Seeing that Roland was willing to copy, Tobjörn nodded with satisfaction, and his bald head seemed to shine brighter.
He took a parchment from the bookshelf, put it in front of Roland, and said: "This is the dimensional anchor magic. You have two hours to copy it. I will ask the butler to bring the paper and pen and ink later. of."
Then he picked up the staff again and stroked it gently, looking like he couldn't put it down.
Roland opened the book... It was a very large piece of stitched kraft paper. When folded in a specific way, it looked like a book.
Turning on the system's built-in camera function, Roland took photos of this dimensional anchor spell model from four angles.
Then he said to Tobjörn: "Okay, Your Excellency, I have written it down."
Tobjörn was so frightened that he almost dropped the staff in his hand to the ground.
"You actually wrote down these thousands, almost ten thousand, nodes?"
Roland smiled and said: "We, the Golden Sons, have a special recording method."
"It's really enviable. You are immortal, and your memory ability is quite strong now." Tobjörn sighed, and the staff in his hand did not seem to be so attractive to him: "Are all you golden sons monsters?"
Roland smiled modestly.
Although the nobles tacitly do not want to talk about the Golden Sons in public, after all, these guys are different from ordinary civilians and have no fear of them.
Under normal circumstances, they would have bullied these golden sons just like they bullied civilians.
But the problem is that the Golden Son is really not easy to mess with.
As long as they are immortal, they are all professionals, and their strength at the same level seems to be stronger than that of ordinary professionals.
What's even more disgusting is that these golden sons are very nosy, and they will interfere with anything they can't stand.
There are fewer golden sons here in the royal city, so it's not very obvious. A few people came here some time ago, and they ran away after taking a large amount of money from the nobles, even taking away their clothes.
It only caused some waves and discussion.
But the intelligence gathering abilities of the nobles are not weak. They have heard intermittently that two city lords have died at the hands of the Golden Son.
Although in the end the Golden Son still abided by the unspoken rules and had no intention of changing the bloodline of the city lord, no matter which city lord or the current head of the noble family wanted to die.
In addition, more and more golden sons are coming to the rescue of beggars and common people, and many noble families have an intuitive impression of them.
A group of strange alien races whose outlook is comparable to that of kind-hearted metal dragons.
Such a race is very troublesome... Metal dragons often turn into human forms and run to the human world to punish evil and promote good. It is troublesome enough.
Now there is another group of golden sons.
Life for the nobles became increasingly difficult.
Tobjörn put down the staff in his hand, and then said: "Where are the two nodes you just mentioned, point it out to me again."
"Here." Roland immediately placed the spell model he had prepared on the table.
In fact, he had already understood it, but when he was doing the whole thing, he naturally had to show that he was listening attentively.
Torbjörn is worthy of being a master-level mage. He only glanced at it twice before saying: "These two points are indeed somewhat difficult, especially for a mage like you who has just reached the elite level. The key to this point is the magic When transmitting power, it must be steady and detailed, but at this point, the magic power transmission must be intensified. The magic power requirements of all nodes are different, so you have to grasp the feeling."
"I understand." Roland nodded.
"By the way, can I take another look at this spell model?" Tobjörn suddenly asked.
Roland smiled and said: "Of course there is no problem, I will give it to you, Master."
"Thank you." Tobjörn touched his bald head, feeling a little embarrassed, and then said: "My magic tower still has two floors empty, how about you stay here during this period?"
"No, thank you." Roland waved his hand gently: "I stayed at Kaka Bader's place and am very familiar with him."
"The boy from the Bard family, I heard that he has been in some trouble recently. Are you here to help him?"
Roland shrugged: "I only found out after I came here, but I can't help much. I'm just a son of gold. I have no roots or power in this world. I can only comfort him by the side. But I heard that he has his own I don’t know much about the method.”
"Oh, in this case, can you still survive?" Tobjörn said with great interest: "Then I want to take a closer look."
Roland looked at the sky outside at this time and said: "Sir Tobjörn, thank you very much for your answer. Coming to visit you is indeed the right choice. I also want to listen to your teachings again, but now I have some important things to deal with. , I’ll take my leave for now.”
After speaking, Roland stood up.
"Come back when you have time." Tobjörn nodded with a smile.
Then the housekeeper standing outside came in and led Roland down to the magic tower.
The westward sunlight shone in through the window, shining brightly on Tobjörn's bald head.
It was hot and uncomfortable.
In the past, Tobjörn would have immediately gone over to close the window. He didn't like his bald head to be exposed to the sun. He would always wear a hood when going out in the sun.
It just so happens that magic robes usually come with a hood. After putting it on, your head is covered and your face is hidden in the shadow of the hood, giving you the mysterious look of a magician.
But now, he was fascinated by the spell model diagram of teleportation in front of him.
Compared with the ordinary teleportation spell model, this spell model has more nodes, and the connections and distances between the nodes are more in line with his cognition.
In other words, if he casts the spell according to this spell model, many of the steps he used in the past can be omitted, thereby achieving the same transmission distance with less mental energy.
The most important thing is that because this spell model diagram is very accurate, if he can correct his previous spell-casting habits, he can control the teleportation distance more accurately.
There will be no phenomenon where you want to teleport to the top of a rock with a foothold only about the size of your palm, but teleport too far.
In actual combat, this can be teleported to some very complex terrains, which is of great tactical value.
Did Roland make this spell model picture himself
What a genius.
Wait... Roland's name sounded familiar. He suddenly remembered something. He dug out the model diagram of the spell derived from Spell Hand on the bookshelf and saw the name noted at the back.
Roland!
Thinking back to when he introduced himself just now, he said that he was the president of the Magic Tower in Delbon City.
It turned out to be him!
"Perhaps, we need to propose to the General Assembly in the future to limit the channels for Golden Son mages to obtain spell models and not allow them to progress too quickly, otherwise... we will have no place to stand in the future."
He regretted giving the dimensional anchor to Roland.
Roland returned to Kaka's manor and saw several carriages at the door.
A group of people were pointing around Kaka in the garden.
Kaka's expression looked very angry.
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