gets serious, is enough to beat them all away. Although the other party will not openly kill a nobleman, the pain of flesh and skin is inevitable. Moreover, most of the mercenaries are good at torture. Whenever he thinks of the female warrior Qiwei's flirtatious legs, Lens always shuddered and subconsciously clamped his legs.

In the city lord's palace in Lille, the capital of the Duchy of Bavaria, two hundred miles west of the Rhine, Opirok was studying the reports of Rogge and others with great interest, especially Rogge's explanation of the crossbow poison and the mechanism in Rogge's nest. Elysses, the combination of icebergs and black flames, her slender fingers gently squeezed the report handed over by Opirok, as if holding a dirty thing. Blue nails sparkle in the sunlight from time to time. She grew more and more disgusted with them, and couldn't understand why Ophorok was so interested in such a few pieces of waste.

A black flame ignited, quickly reducing the reports to nothing, leaving not a trace of ash behind. The icy fingers, the fingers in the flames, were not hurt in the slightest.

The golden lion didn't care, stood up, and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. The window faces the east, and the setting sun paints everything in front of the window with a layer of blood red. Ophirok's gaze seemed to travel hundreds of miles of time and space and fell on the Rhine City.

The sunset is getting redder and redder, and thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are like blood. Ophirok's blood was slowly boiling, and his heart was already looking over the earth. Elesis seemed to be hidden in the black fire of purgatory, looking at the blood-stained mountains and rivers, and the rising Ophilok. The ice-like eyes slowly melted, and a silver-white light flashed, like the cold light on the scythe of death.

The snow melted for the first time in the spring sun, and Rogge walked out of Feith's lab and silently watched the melted snow fall from the roof. Rogge and Faith had a long talk all night, and after asking some questions about the magic array, the master and apprentice, who had many things in common in bad habits, chatted about each other. After telling the legend of countless legendary powerful magicians, Firth suddenly sighed: "If you want to become a powerful magician, you can't do it without money." Rogge's eyes also lit up: "Yes, any piece of equipment from those great magicians is priceless." Even the staff I snatched from that magician last time was worth a few hundred gold coins. So the conversation naturally turned to the topic of how magicians should make money.

"Rogge, you have some money now. Of course, these are not enough, and even decent magic ingredients cannot be afforded. You've been with me for so long, and the teacher hasn't given you anything. This magic ring can still be of some use to you. And this black crystal, good quality. But it's up to you to make him into magical equipment. If there's anything you don't understand about the magic array, come and ask me again. The rest is up to you. The improvement of magic power is not a matter of one or two days, if you want to become strong quickly, you can only make money, and if you have money, you can have good magic equipment, and when you are strong, you can be even richer. Among the influential figures in the history of the mainland, which one is not rich and rivals. As for the Great Magisters, each of them had one or two artifacts. And the founding figures, emperors and generals, have no money. And what war is not a war that burns money?"

Faith couldn't get enough of it. "If you want to make money, this knowledge is not small. The way to make money is first to know the situation, and the second is to win souls. Know the general trend of the world, know the general trend, follow the trend, and naturally meet the source everywhere. When it comes to knowing people, you must know that manpower is sometimes poor, and if you are extremely smart, you will not be omnipotent. I can gather the world's heroes and sages for my use, and it goes without saying that the wealth is rolling. The last point is to be able to discard. People are self-aware, can advance and retreat, see things and can't do anything, and have the courage to break their wrists and admit defeat. Lose once or twice, as long as you don't hurt your muscles and bones, why not make a comeback. Rogge, you're good at everything, just less perseverance and patience. I can't rush this matter, and I have time to look at the general history of the mainland, and the road taken by the predecessors will always be a little bit of a reference. The important thing is not that you run faster than others on a road, but that you choose the right path. ”

Rogge was stunned when he heard it, and his heart was full of blood. How could I have thought that this usually dull and dull Fez, could have such an opinion. Rogge only felt that the world in front of him suddenly opened up, and his heart was filled with the soft light emitted by the gold coin.

The magic ring that Faith gave to Rogge was a normal magic amplification ring. It is said to be a mana amplification, but it is actually to help the caster control the spell more precisely, so that the spell can be cast with less mana. As a result, it usually causes the mage to cast one more low-level magic.

Rogge walked with powerful steps towards his small building. He only felt that he had never been so energetic in his life as he was today, and everything in the night seemed to shine with golden light. Gold coins, jewelry, and beauties flutter around Rogge's body. Hehe, look at this towering chest, look at these long legs, it's really eye-catching, it seems to be real. "Why is this face a little familiar? It's good-looking, it's glamorous enough. Where have you seen it?...... It's not an illusion!" Rogge suddenly woke up from his illusion and looked at the other side of the alley in amazement, where the samurai Kivi came over in a smug body.

"I've been looking for you for two months now!" The sound that came out of his teeth rang like a death knell.

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