Traveling to the world of sword and magic, Linn awakened the weakest profession [Summoner].
The "Occupational Risk Notice" clearly states: Summons are weak, have low intelligence, and grow slowly, and must be carefully cultivated while walking on thin ice.
He signed the contract and was ready to start his long and difficult journey of cultivation.
However, he recited the incantation and summoned the first skeleton soldier, which blinked the blue soul fire and asked him in a smooth Northeastern accent: "Brother, where can I get the novice mission?"
Before he could react, the summoning circle began to flash wildly.
"Don't squeeze in the back! Get in line to log in!"
"Why is this birth spot so small? Bad review!"
"Where is the NPC? Hand over the mission quickly!"
Looking at the sea of white flowers and noisy skeletons in front of him, who used the obsidian practice wall as an interactive scene to study, and listening to the constant prompts from the system in his mind [Warning: Summoning channel overload], Lin En fell into a deep silence.
He suddenly remembered the message on the title page of "The Beginner's Guide to Summoners": "Patience is the most beautiful quality of a Summoner."
Looking at the pioneer skeleton who had begun to pick at the cracks in the wall with his finger bones and tried to teach the skeleton next to him to sing "dig, dig", Linn felt that the person who wrote this book must have never seen what is called the fourth natural disaster.
And he, the trainee summoner who should theoretically be the "master", has the only task at the moment: to learn how to be a good "game administrator" before this group of lawless "players" tear down the entire world.
