Mages Are Too OP

by S.H.A aifu

As one of the first players to gain access to World of Falan—the first immersive game worldwide—Roland creates his character as a Mage. However, playing as a Mage is not as fun and easy as he thought. His head even explodes after he casts the very first spell in the game. sticking to his class when most Mages decide to create a new character, Roland gradually discovers tricks anew.

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Chapter 263 Isn"t It the Good Life?

"Do you really know what the profession of Saint Samurai stands for?"

Rommel said these words with a wry smile and a distinct hint of sarcasm.

Everyone's expressions were a bit foul. Suel was extremely upset, and he shouted, "Say what you have to say, don't play coy over there. Isn't it just a particularly powerful profession? What's the big deal."

"You guys really just think of the Saint Samurai as a profession." Rommel chuckled and shook his head. "Even though many people now think of this world as a real world, there are some concepts you still haven't really grasped."

Hawk nodded and said, "The Saint Samurai hold a high position in the Church of Light, we know that."

"No, you still don't get it." Rommel laughed aloud, a tremor in his voice. "You only think of the Saint Samurai as a profession, and you completely ignore its background notes. You subconsciously bring your previous gaming experience into this game, and you don't take these annotations as real at all."

The others didn't quite understand yet. But Link's expression, sensitive and pure as he was, changed drastically.

Hawk took a deep breath and his huge body took two steps forward. "Please elaborate."

"One of the basic principles of a Saint Samurai is honesty, which means that Schuck didn't lie at all just now, and that piece of equipment must have had an attribute that enhanced light theurgy, and that equipment must have been given to him by the Goddess of Light."

Suel said impatiently, "I told you, we know all this, we're just trying to force Schuck to give us some money. Everyone in F6 is rich anyway, how nice it'd be to extort some money out of them. if it's just this crap, you don't need to repeat it again."

"This is just the beginning, what follows is what I'm really trying to say." Rommel looked at Suel and continued to maintain his enigmatic smile. "Saint Samurai are above tens of thousands of people and only below one person in the Church of Light. They are magistrates themselves and have the privilege of initiating holy wars."

Suel leaned back, held his belly, and laughed aloud. "Spouting about the right to initiate a holy war, you think too much of Saint Samurai."

Rommel shook his head helplessly. "This is why your mindset still hasn't fully turned around. This is a very 'real' game, and the annotations are all real."

Everyone was silent.

Rommel continued, "Although Schuck looks no different from us—we are all players—in the eyes of the NPCs, Schuck is much nobler than us. As you have noticed before, Ans was willing to talk to the F6 trio but didn't really want to talk to us. Even though Hawk sometimes asked questions, he wouldn't answer directly, but looked at Betta and told the latter the answer."

The members of Silver Wings still remained silent.

Rommel continued, "If that piece of equipment was really a dungeon drop, we could naturally argue with reason, but that piece of equipment was really given to the Saint Samurai by the Goddess of Light—you have no idea how terrifying religious lunatics are. Anything related to a god becomes a holy relic, not to mention a gift from the gods. If the followers of the Goddess of Light knew that you tried futilely to lay your hands on the holy relic… hehe!"

The crowd was looking more and more unpleasant.

Sol argued forcibly: "That's impossible, I don't think Schuck is that powerful. If he's that powerful, why doesn't he send an expeditionary force to complete the quest? Why does he need to do it himself?"

"That's because Schuck's player habits haven't completely changed and he still subconsciously thinks of himself as a commoner." Rommel smirked. "But if you guys really want to take his equipment, he can always start a small-scale holy war and define Silver Wings as a hostile organization, and at that point, the guild will be attacked by the followers of Light wherever they are. Not to mention continuing development, it would be nice just to survive."

Suel's expression turned rather unpleasant.

Hawk was silent for a long moment, and then he said somewhat ruefully, "Things aren't that exaggerated."

"Things aren't that exaggerated?" Rommel laughed lightly. "I'm just an ordinary bishop now, but in fact, I can already apply for control of a church in a medium-sized city. The church's food, clothing, development plans, personnel arrangements, all are at my discretion. Think of it from another angle: who are Saint Samurai, aren't they ten times more powerful than a small bishop like me? What I can do, can he not do? Can't he do even more?"

Now there was no one dared to look Rommel in the eyes.

Looking at the silent players, Rommel didn't want to bother with them any longer, so he turned and walked away.

"Where are you going, if you withdraw from the guild?" Link couldn't help but ask.

"I'll go back and inherit the church," Rommel said in a relieved tone as he walked forward. "I had nothing better to do before so I stayed with you idiots. Isn't it a good life, to go back to the days of being in charge of the church, being a local tyrant, and teasing the priestesses whenever I want?"

Hawk would have stopped him, but by the determined look on the other man's face as he turned around, he already knew the matter was irrevocable.

"Making the wrong decisions again," Hawks said, rubbing his face in vexation. "This game is too real, it's absolutely not on the same level as the previous games. That old way of managing the guild, diplomatic strategies, and so on can't be used. It all has to be overturned and started over again."

Link consoled, "It's not your fault, we're all still figuring things out. You've done a good job. At least we didn't get annihilated as Moon Shadow did."

That wasn't a very appropriate consolation, and for a moment, Hawk's expression was even more depressed.

After a while, he said, "Let's go. If we stay any longer, the elven patrols will come for sure."

They started to move out of the woods, but their backs looked a bit sluggish, not at all happy about completing the epic quest.

Roland, Betta, and Schuck walked out of the woods, and into the borders of the prairie.

Stepping on the soft grass and riding the night breeze, the three of them subconsciously looked up at the sky.

Without the shade of the forest canopy, a sea of stars appeared before their eyes.

Due to the heavy light pollution on Earth, the stars were no longer visible in the cities.

But here, they could be seen clearly.

No matter what time of day, the starry sky offered a profound sense of serenity.

The three of them were silent for a while. Schuck pulled up Margret's hand and said, "Let's disperse. I'll make a trip back to the Holy Realm first. Oh right, you guys watch out for the guild chat interface later."

With that said, Margret shifted back into her dragon form. The red dragon's gargantuan body was still bruised but much better. Schuck jumped onto the dragon's back and waved to Roland and Betta.

Strong winds blew as the dragon flew up into the night sky.

And Roland and Betta soon saw Schuck's message in the system chat interface.

It turned out that he posted the information on the equipment in the chat room.

"Heart of Light."

Roland clicked on this tag, looked at it for a moment, and said with a smile, "No wonder he wouldn't show it to outsiders."

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Heart of Light (divine artifact)Light Empowerment: Increases the base strength of all light theurgy by 5%.

Simplify: All light theurgy consumption is reduced by 40%.

Amplify: Doubles the number of times light theurgy can be cast.

Providence: Every 24 hours, you automatically gain 50 EXP.

Grace: 1 to all the wearer's character's base stats.

Soulbound: Yu Kunpeng.

Five magic attributes, all of which made one envious. Ordinary magic equipment only had one attribute, and the ones with two were superb.

Not to mention the exaggerated values of each attribute.

But it was the last one that Roland was really surprised by.

There was nothing wrong with soulbound equipment, it was the name that was the problem.

Schuck's real name in reality was Yu Kunpeng.

This was the real reason why Schuck didn't want to show Suel the equipment's attributes. Nowadays, everyone knew that it was best not to reveal their own information on the internet—people's hearts were sordid and who knew what people would seek from the internet after finding out your name.

Although there were probably dozens or hundreds of people in the country with the name Yu Kunpeng, it was still easy to find the right one.

Plus, this thing, presumably the first divine artifact, was genuinely good enough to make some envious people harbor malicious thoughts.

Anyone the least bit smart would not have shown the attributes of the equipment to anyone else in this situation.

Roland couldn't help but leave a message in the guild chat room: "Why did you tell the Goddess of Light your real name?"

Schuck: "I didn't, I never did."

Roland: "How does she know?"

Schuck: "I don't know, I'll ask her about it when I get in touch with her next time."

Are gods omnipotent?

This thought came to Roland's mind, but he thought it a little ridiculous and unlikely.

If they were truly omnipotent, they wouldn't need believers.

It was probably a unique theurgy that could detect one's real name.

After coming to this conclusion, Roland looked to the side of Betta and asked, "What do you plan on doing next?"

"I'd like to stay here a little longer, a month or two."

Roland was somewhat surprised. "Why? Aren't you afraid that the elven patrols will chase you down ceaselessly?"

"I'm not afraid, I know Secondary Stealth." Betta smiled. "There are many spices and wild herbs here, I'll see if I can find a way to cultivate them. In the future, I'll buy an estate in the big city and grow more spices and wild herbs and see if I can transplant them. Eating greasy meat every day has almost got my throat filled with thick phlegm."

Well… this kid has a strange obsession with food.

But it's good to have pursuits.

Roland didn't speak any more than needed. Waving his hand and snapping his fingers, he directly activated Teleportation to teleport away.

Betta said enviously as he watched Roland be surrounded by pale blue magical light and then whoosh out of sight, "One has a flying vehicle and one can teleport. I'm the only pitiful one, taking the 11th route bus[1, ugh…"

He sighed in self-pity, then suddenly saw a figure walking over, swaying.

Betta instinctively used Secondary Stealth and crouched down in the grass to hide.

He had the Darkvision of dragons and when the figure came closer, Betta saw that it was a man… a skinny elf, swaying toward the woods.

This elf was very feeble, and Betta reckoned that he didn't even have a profession.

Although this elf was dressed in a gaudy suit, it was all dirty and he looked awful as if he was very weak.

Then Betta noticed that elf's gaudy suit was in the extravagant style of a human tailor.

It was completely different from the extremely flashy and exquisite style of the elves, and then he noticed that this elf had pointy ears that were a little shorter than the average elf.

A half-elf!

As soon as this thought occurred to Betta, the elf suddenly stopped, stood in place, and began to list from side to side, rocking for a while before falling to the grass.

Betta walked over and found that the elf had fainted.

He didn't know healing spells, so he could only take out a canteen from his Backpack, fill the elf's mouth with some water, and stuff in a piece of jerky.

The elf instinctively drank the water and ate the jerky, and about half an hour later, he woke up.

The elf's golden eyes were numb and nerveless, barely registering any emotion even at the sight of a stranger standing in front of him.

He looked at Betta steadily for a moment, then asked in a weak tone, "Why would you save a loser like me?"

Betta asked with some surprise, "Young man, the world is such a beautiful place, but if you're going to seek death, it's too much of a waste of life. Besides, you're so handsome. Even if you don't do anything and freeload, you'll be able to live well."

The elf scoffed as his gaze swept over Betta's face for a moment. "I'm almost thirty years old, human boy."

In terms of a half-elf's lifespan, thirty years old was only just entering adolescence.

"Oh, but why do I think you're so immature? More immature than I am," Betta said with a nod and a smile.

The elf closed his eyes and ignored him.

Betta walked around the elf twice from left to right, then asked, "Well, how about becoming my knight, elf boy?"

"I can't even take the post of the most basic militia profession, let alone be a knight." The elf's expression was rather sorrowful.

"It doesn't matter." Betta waved his hand. "I've got a cheat here, the Knights of the Round Table system, so even if you're the most useless kobold, it can still allow you to have the profession best suited to you."

The half-elf opened his eyes abruptly. "Are you lying to me?"

Betta laughed quite happily. "No! You're not a beautiful woman, there's no use lying to you. What's your name, youngster?"

"Glinton!"

On his part, Roland teleported back outside of Delpon, and as soon as his legs jumped onto the ground, he crouched down and retched hard.

Although Roland had teleported many times, he still hadn't gotten used to it.

After retching for nearly ten minutes, Roland finally felt much better.

He walked slowly toward the city on his weakened legs.

However, this time, the vomiting sensation was not as heavy as the last two times, presumably because of the increase to level six; after all, his physical qualities had improved.

He walked back to his manor and ended up seeing a figure screaming and falling in front of him before he even entered the door.

Then Andonara's dominating voice came out of the manor: "How many times have I told you that I have no interest in you lewd-faced idiots? The next time anyone sends me flowers and says something disgusting out loud, I'll just bust their balls."

Roland followed the sound and found Andonara, resplendent in her tight leather armor, standing in the middle of the garden with her hands on her hips.

And then Andonara saw him.

"Ah!"

Andonara squealed with glee, appeared in front of Roland with a Z-Charge, then hugged Roland's right arm and looked at him with burning eyes.

"I've missed you so much."

[1] 11th route refers to one's feet

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Chapter 265 Cutting

Andonara pressed her entire body against Roland's, her cheeks flushed and radiant with her high spirits. She looked incredibly happy.

At this moment, a Warrior-like man walked past Roland, pretending to spit as he walked beside him. "Tui, get a damn room."

He used Chinese.

Following the man, there were three other Warriors, who also pretended to spit with a tui and walked past the two of them.

In a few moments, there were no outsiders in the garden.

Andonara hugged Roland's arm, smiling and unwilling to let go, although Roland pulled lightly a few times… A Mage's strength was quite a bit higher than the average person's, but it couldn't possibly compare to a Warrior's.

Back in his room, Roland sat on a bench to rest.

Players didn't need sleep. As long as they didn't exercise strenuously, they could quickly recover their strength.

Soon, Vivian also came back from the Magic Tower, and her eyes shone when she saw Roland, White Amber in her arms.

The three of them chatted for a while and ate something, then Andonara continued to watch the house while Roland and Vivian went to the Magic Tower.

Although he hadn't been back for over a month, the Magic Tower was functioning as usual, and Vivian managed everything well.

When Roland returned, he was immediately welcomed by the magic apprentices.

After more than a month of accumulated academic questions and puzzlements were brought forth, they lined up to ask Roland questions, a process that lasted nearly two days.

It was only at the end that the two players came up to the study.

They were not like the other magic apprentices who acted very respectful and even humble in front of Roland.

It was just that their expressions were also a bit awkward.

One of them said, "Roland, I just learned of the conflict between our guild and yours from our own guild's homepage. I don't want to comment on who is right and who is wrong, I just want to ask if we can still learn magic and use the resources here."

Roland sighed. "I was going to discuss this matter with you guys in a few days. If you guys are willing to leave Silver Wings, then it's no problem."

The one who spoke had a somewhat suspicious expression and drooped his head in contemplation.

On the other hand, the other magic apprentice said unhappily, "Why are you such a petty person? What stake do us ordinary players have in the fight between you higher-ups? How can you just sacrifice our interests?"

"That's a bit contradictory." Roland laughed lightly and said, "Since the matters at the top have nothing to do with you, then it's also irrelevant whether you leave the guild. Since you want to be loyal to Silver Wings, you can't say there's no relation."

The man immediately ran out of words, only he looked even more upset.

After considering it for a while, the other man said, "Fine, I'll quit Silver Wings."

"You're crazy!"

"I'm not crazy." This man shook his head. "It's been more than half a year since the game started, and I've never been taken care of by the guild. If I must say that I have, it's just that I was recommended to be a magic apprentice here, but in essence it was Roland who gave me help, not the guild. And in the past six months, we've done so much for Silver Wings, even donated money, and what have we gotten? I'm a little tired of it. Now, I just want to study magic, not engage in so much fighting and scheming."

"But just two or three more months of this and we'll get the bonus."

"Don't you see it yet?"

"See what?"

This player who was going to withdraw from the guild smiled and said, "Silver Wings is changing into a company. Don't you think the routine is familiar? Recruit staff to come in and work first, make them work for nothing and then excite them, saying that as long as they stick with it, they'll win, and after the company makes a profit or goes public, we'll all be shareholders and get a lot of money. Without effort, there's no gain."

"This…"

"But how many capitalists keep their word? Even Jack Ma, who used to be a teacher, now considers 996[1] to be a blessing."

"Well, I trust the guild leader and the deputy leader."

"I plan to stay here."

Having said such things so plainly, the player who wasn't willing to quit the guild gave Roland a hateful glance, then turned to leave.

The one who stayed smiled at Roland and said, "It's much more comfortable to get the words out. I don't want to stay in Silver Wings anymore—the relationship between the ranks is too serious and the sense of utilitarianism is too strong."

Roland looked at this player, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Vincent, you should be level three now, how many spells have you learned?"

"I didn't learn much, just finished learning the Hand of Magic's derivative spells, and now I'm learning Self-Destructing Inferior Fireball." This player looked a little embarrassed. "I'm not very talented, most of my math knowledge from college was returned to the teacher again, and now I'm making it up, but it's hard. After all, my concentration is not as good as in college."

Roland thought about it and said, "Do you want me to raise your salary a bit—how about a gold coin?"

The player's name was Vincent, and Vincent had a pretty good personality, based on Vivian's observations—anything he knew, he would teach to other magic apprentices for free.

It was safe to say that with Vincent around, Roland's pressure to teach had been reduced by at least a third.

Moreover, Vincent was also level three, which was already an official mage, so a little salary increase was in order.

But Vincent couldn't be compared to Roland.

Roland came here with highly valuable derivative spell models—lots of new spells—whereas Vincent was simply there to learn, only teaching his juniors in his spare time.

If a simple and easy to understand analogy were to be made, then Roland would be the university lecturer, with multiple titles and seniority, while Vincent would be the lecturer's assistant at best.

The salary and rights of the two men were, of course, different.

Roland thought that the other party would gladly accept it, but he didn't expect that the other party would actually refuse.

"No, just give me more spell resources." Vincent smiled. "Do you know how much gold coins I've donated to Silver Wings in the past six months?"

"Twenty to thirty?" Roland guessed.

"No less than a hundred and fifty."

Sheesh… another rich person.

Roland then pressed his forehead and said helplessly, "This is going to be a problem. I predict that when Hawk gets back, he's going to come rushing at me."

Roland was sort of directly abducting a "shareholder" of Silver Wings, and it was the kind of shareholder who just invested money and didn't want a return.

Vincent chuckled. "The greater the ability, the greater the burden."

"Saying responsibility is a burden… it also makes sense." Roland laughed. "I'll talk to Vivian about doubling your magic resources in the future."

"Thanks."

Vincent nodded to Roland and left the study.

Shortly after, Vivian walked in.

Roland said to her, "Double Vincent's monthly resources from now on. Also, how many channels do we have in the Magic Tower that are sticking with the docks? Sever them as soon as possible."

Vivian was a little surprised, but she didn't ask any questions and just nodded her head to show that she understood.

[1] Working from 9 AM to 9 PM, 6 days a week, common saying in large tech companies

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Chapter 266 Division

The following days finally saw things start to slowly settle down.

The operation of the Magic Tower wouldn't stop just because a magic apprentice left, and the production from the side of the manor was also quite stable.

The first batch of wine was in the process of being made, and there were already quite a few minor nobles who had servants come over to ask Vivian if they could sell some of the wine to them when it was ready.

It wasn't that the wine in Roland's manor was that good, the nobles purely wanted some good luck.

Just like the auspicious idea that rice in the house of the top scorer of college exams tasted especially delicious and that children could be enlightened early if they ate lots of it, the nobles believed that the places where Mages lived were enveloped by magic elements all year round, and everything had more magic content, including wine.

Wine with more magic might have a special effect when drunk.

It was this idea of seeking auspiciousness that was at work, and the wine that Aldo used to make sold very quickly and well, and was also very expensive.

Now that it was Roland's turn, it certainly wouldn't be any worse.

Afterward, Roland thought long and hard about it and gifted Vivian with the petals of the World Tree that Ans had given him.

World Tree Petals (epic)

Effect: Swallowed, it increases lifespan by ten years and slightly increases magic affinity.

Lifespan… Roland believed that lifespan in the game shouldn't affect reality, and it wouldn't be of much use to eat it himself.

And magic affinity was even more ignored. His specialty was Magic Power Control, which sounded many times grander than affinity.

Andonara was a Great Swordsman and didn't need magic affinity at all, so giving it to Vivian was the perfect choice.

Vivian, who got the World Tree Petals, cried tears of joy on the spot, while Andonara, although a little jealous, was still wholeheartedly happy for her.

In reality, Roland still underestimated the huge influence of the World Tree Petals in the human world.

Everything about the elves was superior in the eyes of the human world.

The moon over the Elf Forest was whiter and rounder than the one seen in the human world.

The sculptures made by ordinary elves were all supreme works of art in the human world… Of course, the artistic culture of the elves was indeed a dozen notches above that of humans.

And as the birthplace of the elven race, the famous World Tree was like a deep-rooted, true-to-life myth and legend in the human world.

According to the legends, eating one of the World Tree's petals could increase lifespan by ten years. Eating an entire flower, one could transform into a half-elf with the same lifespan, beautiful looks, and exaggerated magical affinity as the Elves.

But only in heroic biographies did people occasionally see a hero obtain a petal of the World Tree, and it was awesome to be able to eat one. There had never been someone who could eat a single flower.

Therefore… the World Tree petal was a kind of honor, and the symbolism was many times greater than the actual use of it.

After eating the petal Vivian began to fall asleep, roughly taking about three days to change her constitution.

Roland, on the other hand, used this free time to start reflecting on his trip to the dungeon.

First of all, he lacked any real means of protection.

The summoned defensive shield-wielding puppet was adequate, but the degree of defense wasn't enough—it wasn't responsive enough, or agile enough, and sometimes it had to be controlled personally, making it easy to get distracted.

Distractions in battle were a big no-no.

And there was a lack of superfast ballistic magic skills.

Inferior Fireball didn't need power accumulation, didn't have a fast trajectory, and had little power, making it extremely easy to dodge.

Once it underwent power accumulation, the speed and power of it would increase dramatically, but it could be easily interfered with, especially by long-range professions.

He couldn't always be protected all the time.

There was also a lack of skills against flight.

The wide-range Ice Ring was indeed powerful, but it was a skill that stuck to the ground—the produced freezing effects were all on the ground—and it didn't have much effect on those who loved to jump around.

It had no effect at all on enemies who flew.

Finally, there was a lack of means of regeneration.

He couldn't put all the recovery expectations on the Priest, and in case the Priest got killed first, then the Mage should step up to and heal and regenerate the minimum amount.

So… Roland realized he had taken a detour before.

A Mage should learn more spells to play the role of attack, support, control, logistics, regeneration, and so on before considering the innovation and improvement of derivative spells.

"It's time to go to the capital and buy some miscellaneous magic from the Bear Mage."

Roland found a time to teleport to the capital.

After seven or eight minutes of routine retching, Roland found Antis again at the city wall entrance.

The two of them went into the small dark room again.

Antis took off his helmet, revealing his pretty, charming trademark of a face.

"Why are you in the capital again? It's at least a fifteen-day round trip from here to Delpon—do you have a lot of time? Are you that unoccupied?"

Roland said with a smile, "I know Long-Distance Teleportation."

Antis's hand quivered for a moment, then he spoke oddly. "Mr. Tobian can't even do Long-Distance Teleportation and he's an Archmage, yet you can?"

"Is it rare?"

"It's kind of rare." Antis sighed helplessly. "I used to think I was talented, that no one my age was a match for me in swordsmanship. I always thought so. But then I met Queen Andonara."

Hmm… Andonara, the youngest Great Swordsman in Hollevin, and her attributes were surprisingly high, with an estimated base growth similar to that of a player.

"And then you Golden Sons popped up." Antis's tone was a bit depressed.

Roland chuckled, a little proud.

Antis wanted to punch Roland's smug face, but he held back.

He felt that Roland wasn't very good-looking after all. If he punched him again, what if he got ugly and the queen didn't want him anymore?

It would be too cruel—it was better to be kind.

Antis swept away the loose strands of hair on his forehead and said in a rather pitiful tone, "Forget it, I won't argue with you. The royal family has made some moves recently, and it's related to you Golden Sons."

Roland felt that he had been looked down upon by Antis, but he had no proof and could only ask gloomily, "Oh, what exactly? Care to elaborate?"

Antis nodded. "It's nothing unspeakable. The royal family plans to employ Golden Sons as advisors, or if they are willing to recruit other Golden Sons, they can be promoted to commander, captain, general, and the like. Even… willing to make you ruling civil officials if you have the ability.

Roland was stunned. "Wait, is your information reliable?"

"Very reliable," Antis said quite seriously. "The royal decree has been sent to every noble family and lord everywhere. It's estimated that in five or six days, the official recruitment will begin."

Roland was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "The plan of division!"

Antis stiffened immediately.

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Chapter 267 Troubled Hear

Antis was rigid for a while, but he gradually relaxed.

He tried to smile though he was upset. "You're really smart to have guessed the intention of the royal family."

Roland chuckled. "Smart? This is just normal, all right? You haven't seen the real smart Golden Sons. They almost seem to have nine heads."

Naturally, Antis didn't believe in the existence of a world where everybody was like a dragon.

Even in Fareins, the most powerful country of all, the literacy rate was not much higher than that in Hollevin.

If the literacy rate in Hollevin was around 1%, that in Fareins it was about 1.5%. The difference was not huge.

The literacy rate of the elves was much higher. Almost all of them could read.

However, the fertility of the elves was too low. It was said that their population was slightly more than fifty thousand.

So, it was impossible for their race to rise.

Considering Roland's remark as him being modest, Antis continued, "Actually, I think it will be better if you work for the royal family, who acknowledge your capabilities."

"Even after I lured the queen away?" Roland put on a weird smile. "Even if the members of the royal family are okay with it, I don't think the king will be, will he?"

"Lured away? That's a very wrong perspective," Antis said rather angrily. "The queen is out for traveling and only staying in Delpon for now."

Roland was lost for words. "Whatever you say."

"Speaking of the queen, do you know her real identity?" asked Antis.

Antis still liked leaning against the wall. Roland suddenly remembered something he read from a book: those who preferred to talk to other people against the wall were essentially troubled by a sense of insecurity, and they would rather show their back, or their vulnerabilities, to other people.

Was Antis troubled by a sense of insecurity?

After the idea popped up in his head, Roland asked after a brief surprise, "Do you know it?"

"Of course I do." Antis nodded and said, "I'm part of the royal family anyway. It's been four years since the queen was married to the king. I took part in her vetting back then. Do you want to know about her?"

Antis seemed to be grimacing.

Ignoring the guy's teasing expression, Roland nodded casually.

Andonara was now his friend anyway, and Roland did not know for sure what she would be in the future. It was not a bad idea to know more about her past.

"The queen was already famous when she was a girl." Antis smiled gently. "She was both beautiful and strong. She became an Elite Warrior at the age of fifteen. Then, she was promoted to be a Great Swordsman and spent two years as a mercenary, until she grew tired and retired. As it happened, the king was choosing a new queen, so she participated in the competition."

There was deep affection in Antis's eyes.

Roland listened carefully.

"You have no idea how gorgeous Andonara was when she was a girl. Among all the noble ladies, she was wearing simple, tight white clothes, with a sword on her waist and her long hair tied back. She did not wear any makeup or accessories, but she was the focus of all the men's attention just by standing there."

Antis liked Andonara too?

Roland reached this conclusion.

"The king picked her the moment he saw her." Antis seemed to be lonely. "As a minor captain of the royal guards, I was involved in the investigation on her.

"The queen was born in a small merchant family that had a clean history. But as we pressed our investigation, we found that the queen's father was actually a remarkable Warrior too."

"How did a Warrior become a merchant?"

"We investigated and then found that Andonara's father was surnamed Reed."

Roland frowned; he seemed to have read the surname from a book.

Seeing Roland's look of confusion, Antis smiled and said, "That's right. He's exactly the Reed you know. He's Hero Kelter's descendant."

Roland was briefly stunned. "Hero bloodline? No wonder she's so good."

Nodding in agreement, Antis went on: "After Hero Kelter Reed defeated Diablo, he bought a village near Winterwind as his territory and named it Reed Village. Andonara's father belongs to a branch of Hero Reed's family but is not entitled to the territory. So, he became a merchant with some of his family fortune. His daughter is both pretty and strong. The king married her exactly because he wanted her to give birth to children who boast a Hero bloodline. Now, you must understand why she was chosen as the queen while the daughters of the grand nobles weren't."

Roland nodded and had to admit that the king was reasonable. He could understand why the king wanted a better child.

Antis chuckled.

Roland asked curiously, "Why are you telling me this?"

"I just want you to know how precious the queen is." Antis walked to the door. Then, he suddenly turned around and said, "Actually, I do envy you."

Antis quickly left after saying that, almost as if he was fleeing.

Roland left too. On the street, he was considering what Antis said.

He knew that Antis was implying that he should cherish Queen Andonara and not fail her expectations.

But the problem was that Roland had obstacles in his heart.

He was a traditional man who was unwilling to make a move on any woman that he couldn't give a promise to.

Or, to put it more frankly, he would rather not hit on any woman he couldn't marry.

After the peaceful breakup with his ex-girlfriend, the thought had been lingering in his heart. Even to this day, he remembered his girlfriend's sobbing over the phone on the day of the breakup.

Both of them were rational enough to know that long-distance relationships never worked out, but it was impossible for them to just let go of their four years together without feeling anything.

Naturally, Roland could see that both Vivian and Andonara were great women.

But as an outsider, he couldn't stay long in this world. The day would come when this game was over. So, how should he give them promises?

Gloomily, Roland wandered on the street without a target and finally arrived at the Bear Mage's Magic Tower in the evening.

The guards recognized him and reported to their master. Soon, the Bear Mage came down to welcome him in person.

Several minutes later, both of them sat down in the study, and Tobian smiled in delight. "I'm glad that you're visiting my Magic Tower again."

Roland smiled too. "Should I call you General Chairman Tobian, or Master Tobian?"

Tobian waved his hands and said, "Just wait for a while longer. There's something else that has to be taken care of. I'll ask someone to send an invitation to Delpon when it's done. So, what can I do for you this time?"

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Chapter 268 Another Quest Tool

"I would like to buy level-one and level-two magic models that I'm incapable of." Roland added with a smile, "For the sake of our friendship, please give me a fair price."

Tobian's bald head reflected the setting sun into a glittering spot like a rainbow. He considered for a moment with his eyes closed and then said, "Did you mention that the Golden Sons have a special ability to remember everything they see?"

Roland nodded. That was exactly the camera function of the game system.

"That's great. I can show you all my spell models for half an hour for free." Tobian smiled. "There will be no charge at all."

Roland was briefly stunned. "Then what should I pay?"

"As I said, it's for free."

Roland slightly frowned. "But it's a famous saying among the Golden Sons that the free stuff is often the most expensive."

Dazed for a moment, Tobian grinned. "Fine. Your vigilance is truly remarkable. Firstly, you're only reading the models for half an hour without taking them away, which is not a big deal here. Secondly, like I said before, I don't want you to stand in my way to becoming General Chairman. If you are an ally, you should have privileges."

Roland knew that Tobian was trying to make him side with him.

Before he came here, Roland had concluded that he needed to pay almost a hundred gold coins for all the level-one and level-two spells according to the market price.

That was a huge sum of money.

If he could take a photo of the models, he could save a lot.

Thinking for a moment, Roland smiled and said, "Thank you for your trouble, General Chairman."

Tobian knew Roland's choice from the way he addressed him. He immediately grinned. "That's no trouble at all. Please wait a moment, I'll have the models delivered."

Two hours later, Roland left Tobian's Magic Tower.

He had acquired 37 models. They were not all the level-one and level-two spells, but they covered most of them.

There were a couple of spells in each category, such as regeneration, assistance, and damage dealing.

The night had already fallen in the capital, and the curfew was on.

Roland found a tavern. He enjoyed food while he examined the newly-acquired models in the system album.

Those who like reading should understand that time passes particularly fast when eating and reading a book of interest. One tends to eat a lot before they realize it.

Fascinated by the beautiful spell models, Roland partook in the sumptuous mutton and alcohol now and then.

Time went by quickly. The customers in the tavern came and went, until Roland was left alone. Both the boss and the waiters were yawning hard.

Eventually, the boss couldn't hold back his drowsiness anymore. He summoned his courage and said, "Honorable Mage, I'm truly sorry, but we're about to close."

Roland finally woke up from the structure of spells. He looked around and asked in surprise, "This is not a 24-hour establishment?"

"Your Excellency, generally speaking, the brothels are the only 24-hour establishments."

Having no choice, Roland could only leave the tavern after paying two silver coins.

Since it was late night and the capital was under curfew, there were few people on the street.

Occasionally, royal guards in squads of five or six walked by.

But when they saw Roland's magic robe, none of them dared to ask for trouble.

Roland intended to check in at an inn, but on his way, he found a group walking very hastily as if they couldn't wait to reach their destination.

They were all in black and wearing black hoods, with a person with a long black robe at their center.

Judging from the person's posture, Roland speculated that she should be a young girl.

But he moved his eyes away without meddling.

She was not being kidnapped. Besides, a woman in a black robe was not nearly as interesting as magic models.

Now, he only wanted to continue parsing the models he just acquired in a peaceful inn.

When they were about to pass by each other, the woman who was under protection suddenly said, "Mr. Roland, please wait."

Roland was briefly stunned, because her voice sounded familiar.

The woman in black quickly walked to him and took off her hood.

She had blond hair, big eyes, a small nose, and cherry lips.

Roland immediately realized that she was the princess who issued quests.

He immediately smiled. "It's been a while, Princess Evelyn."

Roland had been fond of the quest distributors. Was she here for another quest?

Roland was quite happy at the thought of that.

Holding Roland's left hand, Princess Evelyn said anxiously, "Great! It seems that the Goddess of Fortune hasn't given up on me yet now that I've run into you at such a perilous moment."

Was she really giving him a quest?

Roland asked rather delightedly, "Princess Evelyn, is there anything I can help you with?"

Roland was happy that he had another quest, but Evelyn mistook Roland's smile for his interest in her. After all, she was really pretty.

"Can you accompany me to the royal palace? I need your protection."

Roland's smile was gone. He shook his head and said, "Sorry, but I don't think I can help you."

She must be kidding. The royal family was generous enough not to hunt him down after he lured the queen away, but if he went to the royal palace, he was sure that they would burst into rage.

Roland tried to shake Princess Evelyn's hands off, but she grabbed him tightly.

"Why?" Evelyn was confused. "I really need your help. I can give you a lot of gold coins, or anything else you want. I'm really in an emergency. I can't find anyone else to help me."

Roland explained, "You must've heard that I took Andonara away. If I go to the royal family, someone is definitely going to be pissed."

"I know, of course I know! I admire you for doing that." Evelyn pulled Roland's hand to her chest and said anxiously, "If you come with me, it will be a great chance for you to ease the tension between you and the royal family!"

Roland was slightly surprised. After considering for two seconds, he asked, "Can I know what it's about first?"

"Can I talk to you while we continue the trip?"

"No problem."

Evelyn covered her head with the hood again. Then, she stepped forward quickly and said in a low voice, "Veronica was poisoned. It's a special poison that cannot be expelled by magic and can only be resolved with a certain medication. Now, she's being protected by my father in the royal palace. I've found the antidote, but I cannot guarantee that I can return to the royal palace safely."

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Chapter 269 It Never Hurts to be More Pruden

Roland found it absurd. "This is the capital, and you are a princess. Yet you think your safety is not guaranteed here?"

While walking, Evelyn put on a bitter smile. "The royal family is not as powerful as you think. My father is not a pope that controls everything. Essentially, we're just a bigger noble family. Many other grand nobles are as powerful as us, and too many forces in the capital are malicious."

Evelyn was speaking the truth. It was true that the royal family did not have absolute power.

For example, the Association of Mages even dared to kidnap the queen.

So, it was not too unbelievable that someone poisoned a princess or set up an ambush against another one.

"Fine." Roland turned on the quest menu after receiving the notification of a new quest.

He checked the quest, only to discover that it was a green one.

Quest received: Escort Princess Evelyn Hollevin to the royal palace.

There was indeed danger. Roland did not find more information from the introduction of the quest, which was basically the same as the title, but he somehow felt odd.

He turned off the quest menu and looked around. Everybody was fully in black, and Roland's bright green magic robe was quite unique.

"Do you have more black robes that I can use?" Roland asked Evelyn. "Or it will be hard for me to hide among you."

"Excellency Morahu, are there more?" asked Evelyn in a low voice.

A man in a black robe turned around. "I'm sorry, princess, but we didn't bring additional clothes."

The princess spoke to the man with an honorific?

Was the man not her subordinate but an outside helper?

Then, Roland realized that, as a princess soon to be married off, Evelyn was expected to spend her last days in Isnas in peace and did not really need a private troop.

Then, Roland retrieved a black magic robe from the system backpack.

It was a simple robe, not a piece of magic equipment. Vivian had prepared it for him, as well as magic robes in other colors in his system Backpack, except that some of the colors were too slutty, like white or pink.

While following them, Roland put another black magic robe on himself.

Though it was a different style from the others' clothes, their colors were at least the same. Since it was night, they looked similar at a distance.

None of the other guys stopped Roland from putting on the black robe. Actually, they probably hoped that he could do that.

After a while, the leader suddenly took a right turn.

Evelyn briefly stopped. It was not long, but Roland was right next to her, and he had much better senses than regular people as a Mage. So, he keenly perceived her pause.

Looking at the royal palace far away, then the road ahead of them, Roland asked casually, "This is not the way to the royal palace, is it?"

"We're taking a turn. The enemy might ambush us in front of the royal palace."

That was a justifiable reason.

Evelyn seemed to be relaxed.

But Roland was not. There was nothing suspicious, but he simply thought that it would take much longer for them to reach the destination if they took a turn, and these guys seemed to be pressing forward without thinking.

They seemed reckless, even if they were in a rush. What if there was an ambush in this direction too?

Roland tossed two magic spiders down.

Magic waves would be caused whenever magic was used.

Although the waves when the magic powers were created were insignificant, they were still perceived since everybody was right next to each other.

The moment the magic spiders landed, Morahu, the leader of the team, turned around. His face was hidden behind a black mask, and his brown eyes glimmered in the darkness.

"What's the meaning of this, Mr. Mage?"

Everybody stopped and looked at Roland.

"I'm just checking if there are enemies up ahead," Roland replied casually. "We're going too fast. It's better to be careful."

"Don't do anything redundant. Just stay back." Morahu sounded angry. "What if your magic waves alarm the enemy?"

Roland frowned. "The magic waves when spiders are created can only be perceived within a two-meter radius. If the enemy is alarmed, the enemy will be right under our nose… Hehe… is it you?"

It was only Roland's sarcasm because he was angry about their attitude.

But the moment he said that, everybody's vibe completely changed.

Roland was now at level six, and since he added his stat points to intelligence and spirit as a traditional Mage, his senses were quite keen, and he immediately noticed something wrong.

There was a shocking determination of killing in Morahu's eyes as he stared at him.

Shoot!

Roland cursed in his head.

Their target was not Veronica but Evelyn!

Poisoning Veronica was just a way to lure Evelyn out of Isnas.

No wonder Evelyn, a princess to be married, had access to the antidote. All the puzzles that Roland had were answered.

But he still wondered why they were trying to kill a princess who was about to be married.

He summoned and transformed puppets.

Roland unleashed his mental power with his best, trying to summon the shield-wielding puppets as fast as he could.

On the other hand, those guys had extended their right hands to the bottoms of their robes. Then, Roland saw the dazzling gleam of weapons.

He had to be faster… as he had seen the tips of their daggers.

Roland simply watched the daggers stabbing at his head. At this point, the speed of his mind was higher than the instinctive reaction of his body.

After reaching level six, he had finally made a breakthrough in mental power.

Although he was not as good as a Warrior, or even the agility classes, in terms of physical qualities, his mind was much faster than theirs.

Everything around him moved in slow motion.

As if he were watching a movie, he saw that the enemies straightened their arms, and that the bright moonlight was reflected on the tips of the daggers. The reflection was slowly moving back as the daggers were pushed forward.

When the daggers were thirty centimeters from Roland's head, a blue shadow grew out of the ground and appeared before Roland.

Cling… Roland's instant spellcasting turned out to be faster.

A shield-wielding puppet protected Roland.

Though Morahu's attack was blocked, the other men in black initiated their attacks too.

Another two magic puppets were summoned. In a triangle formation, they protected Roland and Evelyn at the center.

The enemy's attacks were temporarily blocked, but clinks were echoing continuously and the three blue puppets were dimming fast.

"Forgive me!"

While Evelyn was still stunned, Roland suddenly took her in his arms.

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Chapter 270 Trick and Anti-trick

"Ah!" Evelyn screamed and struggled subconsciously, but she covered her mouth quickly.

She was not stupid, although her reaction might be slow.

She was scared that her scream would affect Roland's spellcasting.

The princess was light and not burdensome at all… But of course, it was also because Roland's strength had increased after he reached level six.

The three magic puppets blocked the enemy's crazy attacks. They were so weakened that they were almost transparent.

He couldn't wait anymore.

Roland simply activated a massive Ice Ring.

The white Ice Ring spread out on the ground, freezing the magic puppets too.

But only half the men in black robes were frozen. The other half jumped in time.

After all, as agility classes who used daggers, their reaction was timely.

They reacted the moment they saw the ice below Roland's legs.

It was basic for the melee classes to avoid such spells by jumping.

After they landed, they continued attacking the three shield-wielding puppets and soon dispersed two of the puppets.

But at this point, Roland activated Teleportation.

After a blue flash, Roland disappeared and reappeared ten meters away.

After adapting to and making sure of his new position within 0.1 seconds, Roland suddenly realized that there was no weight in his arms.

He lowered his head, only to discover that the princess was gone.

He blinked his eyes and grabbed the air subconsciously. Where's the princess? She was here just now!

Exactly at the same time, he heard Evelyn's scream from his back.

He looked back, only to find that Evelyn had fallen to the ice from midair, her butt hitting it first.

He felt pain just by looking at it. He wondered if her butt would be broken after the hit.

The enemies who missed their target were all stunned when they looked at the princess on the ground and Roland who was ten meters away.

Damn it. Roland had forgotten that he could not take anyone with him during teleportation.

The men in black robes were still dazed. Their first reaction was that Roland was trying to flee. They considered if they should pursue and kill Roland first. After all, Princess Evelyn could barely put up any resistance, and one or two of them was enough to keep her under watch.

But while they considered, Roland reacted at a higher speed.

Two blue magic circles appeared before him and charged at the men in black robes. During their trajectory, they turned into two enormous hands.

It was Dual Hands of Magic.

The two hands had been clenched into fists.

When they pressed forward, they almost looked like rockets.

The fists were quite huge and occupied almost half of the street, forcing the men in black robes to dodge. Those whose legs were frozen hurried to cut the ice with their daggers to free themselves from the ice.

For a moment, all the men in black were in a flurry to evade the fists.

But the fists stopped when they reached Princess Evelyn. They became hands again and grabbed her quickly, before they took her to Roland.

"Damn it!" Morahu roared and charged at Roland while throwing daggers, trying to stop the princess on the way.

However, the two Hands of Magic protected Evelyn and blocked all the daggers.

The other men in black realized what was going on and rushed at Roland with their sprinting skill.

With this skill, they could burn their adrenaline and activate shocking speed. For a moment, they were even faster than the Hands of Magic.

However, a muddy wall suddenly appeared before them when they were about to catch up to the Hands of Magic.

It was Mud to Stone.

Roland was still short of rapid ballistic spells. It was impossible for him to hit those guys who were fast enough to avoid the Ice Ring with Inferior Fireball.

More importantly, there were too many of them. Roland could've dealt with them easily if there was only one or two of them.

Therefore, the control skills that could be cast quickly were the main approaches he could adopt.

The muddy wall blocked the whole street and grew higher and higher.

But the men in black robes did not decelerate. They jumped and stepped onto the wall, before they climbed almost ten meters on all fours like geckos at an amazing speed.

Morahu was the first to cross over the wall. When he jumped off, he saw that Roland was sinking quickly with the princess in his arms.

Around Roland, mud was rolling and splitting apart. After Roland completely submerged into the ground, the rolling mud closed and blocked the cave.

Morahu threw out daggers anxiously.

But it was too late. The soil had been sealed again, and the daggers were simply deflected when they hit the ground.

The road had turned into hard gray rocks again.

A few men in black surrounded the entrance of the cave and tried to stab the rock with their daggers, but they failed to cut through, their daggers almost bent.

Another man in black robes looked around and found a boulder. He picked it up and threw it at the cave.

There was a crash from the ground and even echoes from the underground.

After a while, when the guy had grown exhausted, the rock that blocked the cave was as hard as before.

Morahu's eyes were bloodshot. The princess had been about to be lured to his turf, but someone had taken her when she was only several hundred meters away.

But he soon calmed down. Making a mouth-zipping gesture at his subordinates, he said in a low voice, "I don't believe that they can stay there forever. How long can the air down there support them? Listen to the noises. If they move, just follow them."

The men in black nodded. Two of them immediately crouched and stuck their ears to the ground.

About five meters into the ground, a hollow about two and a half meters tall had been created.

Roland put the princess down and cast a luminous ball.

The dark underground world became bright, and the princess took a soft breath of relief.

She was about to say something, but Roland put his finger before his lips, hinting for her to remain silent.

Then, he concentrated enormous magic power and created a broad channel ahead of him with Mud to Stone and Stone to Mud.

Also, he intentionally made it noisy. As a result, the princess saw a round channel taking shape in front of her with rumbling sounds.

She thought that it was a channel of escape that Roland had prepared, but surprising her expectations, Roland sat down and made the same gesture at her.

The princess blinked her beautiful eyes and understood Roland's intention.

On the ground, the two men in black who had been eavesdropping jumped to their feet and pointed at the direction of the underground channel.

Morahu pointed at five people and asked them to track the sound. He also dropped a hint to make them walk more heavily.

The five people understood his intention. They tracked the rumbling sounds from the underground with intentionally heavy footsteps.

Morahu and the other two men in black robes, on the other hand, simply stood by and waited in silence.

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Chapter 271 Trap

The cave was as bright as day.

Though there was only one luminous ball, the light was still sufficient because the cave was not large.

But the tunnel that Roland had just dug with magic was still dark where rays could not reach. Also, strange dull noises echoed around them, like monsters growling in the dark.

Evelyn, who was sitting on the ground against the wall, subconsciously held her legs and laid her chin on her knees.

On her opposite side, Roland was sitting in silence too. He even closed his eyes.

Men and women have different ways of thinking. To put it more simply, women tend to be sensitive and imaginative, particularly on certain occasions.

For example, Evelyn was entertaining a lot of random thoughts.

We're alone here. Will he suddenly jump me?

How long are we going to stay here? Is he creating an opportunity for us to be alone?

Veronica will not die just yet, but her pain will be over sooner if I deliver the antidote in time.

He's silent. Is he thinking about things that he shouldn't be?

It's dark and creepy over there.

All of this happened in Evelyn's head. It was not because she was particularly paranoid, but because most women tended to be troubled by possibilities.

However, Roland's eyes were closed; he was actually checking the forum.

He guessed that the enemy would leave a couple of people behind, so he was not in a rush to go.

It was midnight, and the battle just now was quite noisy. So, the city guards would definitely come within half an hour.

He did not believe that the enemy had bribed all the city guards.

In that case, the royal family would be truly hopeless.

Roland had fun reading the posts on the forum, and Evelyn was gradually reassured after he did nothing to her.

Her random thoughts were gone, and she began to worry about her sister Veronica, who was still lying in bed, in pain because of poison.

While she was worried, her eyes became fuzzy, and she fell asleep on her knees.

After all, she was only a weak girl, and she had been exhausted.

On the ground, Morahu and the other two men in black robes waited for ten minutes but nobody came up. He looked around, only to see that someone was coming. He made a gesture, and the three of them ran off with heavy footsteps.

Roland was browsing the forum when he heard the footsteps. He raised his head and looked above, before he closed his eyes and focused on the forum again.

Evelyn was still asleep on her legs.

On the ground, four minutes later, eight men in black appeared on the rooftops on the two sides of the street. They stared at where Roland had disappeared for five minutes and then vanished.

About six minutes later, Morahu and his two pals returned. This time, they quickly left after a glimpse.

The city guards arrived about a dozen minutes later.

Antis was the captain. Looking at the wall in the middle of the street, he raised his eyebrow and laid his hands on it, only to discover that the wall was hard.

He waved his hands, and a few city guards immediately left. They returned with a simple battering ram half an hour later.

Working together, they broke the wall. Antis passed the collapsed wall and looked around. He saw no enemies, but then it occurred to him that part of the street was colored differently from the rest.

Right when Antis was about to give it a closer look, Roland appeared a few meters away from him.

Antis was so shocked that he drew his sword and leaped back four meters.

After he saw that it was Roland, he took a breath in relief and said, "It's you. What happened here?"

"Someone tried to kidnap a princess." Roland shrugged.

Antis looked quite odd. He was slightly surprised but not too much so. "Princess Evelyn?"

This time, it was Roland who was surprised, if not vigilant. "How did you know?"

"I guessed it," Antis said with a hint of mockery. "I'm a remote relative of the royal family, I can guess what's on His Majesty's mind."

The king was behind this?

Antis took a deep breath and asked, "Where is Princess Evelyn?"

Roland didn't say anything.

Antis continued, "Rest assured. I bear the princess no ill will. Although we're not the closest friends, I'm not her enemy."

"Then who's her enemy?"

"Those who intend to make use of her." Antis smiled.

Roland was silent for a while. The soil around him began to surge and soon revealed a cave.

Antis walked to the edge of the cave and looked down, only to see a person in a black robe sitting in the cave. With a closer look, he found that it was Evelyn, asleep.

"Princess Evelyn!" Antis shouted.

Evelyn woke up and raised her head. She was delighted to see Roland and Antis up above. She looked around to find a way up and then saw a ladder that had just been shaped.

She climbed the ladder and was relieved to see the city guards behind Antis. "Great, I'm finally safe now."

Looking at Evelyn, Antis asked, "Why are you here, Princess Evelyn?"

Roland was slightly surprised. Didn't Antis already know that something had happened to Princess Evelyn?

As if he sensed Roland's surprise, Antis turned around and explained, "I only know the beginning and the end, but I don't know the process. That's why I'm asking."

"Why am I here?" Evelyn seemed puzzled. "Didn't you send someone to inform me that Veronica was poisoned and that I had to bring the antidote here from Isnas? I was asked to bring it in person because the antidote was extremely precious."

Antis asked, "Who told you to do that?"

"Medel, the seneschal."

Antis nodded. "As far as I know, the antidote that Princess Veronica needs can only be produced by the alchemy workshops in Isnas, but it doesn't have to be brought over by a princess."

Roland listened for a while and already knew what happened.

Evelyn understood too. Her face dimmed as she said, "Those guys from the Guild of Assassins were hired by Medel too. Why? He has served the royal family for more than thirty years. He should be reliable."

"I guess that Medel is probably away from Isnas now." Antis chuckled.

At this point, Roland received a system notification. The quest had been completed, and the princess was safe. He got 132 EXP, and the royal family's fondness went from -50 to -35.

He was about to leave, when Antis said, "Roland, why don't you escort the princess to the royal palace? Also, the king asked me last night to invite you to the palace next time I saw you."

Roland raised his eyebrow. "Huh? Is he going to punish me?"

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Antis smiled casually after he heard what Roland said. "If the royal family intended to punish you, they wouldn't 'invite' you."

Evelyn looked at Roland hopefully.

Actually, she did not trust Antis. She found Roland, who just saved her, more reliable and wanted him to escort her to the royal palace.

If a seneschal who had always been by her side had betrayed her, how trustworthy could a remote relative like Antis be?

Although it was unlikely that she'd be attacked again, Evelyn exemplified the saying, "Once bitten, twice shy."

Roland thought for a moment and nodded.

Then, Antis took them to the royal palace with the city guards.

On the way to the royal palace, Roland saw multiple men in black robes on the top of the tallest building far away.

Morahu was obviously among them.

Though they were far away, Roland could sense that they were glaring at him and their eyes were like sharp daggers, cutting him into pieces.

Roland smiled and curled his finger at them. Seeing that, all of them disappeared from the rooftop, probably out of fury.

Seeing Roland's movement, Antis looked at where he was looking at, only to see nothing.

But he guessed what was going on.

They did not visit the king directly, but went to a side building first.

Antis took Evelyn to Veronica, who was still sleeping.

Veronica could not sleep deeply due to her ailment. She was woken up when someone opened the door.

There was a maid in the building, and a candle had been lit.

On the glamorous blanket, Veronica looked at the door and was delighted to see Evelyn. But she was angry when she saw Roland.

"What are you doing here, jerk? Are you trying to deceive Sister Evelyn after deceiving Andonara?"

Veronica tried to sit up.

At this point, Antis had left.

Evelyn hurried to run to her and support her. She said quickly, "You're still poisoned. Don't act tough."

Veronica panted weakly. "Don't worry. My poison has already been taken care of."

After a brief surprise, Evelyn managed a smile. "I was really an idiot to be tricked so easily."

Actually, it was only because she was concerned about her family. She wouldn't have fallen for such a trick if she had no feelings for them.

Veronica was dazed. Then, her attention was distracted by Roland again. "Sister Evelyn, why did you come with this liar? How can he come to the royal palace?"

"Our father invited him."

Leaning against Evelyn, Veronica said angrily, "Why did our father invite him instead of putting him in prison, when his third wife has been lured away by this man?"

Amused, Evelyn did not know what to say.

Veronica glared at Roland for a while. Then, she grew dizzy from agitation.

After all, she was not fully recovered yet.

At this point, Antis returned and curled his finger at Roland. "Come on now. The king is waiting for you."

Following Antis, Roland passed a corridor and encountered a spacious room ahead of him with at least twenty royal guards outside.

Those royal guards all looked intimidating in their heavy armor.

Antis opened the door and closed it softly after Roland came in.

The room was quite big. A white blanket stretched from the door to the throne at the end of the room. On the throne was an old man who seemed strong, though his hair was already white.

He was wearing white informal clothes, and the skin on his face was already loose. But still, he sat very straight.

On the two sides of the blanket, two rows of well-trained royal guards were standing by.

Their heavy armor, with the blue background and the white streaks, was quite artistic.

Roland stepped forward, and a man stopped him when he was about ten meters away from the king.

"You can stop here. Do not intrude upon the king."

Roland shrugged unconcernedly and observed the king.

The king observed him too.

They stared at each other for a minute, until the king broke the silence. "You're different from what I thought."

"What did you think I should be like, Your Majesty?"

The king replied slowly, "You should be handsomer than you are."

Roland smiled but did not say anything.

"I have to thank you for escorting Evelyn back," the king went on.

Looking the king in the eyes, Roland said, "But it seems that you don't really want her back, Your Majesty."

In silence, the king gazed at Roland gloomily.

The room's atmosphere grew more and more suffocating. Some of the guards were already sweating and swallowing.

Roland stared back at him with a smile, not flinching at all.

In the end, the king dropped his angry front and said slowly, "It's the responsibility of a member of the royal family, particularly the female ones."

Actually, Roland had guessed a lot of things.

The betrayal of the seneschal was actually the king's order.

How could a man who had served the royal family for thirty years betray them so easily?

Evelyn was just a chess piece to set off conflicts between two particular forces while the king took advantage of both of them.

As for Evelyn's safety, it was not within the king's consideration at all.

It would be best if she was fine, but if something happened to her, he would have a good excuse to swallow the two forces.

He knew that the Guild of Rogues was definitely one of the two forces, but he didn't know the other. He had too little intelligence to run any analysis.

After all, Isnas was the territory of the Guild of Rogues, and Evelyn lived there. Such speculation was not far off.

Roland did not say anything. He didn't agree with the king's decision to use his daughter as a chess piece, but he also knew that the king was willing to pay a certain price when he was determined to do something.

The king rose and continued, "My daughters have been living a luxurious life since they were born. But you have to pay for what you enjoy, which is only natural. I'll send her to the battlefield without hesitation if I have to."

"You are truly a nonchalant father." Roland shook his head.

"There are no feelings within the royal family." The king seemed rather natural. "But I didn't invite you to talk about Princess Evelyn. I just want to know if Andonara is all right."

Roland felt rather guilty. Although nothing happened between him and Andonara, it was undeniable that he took someone else's wife away with him. He had to take responsibility.

"She's fine." Roland nodded.

The king seemed rather pained to talk about his third wife. "I never thought that Andonara would leave me."

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Chapter 273 Dutiful Or No

"I never thought that Andonara would leave me."

Roland was not moved at all after hearing that. He even felt like laughing.

It was quite amusing for a king to say such things that were completely beneath him.

Roland did not say anything.

"Do you not feel guilty at all toward me, the victim?"

At this point, Roland chuckled.

The soldiers around immediately glared at Roland.

"What are you laughing at?" The king was as calm as before.

"Do you feel guilty about Kaka?" Roland asked.

Though it was mainly the general chairman who caused Kaka's death, it was undeniable that the royal family played a part too.

"Kaka?" The king seemed confused. He seemed to have heard the name before, but he couldn't remember who the guy was.

At this point, the servant who was by the king's side whispered something to him.

The king was enlightened. "You're talking about Young Bard? Why should I feel guilty about him?"

Roland secretly sighed. The fact that the king didn't remember who Kaka was meant that he never considered the royal family's plots against Kaka a big deal.

But it was understandable that the big shots couldn't remember the little guys who were killed by their machinations or who were simply useless.

"If you don't feel guilty about Kaka at all, why should I feel guilty toward you?"

The king stared at Roland in silence.

Roland displayed no emotional response under the king's eyes. He was like a pine tree at the peak of a mountain.

After a while, the king moved his eyes away and said, "Did you lure my queen away in order to avenge Young Bard?"

Of course not.

But Roland gave the contrary answer. "You can think that way."

The king seemed graver than before. "Are you provoking me?"

"Again, you can think that way."

The king's servant was infuriated. He was about to go forward, but the king stopped him and said, "Are you not scared of death?"

Roland replied gently, "I'm undying."

The king's pupils constricted. Then he went on, "But I can deal with the people around you, for example, your friends in this world."

"It doesn't matter." Roland chuckled and said, "When I lose one friend, you will lose ten. Don't underestimate an undying Golden Son. Besides, I have a lot of compatriots."

"Such as the dragon knight, the Saint Samurai?" asked the king while leaning forward.

Roland smiled but did not say anything.

"I'm often threatened." Instead of bursting into fury, the king sighed and said, "But this is the first time I've been threatened by a young man who has no power, rather than other nobles, lords, kings, or even the pope. Yet, I don't have any way to counterattack."

While speaking, he leaned back against the throne weakly.

Roland waited for a while. Seeing that the king remained silent, Roland said, "Your Majesty, I'll take my leave if you don't have anything else to discuss."

Then, he turned around and left, not caring if the king allowed him to go or not.

But after he turned around, the king suddenly said, "Let's make a deal about Andonara."

Roland had lost interest in talking to the king, but since it was about Andonara, he could only stop and ask, "What kind of deal?"

"You claim that you took the queen away for revenge, but you must've been attracted by her beauty. So, we can make a deal about that. You've seen both Veronica and Evelyn. They're both top-rate girls, only slightly worse than Andonara. I can marry both of them to you in exchange for the queen, how does that sound?"

Roland simply sneered.

Seeing that he was uninterested, the king raised his offer. "What about an additional dowry of 150 gold coins, as well as the post of a royal Mage in the court?"

Roland was too lazy to reply to the king, who thought so differently from him that any negotiation would be pointless.

Seeing that Roland disrespected the king as such, the royal guards went forward, trying to subdue him.

But the king shouted, "Let him go."

Under their furious gazes that stabbed like swords, Roland walked out of the room casually.

Outside of the door, he found Antis waiting for him up ahead.

He walked to Antis and said, "Take me out of the royal palace."

Antis seemed rather surprised. "But the king hasn't given any orders yet."

"You want me to fight my way out of the royal palace?" Roland asked back with a smile.

Antis took a deep breath, suppressing his rising anger.

Roland was disrespecting the whole royal family, but after thinking for a moment, Antis realized that there was nothing he could do about the Golden Sons.

Their ability of resurrection was their greatest strength.

Antis waited for a moment. Receiving no orders from the king's room, he led Roland away and asked, "What did the king tell you? You don't have to tell me if it's inconvenient."

"It's not a big deal. He simply wants to exchange Veronica and Evelyn for the queen," Roland said with obvious mockery. "He's truly a classic king who has absolutely no feelings."

"The queen is more important than the two princesses. That's the king's choice after weighing the gains and losses," Antis said slowly. "I'm not trying to change your opinion of the king, but he's a worthy king in our eyes. He never levied heavy taxes, placed the burden of the royal family on his subjects, or waged war for selfish interests during his thirty years on the throne. Furthermore, to protect his people, he often chose to stay back if there was no chance to win, for example, when you took the queen away."

Roland thought carefully for a moment and realized that it did make some sense.

It was true that the conclusions drawn from different perspectives could be highly different.

When they came to the gate of the royal palace, the sun was rising in the east.

Antis said, "Let's say goodbye here. Since we can almost be called friends, I need to tell you something from the bottom of my heart. I don't know what the countries in the dimension of the Golden Sons look like, but in this world, our king is really a great king. If you ever visit another country, you'll know that our king has really been governing the country and restricting the lords with his best efforts. So, don't be too demanding on the royal family, and if possible, give the queen back to us, so that the royal family won't be completely humiliated."

After that, Antis returned to the royal palace.

Roland chuckled, impressed by Antis's eloquence.

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Chapter 274 Turning Poin

Born as an elite from the royal family, Antis was truly a great speaker.

He had spoken as if the king was only ruthless for the sake of his country.

Normal people might've been fooled, but Roland wasn't, and nor would most players be.

Antis's defense, which was purely focused on the difficulties of the king but ignored the losses of others, could've only tricked young, unsophisticated people.

As long as they kept an open mind, they would only be amused when they heard his reasons.

It was already dawn. Roland left the city through the main road and activated the Long-Distance Teleportation spell.

Back in the royal palace, the king looked at Antis and asked, "Have you said everything you should?"

"Yes." Antis nodded and said, "But I don't think he'll buy it."

"Why?"

Antis replied, "Because he is a Mage. Although most Mages are only smart in terms of magic, Roland is an exception. After my encounters with him, it has occurred to me that he is well-educated and has his own opinions on what's right and what's wrong."

"Are you saying that we might fail to draw Roland to our side?" asked the king.

Antis nodded.

The king closed his eyes and thought for a moment. Then he said, "Then just change our target. Find the Golden Sons who are mediocre, easy to control, and have obvious likes and dislikes, preferably the unsocial ones. Give them whatever they want, just so that they can stop the other Golden Sons from attacking us when it's necessary."

Antis said, "After three months of investigation, and based on the data from the Guild of Mercenaries, we have found about four thousand Golden Sons that meet our needs."

"Let them be sheriffs, deputy sheriffs, or lieutenants in the military. Their salary will be twice that of the officers of the same level." The king thought for a moment and said, "Only the undying can deal with the undying."

"But they're mediocre and can't defeat the stronger Golden Sons."

"The gap between them can't be that huge." The king smiled. "They can stall the stronger Golden Sons because they're undying too. Besides, if our plan works, the Golden Sons will be divided."

"But there are five hundred thousand Golden Sons in total, according to them," Antis said worriedly. "Four thousand people are just a tiny portion."

"Ours is not the only country in this world. It's already good enough to include several thousand Golden Sons in our bureaucratic system." The king smiled unconcernedly. "Our country is too small for so many Golden Sons. They'll travel to vaster countries beyond Hollevin after they grow stronger. Like lions and eagles, they will leave Hollevin for Fareins, Urganda, the country of orcs, the country of dwarves, or even Rhodes Island."

Antis took a breath in relief. He felt that the king had a point.

"What we need to do is to ensure that our honor, our influence, and our system are not greatly compromised before they go, or it will be difficult for us to recover later."

On the other hand, Roland gagged as usual after he teleported back to Delpon. Then, he returned to the Magic Tower and began to study new spells.

Thanks to his new level and his experience in analyzing and reconstructing spells, Roland knew magic models very well now.

He could learn most of the level-one spells within three hours and use them freely in six.

The level-two spells were trickier, but it would take him no more than two days to learn them.

When he was about to pick up all the level-one and level-two spells, Hawk and Link returned from the Elf Forest.

They were incapable of Long-Distance Teleportation, which could've saved them a lot of time despite the nauseating side effects.

They had been riding horses as fast as they could, but they were still caught up in a lot of trouble along the way.

For example, when there was a storm, they had to look for hideouts and sometimes had to wait for two days.

At night, they were troubled not just by insects but also by magical beasts.

It was during these moments that they missed a Mage who could present a comfortable house to them anytime.

On the other hand, they did not know the local tongues.

With Roland's Unhindered Communication, they could've listened, talked, and even read.

Supposedly, Rommel was capable of Language Proficiency, too, as a Priest. But since he quit, there was no one else who knew that skill.

All in all, they were dumb and deaf throughout the journey. It was inconvenient for them to buy food and they couldn't rest well.

They needed to rest now and then, though they didn't have to sleep. After all, their stamina was limited.

In the end, they almost had a meltdown.

After they finally returned to Hollevin and could talk again, Hawk read on the forum of his guild that Vincent, one of the shareholders of the guild, quit, and Roland was behind it.

So, he rushed to Delpon and went straight to the Magic Tower without drinking any water.

He found Vincent first and tried to persuade him to return to the guild.

But while practicing Inferior Fireball, Vincent said casually, "We agreed earlier that it's fine to join or quit the guild. Besides, I didn't ask you to return my funds. You should be happy now that you have more dividends after a shareholder quits."

Hawk certainly could not admit that he and the chairman wanted Vincent to increase his investment.

Therefore, he came to Roland in a hurry.

"Please help me convince Vincent to return."

Roland sat opposite Hawk and said, "Vincent is an adult who is free to go anywhere and do whatever he wants. It's not my business."

"If you hadn't deceived him…"

Roland raised his hand to stop Hawk from going on. "I know what you're going to say next, but just keep it to yourself. We're both adults. You know that our guilds must be separated after all the conflicts, and since Vincent is between us, he has to make a choice. You know very well whether I deceived him or not."

"I know that we were wrong," Hawk said solemnly, "but don't you think it's a shame if our alliance is completely ruined because of that?"

"No, it's not a shame to me," Roland replied solemnly. "It's the third time that you've completely ignored our interests for your own, and no mistakes should be repeated thrice!"

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Chapter 275 Combination of Spells

Hawk walked out of the Magic Tower, somewhat at a loss.

Link, who had been waiting for him, took out a flask of water from the system Backpack and gave it to him.

After sprinkling water over his head for a couple of minutes, Hawk wiped his face. Finally feeling refreshed, he said, "Link, I'm feeling that I'm less and less suitable as Deputy Chairman."

"Why? Is it getting too hard for you?"

Hawk nodded. "I'm an architect. It's very easy for me to plan or supervise a project on a construction site, but now that I'm running a guild and have to take charge of public relations, it has occurred to me that I'm not gifted at management at all."

Link sighed. "You've never been gifted at management. You managed the guilds well before only because you were diligent and friendly. Also, in other games, the interests involved are few, and the conflicts between guilds are mostly emotional and easy to deal with. But things are different in this game. The interests in the game are too huge, and everything will be different when too much is at risk."

Hawk walked along the street slowly, followed by Link.

After a while, Hawk said, "Why don't I resign and let Perfero be the deputy chairman? He's always been greedy for the position anyway."

Link smiled. "You have my full support if you're willing to give up, but can you really bear to do that after having paid so much?"

Sigh!

Hawk was really reluctant to let go of everything.

He was quite pissed. Besides, Perfero had always been at odds with him, and he did not intend to simply give his place away.

They left downtown hurriedly and returned to the docks.

After kicking Hawk away, Roland put that issue aside and refocused on magic.

For Mages, the number of spells they were capable of was their foundation, which Roland did not know until the raid in the Elf Forest.

After he learned all thirty spells, Roland realized that they included all the abilities he wanted.

So, was it entirely a waste of time to have parsed and modified spells until now?

Not exactly. At least, Roland's understanding and creativity in magic had been increased through the exercises.

It was one of the reasons why he could learn thirty level-one and level-two spells within a month.

After he grasped all the spells he acquired from the Association of Mages, he uploaded them to the Mage section of the forum with the functional routes of the spells.

Again, he was praised by the other players and received tips of around twenty thousand yuan total.

Because the appearance of the Warriors had been nerfed, many players had chosen to be Warlocks and Bards instead of Warriors. The population of Mages had increased too, but they still couldn't compare to Warlocks and Bards, two classes that focused on Charm.

Though the tip was insignificant compared to what Roland already had, he certainly wouldn't refuse it. It was money anyway.

Then, he distributed the models of a few level-one spell models in his Magic Tower.

He didn't distribute more spell models for the sake of the magic apprentices.

After all, spell models were very valuable. If anyone learned that there were so many spell models in such a defenseless Magic Tower in this remote area, they might consider robbing it.

Although Roland could protect the Magic Tower, he did not intend to spend the rest of his life in the Tower in case anyone came looking for trouble.

That kind of life was too boring.

After learning the spells, Roland was briefly vacant and did not know what to do next.

Then, he recalled his objectives and plans and finally remembered that he missed something very important: fast travel.

Through teleportation, he could only go to places that he had been to with spiritual coordinates.

Among the level-one and level-two spells, there was only one that could increase one's speed by thirty percent. The effect was not obvious.

It might be useful in a battle, but for long-distance traveling, it was not even as good as a horse.

Among the level-three spells, some could make people fly.

However, he couldn't learn the level-three spells yet; their basic requirement was level seven, and if he specialized in Transmutation, he could learn it at level six.

Alas, Roland specialized in space.

Then… how could he find a way to fast travel?

Roland thought hard for several hours, to no avail. He massaged his bulging temples and looked out of the window to relax.

At this moment, he saw a few kids kicking a ball at the edge of the Magic Tower's square.

It was a kids' game that was similar to soccer.

One of the kids kicked a brown ball, which was ugly and full of patches, to the kid opposite him.

The ball flew quite fast. The second kid was about to be hit by the ball, when he suddenly flipped and kicked the ball to the next kid, making the ball go even faster.

The third kid kicked the ball like a whirlwind, altering its direction without affecting its speed.

Roland was dazed as he observed their game.

Inspired, he returned to his desk and found a piece of paper, on which he wrote "consecutive ejection of spatial bubbles."

He then left the Magic Tower for the meadow outside of the city, where nobody was around.

Instead of casting spells right away, he tried experiments first.

He absorbed a rock weighing more than fifty kilograms into a spatial bubble, before he spurted it out again.

The rock roared and spiraled upward for thirty meters before it was finally about to drop.

At this point, another spatial bubble absorbed the rock and spurted it out half a second later, giving another boost to the rock.

But no spatial bubbles could absorb the rock anymore, because it was already out of Roland's range of spellcasting.

Well… The speed was good enough. However, the problem was that the rock would spin when it flew out of the spatial bubble. If the rock were a human being, their sense of direction and altitude would definitely be affected…

Writing the discoveries on the notebook in his system, Roland was deep in thought, wondering how to stop the item from spinning when it was ejected from the spatial bubble.

He tried multiple methods, such as changing the magic power he invested in the spatial bubble, or the way he gathered his magic power, but nothing worked.

Then, he shifted attention to the item being ejected. He changed the size of the item and found that the heavier an item was, the slower it would be and the less likely it would spin when it was ejected.

Should he increase the mass of the item?

It did not seem reliable, as it would significantly affect the speed of the item being ejected.

What should he do?

Looking at rocks of different sizes, Roland suddenly had a eureka moment. He could try casting a buff spell on those items.

Though it did seem feasible, common sense in this magic world was different from that in reality.

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Chapter 276 Human Cannonball

Actually, Roland's random idea proved successful.

He was probably the first person who had ever cast Body Fortification, Swiftness, Intelligence Improvement, and other buffs on a rock.

The spinning speed of the same rock was different when it was ejected from the spatial bubble with certain buffs.

So, the buffs actually worked, though not quite effectively as expected.

Eventually, Roland put a magic shield on the testing rock.

As it turned out, the rock did not spin at all when it was ejected from the spatial bubble.

"It worked!" Roland was quite delighted.

Then, it was time to experiment with living creatures.

Returning to Delpon, he held back his disgust and grabbed three rats from the sewer.

The first rat was absorbed into a spatial bubble without any buff. It skyrocketed after it was squirted out. When it was about to crash, Roland picked it up with Hand of Magic.

The rat was already dead. There was no external damage, but via dissection, he found that its bones were all broken.

He threw it away and picked up the second.

This rat was enhanced with Body Fortification and Swiftness before it was absorbed by the spatial bubble.

When the rat was ejected, Roland grabbed it with Hand of Magic again.

The rat was alive, but seemed so exhausted that it was dying.

Roland observed for a moment and found no external wounds on the rat.

Very soon, this rat died too. After dissection, Roland found that this rat suffered internal injuries too, albeit much more lightly than the first rat did.

Was it because Body Fortification increased the rat's sturdiness?

The third rat was experimented on after being covered with a magic shield.

Then, Roland discovered, to his delight, that the third rat did not spin when it was launched, and that it was running about agilely with the magic shield after it landed.

In the end, he decided to experiment on himself.

Roland cast Body Fortification on himself first. After all, his odds of survival would be greater in this way.

Then, he covered himself in a magic shield.

After that, a spatial bubble was established behind him, and the weird attraction force swallowed him into a space gap.

Roland had been curious what was behind the purple gaps on the spatial bubble.

But after he got in, he finally realized that there was nothing.

There was no gravity, no landscape, but only purple light everywhere. He couldn't see anything half a meter away.

It was completely different from the case when he would enter a strange cosmos when he used teleportation.

Then, a strange force bound him and pushed him forward.

Thanks to the protection of the magic shield, he felt that he was being pushed, but not too fiercely.

But after he flew out of the spatial bubble, he realized that the force was much greater than he thought.

He flew into the sky at an unbelievable speed. Despite the blockage and protection of the magic shield, he still heard raging wind.

When he was about forty meters high, Roland's speed dropped significantly, and he was about to fall.

Then, Roland snapped his fingers, and a new spatial bubble enveloped him and spurted him out again.

His speed was further increased.

Then, more and more spatial bubbles appeared, and Roland flew across woods and mountains like a jet plane.

He didn't know how fast he was moving exactly, but he couldn't be faster than sound, because he didn't see any clouds caused by sonic explosions.

But the speed was enough as it was.

As more and more spatial bubbles were generated, Roland gradually got the hang of controlling the power and angle of the boost of the spatial bubbles.

Now, he was already capable of establishing a spatial bubble when he was about to crash, so that he would propelled upward again. He looked like a dragonfly dipping on the surface of the water.

Flying had always been a dream of mankind. One would inevitably feel thrilled when they were flying at a high speed.

Roland was overjoyed. He flew forward past mountaintops and raced with birds. He opened his hands and cheered like a delirious madman in the sky.

He ran out of mana, but it was fine. There was still the Mind-Calming Necklace.

When the mana in the Mind-Calming Necklace was about to run out, Roland finally cast Slow Landing on himself.

It was a spell that he didn't pick up until recently.

He slowly fell from the sky and landed on a meadow in a place that he didn't know.

Exhausted, Roland lay on the ground, his arms and his legs stretched out.

It had been four hours since he started flying. The setting sun was hanging on the horizon.

The orange glow of the sun covered the whole meadow. With eyes that were partially obstructed by the grass, he could see the gray shadows of the grass touching the red orange on the horizon in the gentle breeze.

Roland was still laughing in great delight.

It was his happiest moment since he started playing this game.

He hadn't been as happy even when he acquired epic equipment from dungeon raids or millions in money.

He had invented a new way of flying in his own manner, and it was even more successful than he'd imagined.

It was almost the most enjoyable entertainment.

He was not as satisfied even when he did it with his ex-girlfriend.

Roland posted a thread on the forum and uploaded the video of his experience in the previous four hours.

There was no telling what the network of the game cabin was based on, but it took only three seconds to upload the 20G video.

A flying skill that I've invented myself for Mages.

"Please see the video for more details. You can fly without Wind Soaring. Also, this skill is not very difficult. As the inventor, I've named this set of tricks 'Human Cannonball.'"

Two minutes after Roland posted the thread, it was marked as red and bolded. In the meantime, it was included among the featured threads.

Then, the players' comments came quite fast.

"A video of four hours? Roland, are you trying to kill me? I kept fast forwarding, until I stopped doing that and started crying in the end. The whole video is just your personal shadow. Can you take our feelings into consideration for one moment?"

"I skipped through the video too. I can only say that you can never tell how many weirdos are out there or what they will possibly do on the Internet."

"We can learn Wind Soaring at level seven. Why would we learn this Human Cannonball? It seems difficult to control. Wouldn't it be a waste of time?"

"My friend, you don't know aerial warfare at all. I'm told that Wind Soaring can't be faster than 35 meters per second, but look at this Human Cannonball… It can easily outrun Wind Soaring."

"Based on the retreating speed of the clouds in the video, the movement of Roland's hair and his clothes, and through the aerodynamic formulas, I've concluded with my remarkable mathematical abilities that Roland was flying close to the speed of sound."

"That's too unbelievable. You can catch up with a dragon at such a speed. I strongly demand the effect of spatial bubble be reduced."

"I'm a Mage specializing in Transmutation, and I'm learning the spells of the wind class to learn Wind Soaring in two months. I've even prepared the money, but I feel like crying after watching this video."

"Is there nothing you want to say about the name of this skill? Human Cannonball? I feel like jumping off the building!"

"Let go of me! Let go of me! The Hummer I contracted can run three hundred kilometers a day without any gas… Let go of me! I'm not crazy!"

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Chapter 277 Inciden

Roland knew that his use of this combination of magic would certainly change things and cause some astonishment.

However, the impact it caused was much greater than he had imagined.

It wasn't that he hadn't thought of it at all, he hadn't started thinking about it to begin with.

After all, he had just figured out a new way to use magic and it seemed practical, and the exhilaration and satisfaction took over his brain for the time being.

And on the forums, the players were just marveling at first.

Then a player started a thread that gave data on how terrifying the spell was.

On the Use of Bugs With Spatial Bubble Spell.

"A lot of players should have seen the new work of the number one Mage Roland—a projection spell being used as a flying spell. A lot of people are just watching without realizing how serious this is, so I'll tell you how scary this spell is.

"Based on the video, one can conclude that Roland's fastest flight speed is close to the speed of sound, and while it's true that he didn't start out too fast, after a dozen consecutive ejections from the spatial bubble, the speed is at a point where it's unimaginable.

"I don't know how fast a dragon can fly, I haven't seen one after all, but it took at least forty years from the time the first airplane was built to the time it broke the sound barrier, and how long did it take Roland between learning and flying fast enough to almost break the sound barrier… He still doesn't even know a real flying spell.

"So… if this isn't a bug, what is?

"In four hours of video, Roland has flown at least 3,500 kilometers. Many of you don't know what this means, but for example, Roland can run from Guangdong to Dongbei in about four hours, close to the westerner territory.

"That's almost on par with the speed of some of the faster domestic airliners.

"This makes the oversized map meaningless to Roland.

"He himself is an airplane.

"In the future, all Mages could be airplanes.

"In comparison, the Warlock's contracted horses, with the cavalry's riding skills, can only move a maximum of 300-400 kilometers per day; after all, living things need to rest.

"And this spell seems to have a low learning level, presumably from level four onwards.

"How can you tolerate such a big difference?

"I, for one, can't stand it. I've already gone to the feedback section to complain, the Mage is overpowered and there's no balance to be found.

"If you can't tolerate it, though you can also complain about it, at least strive to get some benefits for us Warriors."

A lot of players were just watching on in amusement, but after reading this post, they left comments about going to give feedback and send complaints, and in less than an hour the post became a red post, which meant it was a popular post.

A large number of players started expressing their opinions in the feedback section; some of them even used extreme words.

The average number of complaints posted reached about a hundred per second.

Of course, if there were those who opposed it, there would be those who supported it.

Many Mage players, for example, said that the game was free, that how magic was used was up to the individual, and that if they were uncomfortable, everyone could play as a Mage.

Apart from Mages, there were also many players from other professions who were supporting Roland.

But overall, it was the number of people who opposed it that slightly prevailed.

Anyway, it wasn't long before the comments section manager locked the complaints down, and at the same time, gave an announcement on the forum that the comments had been uploaded to the development team and to wait for a response.

The feedback board was locked, and the battle went to the general discussion section, otherwise known as the low-value posts section.

The two sides started threads to begin the debate, each side believing that they were correct. Although both sides had merits, most of the time, the truth was not clearer through the debate; rather, the more the debate went on, the more furious they grew, and there were even many posters who hurled insults at each other.

Roland did not know about this. He lay on the prairie for a while. The sun had gone down completely, and then it was dark all around him.

At some point, the sky was filled with dark clouds, and there was no sound other than the whistling of the wind and the rustling of the dancing grass.

An eerie silence.

Roland stood up, looked around, and then looked at his mana value. Long-Distance Teleportation was not going to work, after all, the distance was too far—three to four thousand kilometers of teleportation would have to use up at least about seventy percent of his mana value.

But Mud to Stone was not a problem.

A small two-story rock building was built, and Roland purposely sealed the doors and windows, leaving only a few small ventilation holes.

Because the prairie was overly quiet and always had a strange atmosphere, Roland worried that some strange vermin or magical beasts might attack, so he sealed the doors and windows and thickened the walls of the house.

Then he took out small tables and chairs from his Backpack, as well as food and drinks, and cast a Light Ball.

Then he browsed the web while eating.

He didn't look at the forums but watched a movie. It would be a bit annoying to read the forum every day, and it wasn't a bad thing to enjoy entertainment and relax once in a while.

As he was watching, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

The surroundings were very quiet, so quiet that he could hear his own heartbeat.

This was abnormal.

Being in a natural environment, even if it was quiet, there would always be some noise.

It would either be the sound of biological activity or the sound produced by other natural phenomena.

If there really was a situation where there were no outside sounds whatsoever, then one's own body would become an echo chamber.

The sound of the stomach moving to digest food, the sound of the blood flowing, the sound of the heart beating, and so on.

All of these sounds would be infinitely amplified in the silence, causing normal people to become neurotic and even begin to develop fear.

Roland was now level six and had high mental resistance.

He wasn't afraid, but he started to feel uncomfortable and even quite depressed.

And instinctively, he sensed that something was wrong.

A very uncomfortable aura enveloped him.

Roland stood up.

There was no window in the room, so naturally, he couldn't see the outside. In this situation, he didn't want to "open" a window, in case something jumped in.

He threw down three magic spiders and ordered them to crawl to the outside through the ventilation holes.

Then several images came in through the mental channel.

Around the house, several giant spiders appeared.

At first, Roland thought it was a giant spider he had seen in Red Mountain Town, but then what the magic spiders transmitted back shocked him.

These spiders were all three meters tall, silver-white, and most importantly, they all had a huge human face on their backs.

Initially, Roland thought that this was a pattern on the spider's back, but then the images sent back from the magic spiders showed that these faces were smiling and laughing weirdly.

These spiders were weaving cocoons, and together, they had already built an empty, tall, egg-shaped cocoon around the house, and now they were just missing the opening at the head of the house. The strangest thing was that when they moved, there was no sound at all, and even the sounds from outside seemed to have been eliminated.

Were they capturing him?

Roland looked at his mana value; it had recovered to around 51%, thanks to the specialty of Roland's Zeal. His mana value was still recovering quite quickly.

It was expected that by the time these human-faced spiders had woven the cocoon, Roland would have more than enough magic power to use Long-Distance Teleportation.

Roland had thought that these spiders would seal themselves in with their prey, after all, it was like a means of rounding up prey.

However, unexpectedly, these spiders crawled out from the opening on top of their heads and finally sealed that as well.

They seemed to have trapped Roland inside.

Hmm… is this like storing food?

Roland's interest was piqued.

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Chapter 278 Drows

Roland was now interested in finding out about those spiders.A kind of spider that could eliminate the sound around it was probably a magical beast, and it could also build cocoons and knew how to work as a group—these spiders were countless times stronger than the giant spiders in Red Mountain Town.

What was their ability to eliminate sound, magic, or was it caused by their own special organs?

It was most likely magic, so what was the principle?

He had heard that there was a silence spell in magic, but it only eliminated the sound of one's footsteps when moving. Sounds like clothes rubbing, blood flowing, heartbeats, and so on couldn't be eliminated. These spiders, on the other hand, were clearly eliminating all sounds within a large area.

This technique was many times more powerful than the silence spell.

He really wanted to figure out what the principle of this magic was.

This was why Roland didn't rush to use Teleportation to go back, but directed the three magic spiders to go to a suitable monitoring position, and used his magic power to make the outer layer of the stone house grow some small untraceable holes. Then the magic spiders wormed in, and continued to monitor the outside while staying in a blind spot.

Roland was waiting until those spiders came back.

He was afraid that if he destroyed the cocoon, he would drive the spiders away.

After all, magical beasts that knew how to eliminate sound were usually lurking hunters.

The "guts" of the average lurking hunter were particularly small.

Roland continued to watch movies and occasionally visited the forums.

He had thought it would take at least two or three days for the spiders to return, and was prepared for a long wait; after all, he had quite a bit of food in his Backpack.

But he hadn't expected that less than three hours later, the magic spiders responsible for monitoring the outside world would each send back surveillance footage.

Several silvery-white armored claws picked apart the top of the white cocoon, and then three spiders jumped down through the hole in the broken cocoon.

They all had a humanoid creature sitting on them.

When they landed on the ground, it was clear that the impact was so strong that their bodies almost flattened, but still no sound came from them.

Roland stretched out one of his mental threads.

This mental thread was very thin, so thin that it was like hair.

Generally speaking, even if it touched a person, it would not be perceived unless the person being touched was shockingly perceptive.

The mental thread passed through the thick rocky wall, but it was quickly blocked by a thick layer of magic.

What's this?

Roland's mental thread moved at a fast speed adhering to this thick layer of magic, spinning up and down in less than thirty seconds.

Roland then discovered to his surprise that his stone building was surrounded by a circular magic cover.

The cover seemed to have the effect of isolating sound and was very much like a boundary.

Even spiders can use boundaries?

Roland withdrew his mental thread.

The magic spiders continued to send images back.

Three people jumped off the spiders' backs. They wore gray robes that hid their faces and forms.

The three then approached Roland's stone building, one of them raising their hand. The stone walls rapidly disappeared as they turned stone to mud and sand.

This person also knew Stone to Mud, but in terms of casting speed, it was much worse than Roland's. If Roland wanted to resist the other person's Stone to Mud, he would use Mud to Stone to make up for it and he would definitely be faster than the other person.

Roland was sure that if his magic power was not used up, the other party would not be able to break up the small building.

But Roland also wanted to get in touch with the other party. It didn't matter if they were good or if they came with malicious intent, at least he had to know what kind of magic they used to cut off the sound.

Roland then set himself up with Language Proficiency.

This wasn't Hollevin, and the other party mostly likely didn't speak Hollevin's language.

Soon, the front wall of the stone building was gone.

Roland stood at the edge of the second floor, looking down at the other party of three people and three spiders.

Without the wall in the way, Roland smiled down at the three people in a gesture of friendship.

Then the three people opposite him lifted their hoods.

Roland's expression was a bit strange for a moment.

These three people were dark-skinned, had long ears, and were quite good-looking.

Three dark-skinned female elves… Drows?

The drows were something that Roland had naturally heard of.

This race that was exactly the same as the elves in form, but with opposite skin color and opposite temperament, was famous throughout the world.

Words like tyranny, filth, and renegade were used to describe drows.

When Roland saw the three dark-skinned elves and then thought about what he had read in the books about drows, he felt a bit overwhelmed.

The three drows broke the boundary that could shut out sound, and then the three of them looked at Roland, their eyes growing brighter.

One of the drows even licked her lower lips: the excited expression of a cat seeing a mouse.

The other two drows stared at Roland, their pupils filled with a wicked possessive glare.

Roland was about to say something, to give a friendly greeting, but they ended up talking to each other first.

"Such clean and pure magic power, he's mine, no one can take him from me."

"Why should he be yours, he was discovered by all of us, everyone has a share."

"Siesta, I haven't settled the score with you for the last time you sucked that sturdy Barbarian swordsman dry, so let me have it this time."

"She sucked it dry, I didn't, so how come I don't have a share?"

"Can't we all just shut up and have one day each?"

Roland stood on the second floor and listened with a furrowed brow.

The books he had read said that drows had a matriarchal clan system, with a queen in power and high statuses for women.

And the status of male drows… they did all the hard work, ate less than dogs, and worked more than cattle.

And they were beaten and scolded by women every day.

They lived terribly.

Roland listened for a while, and when he saw that they were getting more and more ridiculous, he coughed and asked, "You three drow ladies, what are you implying by surrounding my house?"

The three drows looked up at him at the same time, as if they had seen a ghost.

Then they realized something.

"Language Proficiency."

"This Mage is pretty good. I'm getting more and more interested."

"Stop arguing. The fellow has some strength, one of us isn't a match for him, so let's join hands and try to catch him first."

As the three of them spoke, their gazes toward Roland became fervent.

The drow standing in the middle pointed at Roland and called out excitedly, "Servants, go up and grab…"

As soon as she spoke, a bolt of lightning blasted directly at her.

Roland had recently finished catching up on level-one and level-two projectile spells.

As a level-two Evocation spell, Lightning had the characteristics of being fast to cast, and its trajectory was incredibly short.

The only downside was that it was not too powerful.

This drow flew back and quickly stood up with a kick-up. Her long black hair frizzled outward and her voice quivered, which was the result of the lightning numbing her tongue.

"Grab… him."

The three human-faced spiders opened their large mouthparts and dove straight at Roland on the second floor from a distance of six meters.

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Chapter 279 I Want to Recreate I

If it had been a month ago, Roland would have definitely summoned the shield-wielding puppet to protect himself.However, there was a big flaw in that kind of protection: the puppet was easily knocked away and had no protection against attacks from above.

But Roland didn't need to go through such troubles now that he had Magic Shield, the Mage's strongest defense, a defensive spell that could be used for the rest of his life.

Three human-faced spiders landed half a meter in front of him, huge sharp-toothed mouthparts stretched out, and all were blocked by a transparent Magic Shield as a result.

The mouthparts shattered inch by inch under the high-speed impact, and the three spiders screamed before being bounced back.

As for the other two drows, one went invisible, the other leaped back several meters and with a movement of the hand, three throwing knives—one on the left, two on the right—flew in an arc towards Roland's Magic Shield.

They were fast, and although Roland reacted in time, he didn't dodge; he had the intention to test the strength of the Magic Shield.

In the end, two of the three throwing knives were bounced off the instant they hit the Magic Shield.

The one on the other side, on the other hand, pierced through the Magic Shield, startling Roland.

But that was all—it broke the Magic Shield, without a doubt, but it was stuck in between layers of the shield.

Roland discovered that the curved, red-handled throwing knife actually had magical energy flowing through it.

Roland took the dagger down and placed it in his hand.

Enchanted weapons? Spell-breaking effects?

As Roland was startled, the drow who had disappeared suddenly appeared behind Roland.

The moment she appeared, she stabbed at Roland's back with a sharp short sword.

However, it was blocked by the Magic Shield just the same.

Roland turned back, and the drow that failed to sneak attack tried to pull away and flee, but a red figure suddenly appeared behind her. A horizontal slash came from a long miaodao.

This drow was so scared that she immediately rolled sideways.

A normal person's tumble was simply a tumble, but an agility profession's tumble was an ability.

Depending on one's coordination (agility), strength, and whether or not one was good at tumbling, there was a huge difference in the tumbling ability of the agility professions.

Some people could only tumble two or three meters in half a second, while others who specialized in tumbling could do so in about 0.2 seconds and they could tumble for more than 10 meters.

It was almost comparable to a Mage's Teleportation.

The world of magic simply couldn't be surmised with common sense.

This drow could only tumble a distance of six meters in about 0.3 seconds, but she still broke away from the puppet's attack range extremely quickly.

After she tumbled and escaped, she shouted to her previously electrified companion, "Make a move already."

This drow was finally released from her paralysis from Lightning and she was about to make a move, only to have another Lightning hit her.

Once again, she fell into a state of paralysis.

The other two turned and fled as soon as they saw this, and they jumped onto separate human-faced spiders, about to ride their mounts out of the cocoon.

But Roland snapped his fingers, and the wide-ranged Ice Ring was launched immediately.

A ring of white frost spread directly along the ground, and the first to be hit was the electrically paralyzed drow, the ring of ice freezing her legs.

The Ice Ring then spread along the inner layer of the cocoon directly upward, and actually reached the spider legs of the two human-faced spiders that were about to crawl out of the cocoon's gap, then froze the opening of the cocoon at a very fast speed.

The two drows defied gravity and sat down on the spider's back upside down as they looked at the frozen exit with expressions of despair.

Roland looked up at them and said with a smile, "Won't you come down and talk?"

Although drows were tyrannical, they actually knew when to advance and when to retreat.

When they were strong, they would kill their enemies in brutal ways, and when they were weak, they would flee of their own accord. When they really couldn't escape, they would fall to their knees and beg for mercy.

Integrity was something that, to them, was discarded at birth.

The two drows looked at each other, then they jumped down onto the ice and both got down on one knee.

One of them said with a flattering smile, "What can I do for you, esteemed Mage?"

The other drow touched her own thigh seductively with one hand and moved it slowly upward, her voice was full of suggestiveness. "Sir, anything can be promised as long as you don't hurt us."

Heh… obscene, just like the books say.

The three drows, while all quite beautiful, were no match for Andonara, and were about on par with Vivian.

However, they all had great figures and surpassed Vivian in this aspect.

However, Roland still wasn't interested.

If he truly had that need, it would be better to seek Andonara.

Besides, it was rumored that drows were quite dirty, and if he acted recklessly with them, he might even contract some disease.

Many of the viruses of that kind of disease were magical creatures[a[b, and even Abolish Poison wasn't effective on them.

Unless, of course, the one abolishing the poison was very, very strong.

The other drow was now finally struggling out of her paralysis. She didn't dare to attack Roland again, but instead followed the example of her two companions and got down on one knee.

Roland looked at them and first summoned two more offensive puppets to surround the three of them.

The three drows faltered at the sight of the three offensive puppets, and then immediately twisted their figures even more enticingly.

It was also hard for them to make seductive poses while kneeling on one knee.

Roland shook his head helplessly. "Just tell me how those spiders managed to eliminate the sound in this area."

The three drows looked at each other, and finally, the drow who had become invisible said, "Esteemed Mage, that is a Sound Barrier. Haven't you heard of it?"

Roland shook his head. "Of course not. Do you know how to use it?"

The three drows didn't speak. Their skin was so dark that their expressions could hardly be discerned.

Their lips, however, were similar in color to cherry blossoms and looked strange when paired with their black skin.

"If any of you can teach me, or tell me about the spell model, I'll let you three go."

The three drows' expressions became even more bewildered.

The drow whose hair was electrified and standing on end couldn't help but say, "Esteemed Mage, the Sound Barrier is a divine spell of our goddess, Lolth, and outsiders can't learn it."

"Then why can spiders use it?"

"These human-faced spiders are created by the males of our clan, and they are still essentially drows themselves." The drow continued to explain, "When they become spiders, they gain some special abilities, and the Sound Barrier is one of them. it is convenient for them to help us catch our prey."

"You all know it, I suppose."

The drows nodded.

Roland smiled. "Then use it in front of me a few times and I'll see if I can recreate it."

[a]i don't understand this

[b]Many of the viruses of 'that kind of disease' (as in STDs) are living magical creatures.

Feel free to adjust the sentence so that it sounds more understandable.

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Chapter 280 You Stay

For the average person, divine magic was a gift from the gods, and outsiders couldn't learn it.Whether one was good or evil, many people felt that this was basic common sense.

But as Roland learned more and more magic and increased his own level, he was able to sense more and more things with his mental power.

For example, he could perceive danger and incoming projectiles, but these were just additional effects.

The really powerful benefit about having strong mental power… was that he seemed to be able to feel the tip of the iceberg when another person used magic.

In other words, he had an inkling of the spell model's circulation route, though it was only a few nodes.

However, this was a breakthrough in progress.

Going from one to nine wasn't really hard, it was going from zero to one that was hard.

The drow looked at Roland, was silent for a moment, and said, "Sir, we are using divine magic, not magic."

"It doesn't matter if it's divine magic, as long as you use it more often," Roland said with a smile. "Don't worry, if I am sure I have no way to learn it, I will also let you go."

The three drows were all relieved.

Then they took turns using Sound Barrier at Roland's request.

At any given time, Roland could only capture a few nodes, but he was in no hurry and recorded every node he captured, using the notepad that came with the system.

The three drows didn't have much magic power. Each of them would run out of mana after casting Sound Barrier three to four times, and in less than half a day, Roland had drained them of their magic power.

Looking at the three dispirited drows, Roland said with a smile, "Come stay in my small house, I have enough food, and take your time to recover your magic power. I'm in no hurry."

The three drows looked at Roland's smile, and for some reason, they had the impression of seeing a demon.

Next, the three drows ate and slept, slept and ate, and in between, they cast Sound Barrier a few times during the day—they were being raised as pigs.

Roland's Backpack had a lot of food and rations stored inside. After all, there was nothing worth storing for him, so he subconsciously stuffed a lot of dry food into it, purely as a kind of obsessive compulsion, always wanting to fill it up.

Unexpectedly, a large number of rations actually came in handy in this situation.

For the past ten days or so, all three drows had been well-behaved.

One aspect of this was that Roland was indeed stronger than them.

Drows were a very practical race that worshiped power, and when they were defeated, they wouldn't act recklessly if they didn't have a chance of winning.

Another aspect was that the rations that Roland took out were a real pleasure for them to eat.

Roland had always thought that the drows had an abundance of food; after all, the books didn't talk about it.

But in reality, this prairie where he was now had little food production.

There were also very few animals; there were only birds, insects, and other small creatures.

The kingdom of drows was built underground, and there was even less food underground, most of which was in the hands of the big shots.

This was why the majority of the time, the hungry drows would venture to the surface for food.

The rations that Roland gave were all meat… It was a rare treat for the drows. To them, even rations were still a delicacy and quite filling.

This was why they had no intention of running.

Instead, they tried even harder to seduce Roland, wanting to stay by his side.

However, Roland was unmoved.

Roland was also wondering why in the beginning these drows were somewhat rebellious, but now, they were well-behaved.

Of course, being well-behaved was a good thing.

Then after a few more days, Roland finally wrote down all the magic nodes of the Sound Barrier.

He looked at the tightly packed nodes on the notepad, then smiled at the three drows and said, "Well, you can go now."

But then, none of the three drows moved.

One of them even said, "Sir, how about we follow you?"

"What are you guys thinking?" Roland laughed. "Drows are evil creatures and are considered hostile to us humans. Under normal circumstances, a drow entering the human world would be killed, unless she's wearing a slave ring around her neck."

"Then why didn't you kill us, sir?"

Roland thought about it and said, "Right now, I don't see you guys doing anything bad, so I can't kill you. Besides, you guys didn't try to kill me before, you just wanted to kidnap me, right?"

In fact, Roland's suspicion was correct. These three drows did indeed have the intention of kidnapping Roland and bringing him back to the underground kingdom for breeding.

In the matriarchal society of drows, a woman often had three or four husbands. Their self-esteem was very high, and the number of husbands was related to how high their invisible social status was.

Multiple human husbands were no big deal at all.

And Mages had always been the first choice for breeding.

Looking at the stunned expressions of the three drows, Roland was about to snap his fingers and teleport away, but he suddenly remembered something and took out a throwing knife from his Backpack. He said to the drow who had thrown it at him before, "This is a magical weapon, dp you know enchantment?"

This drow nodded, a look of anticipation in her eyes.

The other two drows looked at her enviously.

"Can you teach enchantment to me?"

This drow nodded vigorously, "Although my enchantment abilities aren't great, I can teach you all the basics."

"Well then, you stay."

This drow perked up while she proudly looked down at her two companions next to her.

The other two drows looked at her with resentment, then left with very reluctant expressions.

Roland sat this drow down and said, "Learning enchantment wasn't part of my previous conditions. I'll pay you some gold coins when you've taught me the basics."

The drow smiled and said, "Sir, you're very principled, much more responsible than our male drows."

Roland had no interest in the drow's flattery and asked, "How much do I have to pay for tuition?"

"Before that…" this drow said, looking at the cocoon hole above her head, "we need to get out of here. I know my people too well, and they'll soon return to the underground kingdom and find friends and family to 'welcome' us."

Roland wasn't surprised, as he had actually considered this, "So do you have any place to hide your tracks?"

The drow stood up, nodded, and said, "Yes. Also, sir, you may call me Mirna."

Not being very authoritarian, Roland took Mirna's advice and changed locations, walking at least thirty kilometers across the steppe before burrowing into an underground pit.

"I dug this myself. I was going to spend my last moments here when I was too old to hold a weapon, but also as my graveyard."

As Mirna stood in the round pit, her expression had an eeriness to it.

Roland instinctively took two steps back; he had just felt a strange power in Mirna's body.

It wasn't Mirna's power, though: it was as if she had been briefly possessed by something.

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