"Are you Roland?"

When the person in front of Roland had a happy face, blonde hair and blue eyes, a tall body, and a faint smell of silly on his face. No need to think about it, you can tell that it was a player at a glance.

Roland blinked: "Who are you?"

"Zigfe of the United Progress Organization." The player walked up and shook hands with Roland very enthusiastically, and shook them hard for a while: "I have always wanted to talk to you, but I have never had time. I didn't expect that I actually met you here. It's great, this is fate."

Roland couldn't stand the other person's enthusiasm.

Young people today, including Roland, are not very good at dealing with those who are particularly enthusiastic. It is not that they do not have social skills, but that the new generation has a relatively deserted personality, and the relationship between work colleagues, clients and friends is very clear.

For strangers, normal social greetings are not short of, but they are a little uncomfortable to ask them to chat with each other enthusiastically or be greeted by each other enthusiastically.

So Roland had to smile hard and said, "Hello, I am indeed Roland. What's the matter with me?"

"Can you sit in the tavern and talk?" Ziegfei pointed to the side.

Roland pondered for a while. He wanted to refuse, but Ziegfei looked expectant and full of enthusiasm.

There was no way, Roland had to agree.

The two sat down in the tavern.

There are very few people in the tavern, and it may be because there is no contact with the wine spot.

After calling two glasses of fruit wine, Ziegfei said to Roland, "Roland, you must have heard of our United Progress Organization."

"You often send posts from people on the forums and look for like-minded friends. I have seen the posts you posted several times."

Ziggfei smiled happily, and then continued, "We have been paying attention to you. Now most players have started to cherish their own things and are unwilling to publish their new discoveries or research results at will. Even if they are announced, they have to use forum coins to buy post content and make money in disguise."

Roland listened quietly, and he did see the trend.

"But you are different. You are still publishing your knowledge for free." Ziegfei said admirably: "You have a spirit of sharing. Several core personnel of our association unanimously agree that you should join us."

Roland was stunned: "Now?"

"Of course, now, any career should be as early as possible." Ziegfei smiled and said, "We need strong partners who understand our behavior."

Roland frowned: "It's not the time."

"Why?" Ziegfei was a little surprised.

"Our players are not strong enough," Roland explained: "I personally do not object to what you want to do. I don't have any good feelings for the nobles and national systems of this world. But now is not the time."

"You mean we are not strong enough?" Ziegfei asked slowly.

Roland nodded.

Ziggfei smiled and said, "Don't worry, we have also considered this. After all, we need to have a gun. Everyone has learned politics and understands it. So we are still in the accumulation stage and have no plans to take action."

Roland felt much more relieved when he heard this.

But he was a little curious: "How many people have you developed?"

"There are more than a thousand players joining our federation now." Ziggfei smiled and said, "And there are more than 10,000 people. They are living in the suburbs with us. We burn forests and farm fields, dig mountains and rivers, and have built a small town. A small town that operates completely according to our system."

Hearing this, Roland took a breath of air conditioning: "More than 10,000 people?"

Ziegfei nodded, looking very satisfied.

"This is a little too big," Roland murmured: "I feel something might be going to happen."

"It's okay, we have also considered this. The soldiers come to block the generals and the water comes to cover the soil." Ziggfei smiled and said, "We know very well the quality of the soldiers of the surrounding lords, and it is not worth it."

"No." Roland shook his head: "I'm afraid that the gods will join in this matter."

Ziggfei was silent for a while and said, "I am a little worried, so we live in the suburbs and try not to deal with the believers of the gods."

Roland was drinking the fruit wine and was silent.

Ziggfei looked at Roland's expression for a while, and then asked, "Roland, are you willing to join us?"

Roland thought for a while and replied, "Can I think about it for a few days?"

"Of course there is no problem. If you figure it out, you can come to the suburbs to find us. It's easy to find it." Ziggfei smiled and stood up: "It's getting late, so I'll return the salt to the town."

This is the best thing about the system backpack. It has something on it, and no one can see it or grab it.

After Siegf left, Roland finished drinking the fruit wine, asked the bartender about the direction of the chamber of commerce, then left the tavern and walked slowly on the street.

This is a commercial city, and people are very lively. Roland walked while considering what Ziegfei said just now.

What Ziggie and the others did was just, there was no need to question this, but they were too impatient.

Now the system and ideas have been copied, and a small town has been built.

Actions are very efficient, but their strength is not enough.

The most important thing is that they have revealed their intentions when they do so. If they are discovered, the gods will definitely be wary of such thoughts in the future.

At that time, if you want to spread it, the obstacles will be much greater.

Hopefully I'm thinking too much...

As he walked, Roland came to the door of the Chamber of Commerce.

He was about to ask the guards outside if there was a man named Lolafoy here.

As a result, before the words were spoken, a young man walked out of it, waved to Roland and smiled, "Roland, here is here."

Roland walked over and asked, "Rollafor?"

The player nodded. He was very straightforward in doing things and took out a black gem from the system backpack: "This thing can help you find the red magic tower."

Roland handed over ten gold coins.

Both parties hand over the money and deliver the goods in the same way.

After getting the gold coins, the player was about to leave, but he turned back and asked, "By the way, are you willing to accept the employment of our players?"

Roland looked puzzled: "We have a system backpack. Even if we are merchants, as long as we are players, we don't have to worry about the stolen goods."

Rollafort shook his head: "It's not a problem with the trade route, it's because our boss received a blue task and was stuck in a certain step, and needed a text translation. But we found a lot of people, but they didn't know what those texts mean, and no one understood it."

Oh, it turns out that I like my "knowledgeable words".

"Is that a task trouble?"

"It's not a hassle. We'll give you money, how about a gold coin?" Rollaford thought for a while and continued: "There should be a lot of experience in this mission, after all, it's a blue mission."

"Check it." Roland nodded.

As a businessman, he immediately discovered Roland's "needs". Roland doesn't care about a gold coin, but he must get the character experience.

Now Roland has gradually begun to lack money and experience in character.
Chapter completed!