Blasphemy

Chapter 4: The Hive

The entire Rhine City was covered in snow. Sunlight reflects colourfully through the tree top ice. The filth and ugliness in the city seemed to have been cleaned up. This year, winter in the Rhine City came early, exactly as the nobles and the rich wanted. It was time for the ladies and ladies of the rich families to show off their new winter clothes.

The Solon district in the southwest was a poor forgotten area. People who are involved in various low-class jobs are gathered here. This place is also a haven for criminals. Winter is not a good thing for the people here because dilapidated houses need to be repaired, winter clothes and fuel need to be prepared.

On the edge of Solon District, Roger was standing in front of a small two-story old building and looking at his new nest in satisfaction. The location of this small building is great for some people, for example Roger. Not far from the small building there is a cemetery that is not large, with several tall oak trees around so that this place looks a bit dark even on a sunny day.

Roger happily opened the door and stepped in. This small building seemed to be uninhabited for several days as much of the furniture was covered in dust and cobwebs. Half of the window is not working. The wooden staircase from the living room leads to the second floor. There are three rooms on the second floor, one large and two small. Roger plans to make a large room as a workspace, while the other two small rooms will be used as storage rooms and laboratories. I don't know what Roger could research, at least for now.

Because of its unique location, this small building only cost 50 gold coins. A week ago, it was Roger's living expenses and academy for a year. But now Roger still had 350 gold coins in his pocket. The magic wand he took from the mercenary magician a week ago was of good quality, as was the water orchid stone on the stick. It was very helpful to the witch who liked water magic. Since Roger's battle record was good, he defeated two soldiers and a lone witch, Lance and others thought that the wand should have been Roger's. After concluding the battle that day for a few days, Roger thought that this wand was not very important to him now, so he sold the magic wand for 400 gold coins.

Roger never had this much money. The annual tax income of the Viscount of Rivers alone was only 300 gold coins, automatically he did not have much money left for his son. Moreover, bankrupt nobles are still nobles, a grand social event remains to be attended. The heavy economic pressure made the Viscount of Rivers even more temperamental.

A week later, the interior of the building was finished. The new furniture cost 20 gold coins. Currently Roger is content to lie on his mattress which is in the workspace. According to Roger, there is nothing wrong with having a mattress in the workspace. Gold coins were piled around him. No matter how much thirst the nobility bankrupt against gold coins. After many times back and forth, Roger finally fell asleep from exhaustion. The next day he slept again until sunset. “Aaahhh!” Roger who stretched his waist down from the mattress and landed on the floor with some gold coins. This sound is really fun.

Sleep until satisfied, count the money until the hands cramp. This is the definition of Roger's happy life.

For the next month, Roger returned to his little house once in a while and set up many traps. Lance and friends also play to Roger's new residence and give a lot of ideas. Most of them were of course jokes, but there were also unexpected ideas. The governing power of these beginners is limited but there are some things that can be plucked from harm.

During this time, Roger learned a new spell; the Finger of Fire. Killing the enemy with small bursts of fire emitted from the fingers, but the natural strength of these level two spells was also extremely limited.

After learning that spiritual power could also be used, Roger again practiced vigorously. However, aside from throwing the fat cat, Roger has not made any progress since January. He finally understood the meaning of the saying learning anything should be gradual. As his enthusiasm decreased, Roger started looking for Ed and the others to play around with.

Roger almost forgot that he still had a bunch of skeletons.

To do a good job must first sharpen the tools. Roger still understood the saying. The sheer number of scars left by the oak tree also made Ed and the others understand the saying. They bought high-quality equipment at the same time, of course including some objects that were less in line with the status of knights and nobles. Roger bought a beautiful arrow that fit three arrows at once and there was a simple spell that could increase magic penetration. “This is much better than vegetable plate.” Roger shamelessly told Ed. Ed felt the same way and suggested adding an anesthetic to the arrow. Roger immediately applied it.

Roger and friends did not go out to play for a month other than spending their monthly money to buy equipment. The main reason was the fear of meeting those few mercenaries again. If serious, those few people were enough to beat them all up. Although the mercenaries would not kill the nobles openly, they could make Roger and the comrades suffer from physical pain. Moreover, most of the mercenaries were good at punishing people. Every time I remember Stephy's kick, Lance would tremble and close his legs.

Black flames lit up and burned these reports, without even leaving ashes. The ice finger was not injured by the fire.

The Golden Lion stood up without taking heart of his deeds, then he walked to the front of the window. The window faces east, the sunset leaving a reddish tint. Ofirok's eyes seemed to pierce through hundreds of miles and landed in Rhine City. The setting sun made the rivers and mountains appear red. Ofirok's blood was boiling, his heart was already in the house that was on earth. As if hiding in purgatory, Elise looked at Ofirok who was looking at mountains and rivers. His gaze that was like melting ice, silver white light flashed like the blade of a death god.

For the first time, the snow was melted by the spring sunshine. Roger exits Faith's lab and secretly watches melted snow drip from the roof. Roger and Faith talked all night. After asking some questions around the magic circle, Roger and Faith who had a lot in common in bad habits chatted. After talking about the legend of the legendary powerful mage, Faith suddenly sighed. “Ingin to be a powerful magician, can not be done without money.”

Both of Roger's eyes were shining. “Yes, any equipment from a great magician is priceless. The magic wand I snatched from the witch last time was worth hundreds of coins.” Then, their topic turned to the topic of how witches make money.

“Roger, you have money now. Of course it is still far from enough, even decent magic materials you cannot afford. You've been following me for a long time and I'm not giving you anything. This magic ring is useful to you, this black crystal is also of good quality, but you have to rely on yourself to make it into magic equipment. You can ask me if anything is not understood from the magic circle. The rest should rely on you alone. The magic power increase could not be done in one or two days. If you want to be strong quickly, you can only make money. If you have money, you can only have good magic equipment. Once you are strong, you can become richer. Which of the influential figures in the history of the mainland whose wealth does not rival that of the state? Those great witches had one or two artifacts. As for the founding figures, emperors, generals, they couldn't help but have money. And which war doesn't cost money?”

Faith hasn't finished talking. “If talking about making money, knowledge is also involved. The way to make money lies in knowing the situation and winning people. Know the general situation of the world, then know where it is moving, follow it, it is automatically everywhere. As for getting to know people, you know that the workforce is sometimes lacking. No matter how smart you are, you are not omnipotent. If it could hire talented people, wealth would continue to flow in. The last point is to surrender. You have to have self-awareness, know when to step forward and back. If something cannot be done, then you must dare to admit defeat. Sometimes losing, if not fatal, why not get back up? Roger, your only shortcoming is to be less persistent and patient. Doing anything can't be rushed. If you have time, look at the General History of the Mainland. The path that the predecessors passed could be used as a lesson. You should know that the important thing is not that you run faster than everyone else, but that you choose the right path.”

Roger heard it to his astonishment and blood churned. Who would have thought if Faith, who was usually calm on the outside crazy on the inside, had this kind of opinion. Roger felt enlightened, his heart filled with the glint of gold coins.

The magic ring Faith gave Roger was an ordinary magic power-enhancing ring, actually to help control the spells to be stronger, so as to use spells with less magic. Judging from the results, it can usually make the magician release another one of the low-level magic.

Roger walked towards his small building with strong strides. He had never felt as excited in his entire life as he was now. All the scenery at night seemed to emit a golden light. Gold coins, gems, beautiful women, all flying around Roger. Look at this plump chest and these two slender legs, it's so beautiful as real.

“Why is this face a little familiar? Pretty enough. Where have I seen him? …. This is not a hallucination!”

Roger suddenly regained his senses from his delusion and stared at the end of the alley with wide eyes. Stephy the warrior girl walked over here with a terrifying aura.

“I've been looking for you for two months!” His voice sounded like death bells.