After rebirth, one gold coin bought the Elf Princess

Just as the tyrant was feeling dizzy and unable to move his limbs, floating on the water like a bag of flour, Roland moved.

His targeting of tyrants is a form of hypnotic therapy.

He did not attack the tyrant, but just slightly changed the terrain and cast some illusions. The damage the tyrant suffered was entirely due to his recklessness.

According to the rules of this world, they still default to a neutral state.

Since it is in a neutral state, Roland can heal the tyrant.

Hypnotherapy is an extremely effective treatment that can quickly restore lost vitality. The only side effect is that it will cause you to fall into a hypnotic state.

The original intention of this magic is good. Through hypnosis, the wounded can be made to give up unnecessary resistance, so that the treatment effect will be better.

But at this time, this hypnosis therapy became the last straw that broke the camel's back for the tyrant.

The tyrant only felt that his body was warm and comfortable, and the injured and bleeding parts were gradually healing.

It seemed as if there was a magnetic voice calling it from nowhere, telling it to go to a safe place.

It involuntarily moved its limbs in the direction of the sound and slowly came ashore.

If anyone was watching, they would see a magician with a sly smile lazily sitting on the lakeshore, manipulating a giant crocodile to the shore and into the sand.

It’s a pity that no one appreciates such a wonderful picture.

Roland sighed lightly and suppressed his smile, watching the giant crocodile's body sink into the sand sea bit by bit. The huge crocodile disappeared like a small fish being swallowed.

He maintained the small bubbles to supply oxygen to the giant crocodile and continued to hypnotize it.

It was not until the giant crocodile's body penetrated nearly a hundred meters into the quicksand that the connection between him and the giant crocodile was finally severed.

The moment the hypnosis treatment was interrupted, the ground began to shake violently.

Obviously, the giant crocodile was unwilling to die in such a humiliating way, and it wanted to struggle.

Roland wouldn't give it a chance.

He snapped his fingers, and the soft quicksand turned into hard rock again.

The terrain changes.

A simple third-level magic put the final nail in the tyrant's coffin.

He did not look back to see the tyrant's death throes, but cast his eyes westward.

The setting sun is blood-red and night is about to fall.

The hunt is over.

The tyrant had a strong desire to survive and struggled violently. His roars, full of anger, could be heard faintly.

Unfortunately, it never saw the murderer's true face until it died.

Roland has countless ways to kill it, and this is a relatively labor-saving one.

When the tyrant was dug out, his eyes were wide open and he died with his eyes open.

Seeing its frustrated look, Roland comforted it softly, "Brother Crocodile, I'm a magician. How can I fight with you?"

"Don't worry, your skin will be put to good use. You can close your eyes now."

Volume 178: City of Freedom: Chapter This Time I Can Really

After getting the crocodile skin, Roland did not let go of the tyrant's body.

Except for the useless flesh and blood, all other usable parts were removed and taken away.

Checking his surroundings, he unexpectedly discovered the dead body of Niu Niu lying on the small platform in the center.

Since the tyrant had no use for the bull, he had no choice but to accept it.

Cow horns and cowhides are both high-quality raw materials.

The strength of this bull is about late fourth stage. Its hide is several times tougher than ordinary hide. Although the leather armor made of it cannot be invulnerable to swords and guns, its defensive power is quite amazing.

Roland looked down on this grade of cowhide, but he could take it back and ask the logistics department to make a batch of high-quality leather armor to distribute to the loyal guards.

The Elf Guards are outstanding in both combat capability and loyalty, and this batch of cowhide armor is a reward for them.

The hide of the giant bull can be used to make at least hundreds of sets of half-body leather armor.

Elf warriors don't like heavy armor. High-quality leather armor is their favorite, and it is indeed suitable for them.

Roland searched again and found that the tyrant had little property, then shook his head in disappointment.

What a tyrant! He's nothing but a poor guy.

If the tyrant heard Roland's comments, he might be so angry that he would come back to life.

Magical beasts are different from humans. Just to shed their beast form will use up most of their life's good luck.

How many Warcraft can become demigods? If they are not demigods, how can they make equipment?

Roland just talks without any pain in his waist.

With his spoils, he drifted away.

This was the first time he used pure magician's methods to deal with high-level monsters.

Before this, he always wanted to find a balance between magic and physics and wanted to be a hexagonal warrior. This actual combat made his ideas change a little.

The hexagon does have balanced attributes and diverse means.

But the hexagonal attribute does not mean that hexagonal tactics must be used in battle.

No matter how much magic or martial arts he mastered, the skills he could use at the same time were very limited.

It is more important to use the right skills at the right time and in the right place than to have too many skills.

This battle from beginning to end was his trap for the tyrant.

The trap was perfect, now it was time to process the loot.

Aries gives him the special skills of [manufacturing] and [repairing].

This is not ordinary forging or alchemy. The list of [Manufacturing] skills even includes drawings of artifacts and main artifacts.

Unfortunately, they are all gray, and he needs to break through to the sixth level to unlock them.

The highest-grade magic equipment he could touch now was a quasi-artifact.

Returning to Hamburg, closing the study door, and opening the magic item manufacturing list, Roland was once again troubled by his difficulty in making choices.

Crocodile skin is best suited for making leather armor and leather boots.

He knew the size of the leather armor that would fit Janice, but he had no idea what size the shoes would be.

Feet are one of the most private parts of a girl. In conservative times, having one's feet seen is fatal.

Either get married or commit suicide, there is no third way.

The world of Tiamat is not so extreme. If girls’ feet are seen by strange men, they still have a third option.

Kill the offender.

Roland could of course ask Janice to cooperate with the measurement, but that would be a spoiler, and there would be no surprise when the gift was delivered.

It's a very troublesome problem indeed...

It is indeed troublesome for ordinary people, but he is a magician.

Roland's mind moved, and a magical creature with a strange shape walked out of the void.

He smiled at the magical creature, and the chic little thing disappeared into thin air.

Janice went out yesterday and hasn't come back yet. Her room is empty.

She has more than one pair of boots, so she must have spares at home.

Roland closed his eyes, sharing the magical creature's vision.

His gaze drifted from the window into Janice's room.

This made him feel ridiculous.

Sneaking into the boudoir of the former saint lady in this way has a bit of the flavor of stealing someone's beauty.

The magical creature used invisibility to avoid everyone's sight and entered Janice's room.

The little thing ran quickly towards the shoe rack.

There were three pairs of shoes neatly placed there, and they were very clean.

A pair of metal combat boots, a pair of leather boots, and a pair of cotton slippers.

The slippers had a cute little rabbit pattern on them, which gave Roland a new understanding of Janice.

After all, she was just a 19-year-old girl who had just reached adulthood. In another time and space, she would be a young student who had just entered the freshman year of college.

However, she is Bloody Yani with her hands stained with blood, the sharpest sword of the Divine Court, and the tentacle of the abyss reaching into the material plane.

She has too much to bear.

This pair of girlish slippers is probably her unknown side.

Roland originally planned to make a pair of boots with a simple shape, but now he has changed his mind.

The style of the boots can be more fashionable.

Janice would definitely like it.

The magical creature quickly measured Agnese's shoe size.

Slightly smaller than size 36 and slightly larger than size 35.

Compared to her height of about 1.7 meters, her little feet are quite delicate and small.

Thinking of Janice, who would loosen her feet after a busy day, and read a book by the desk with her slippers dangling, humming a song, Roland vaguely felt that she had some of the charm of a contemporary female college student.

The gift is decided, let’s make a pair of leather casual shoes.

As for heels, flat heels are fine.

After all, this is magic equipment, and it is meant to be worn in battle.

This is the real world.

There is no such absurd setting that high heels increase critical strike, black stockings increase attack speed, and bikinis increase defense.

Sexy high heels are insulated from fighting.

Just as Roland was about to control the magical creature to leave, he saw the bookcase out of the corner of his eye.

There were a lot of books there, and a box that looked odd.

Although it was impolite to rummage through things without permission, he could not help being curious.

"I just took a look. I don't have any bad intentions. I'm her future husband. What's wrong with caring a little about my fiancée's hobbies?"

Roland quietly found a way out for himself.

He opened the box carefully, his eyes fixed.

This is a pair of shoes, exquisite crystal high-heeled sandals.

The heel is seven centimeters and the upper is completely transparent.

I don’t know which artist created this pair of shoes, but the design is elegant and unique, full of nobility and yet playful.

This is not a pair of shoes, but a work of art.

Looking at the pair of crystal high heels that looked brand new without any signs of use, Roland was silent.

He closed the box silently and walked away.

He knew how to design leather boots.

Although ordinary high heels are not suitable for battlefields, there are exceptions to everything.

The tyrant was very thick-skinned. Even if he made a pair of high heels that were not used on the battlefield but purely for attending banquets, it wouldn't be a waste as long as Janice smiled.

Roland didn't know that shortly after he left, a pair of white hands reached out from the void and gently took away the box containing the high-heeled shoes.

"What an idiot. He can't even give a present. How can this guy find a wife?"

The soft complaining sound disappeared along with the fluctuations in the void.