Inside Roland Manor.
The sun was shining just right, and the two women on the balcony were drinking afternoon tea.
The midday sun shone on Andonara's body, and her milky white skin reflected the crystal light.
She is not afraid of the sun. In other words, almost all professionals are not afraid of the sun. She will not get tan no matter how much she is exposed to the sun.
Unless the professionals themselves are black.
After a nice taste of the milk wine, she felt very at ease now. This kind of life is called life.
When I lived in the palace before, I had to be cautious at all times, for fear of doing something wrong and making someone unhappy.
Even if you are with so-called "relatives", you have to always be careful about your words and manners. If you behave inappropriately, you will immediately be stared at with half a smile.
She was not born into a noble family, so she was treated harshly.
That’s all.
She was obviously a stepmother, but she could still see the possessiveness in the eyes of the eldest prince, the second prince... wait, even the seventh prince who was just twelve years old, which made her sick.
Outsiders are not enemies to be afraid of. The most terrifying enemies are among one's own people.
This put Andonara in a dilemma of whether she should take action or not.
What made her feel even more chilling was that her husband, His Majesty the King, seemed to have no thoughts about her.
It's not the feeling of not being affectionate, but the feeling of not caring about this person at all.
In this environment where she was clearly a queen, but was discriminated against, spied on, and treated with indifference and violence by her 'relatives', Andonara's uneasiness became more and more serious.
Almost to the point of depression.
She endured it for a long time, but finally she couldn't bear it anymore. The Magic Tower happened to kidnap people, so she took this opportunity to test it out.
The result left her very disappointed, and the king had no intention of coming to her.
Later, when she returned to the royal family, she was forced by the king to identify Kaka Bader as the murderer who abducted her.
The most outrageous thing was that a few days later, she was placed under house arrest in a manor outside the palace, preparing to be executed the next day.
It was at that time that her heart became cold.
Originally, she had planned to kill whoever came up with the 'Scroll of Atonement', even if it was a big noble, prince or duke, who dared to lay a finger on her, then return to the palace and die.
Anyway, the world is so big that there is no place for oneself.
But I didn't expect that it was Roland who came.
A grown man who clearly came to kill her, but was willing to save her after knowing the whole story.
Such a big man is like a towering tree, and she is like a vine, destined to wrap around the tree in order to survive.
When you encounter one, you cling to it and won't let go.
Roland will be away for a long time, but Andonara is not anxious or worried at all.
This is Roland's home, and he wants to come back as soon as possible.
And what she has to do is to protect everything in this family, including her opponent, Vivian.
She is still the queen now, not that she is still attached to this title, but this title seems to make Roland's heart flutter.
This is of great value to be preserved.
At this time, Roland was lying in the grass on the roadside and vomiting.
After vomiting the food in the stomach bag, I started vomiting stomach acid. After vomiting stomach acid, I started vomiting biliary green. Finally, I vomited all the biliary green and almost vomited out my kidneys.
Of course this is just an illusion, but it is enough to prove how bad Roland's condition is at this time.
He thought that since he was used to the teleportation technique, there should be no problem with the long-distance teleportation technique.
It turns out...the negative effects of the two are not at the same level at all.
If the teleportation technique is like riding on a small boat for a long time in a typhoon of level 6 or 7, then the teleportation technique is like being thrown into a drum washing machine, turning up and down, left, right, front and back, clockwise, counterclockwise, and then Dehydrate again and spin dry.
What a nightmare.
Anyway, now he has almost no fighting ability and can't cast any magic at all. Even a ten-year-old child can stab him to death with a sharp sword.
Fortunately, this place is relatively remote. The most important thing is... He is wearing a magic robe. Even if he is lying on the ground with a pale face, no one dares to come up and cause trouble for him.
After lying on the ground for nearly two hours, Roland was finally able to stand up.
However, he found that his legs were shaking and he couldn't walk at all. Finally, he took out a sheepskin water bag from the system backpack, drank a few sips of warm water, and rested for more than 20 minutes before he felt better.
After all, it is the body of a professional, so the recovery speed is naturally much faster than that of ordinary people.
An ordinary person wouldn't be able to recover for two or three days.
Roland walked towards the city gate again, and then met Antis again at the city gate.
The handsome young man was a little surprised when he saw Roland's pale face, so he took the initiative to step forward and asked, "You look like this, are you poisoned?"
"No." Roland held on to the stone bricks of the city wall and waved his hands feebly.
"Does that mean he was squeezed dry by the queen?" Antis said with a smirk.
Roland rolled his eyes helplessly: "That's even more impossible."
"It doesn't matter if you don't want to admit it. I just think so." Antis looked at Roland with admiration: "You seduced the queen away, but the royal family didn't bother you. Not only was there no wanted order, but the title of queen was also Keep it too. Tsk, how did you do that?"
Roland leaned against the wall, thought for a while, and said, "Maybe the king has a special 'hobby'."
"How is that possible!" Antis pursed his lips and smiled, and said like a flower: "If I don't tell you so much, it will be bad if the royal family associates you with it for no reason. Looking at you like this... let me call a carriage for you."
"also."
Soon the carriage came, Roland got on it, and then asked the coachman to take him to the magic tower where Master Bear was.
After reporting his name, Roland was quickly invited to the study on the upper floor of the magic tower.
The bear magician Tobjörn opened the door for him personally this time and invited him inside.
"You don't look good. Are you squeezed dry by the queen?" Tobjörn's big bald head reflected the dazzling sunlight.
Roland's expression was extremely helpless: "That's enough. One or two of you, why are you thinking of the queen?"
"Otherwise, I can't explain why you, a magician, are not poisoned, but your face looks like this." Tobjörn laughed twice.
"This is my first time using teleportation." Roland put his elbows on the table, then pressed his hands on his temples and said: "Master Tobjörn, when you first used teleportation magic, didn't you have this Are you feeling nauseous?"
Tobjörn looked stern. He looked at Roland seriously, and finally said calmly: "I don't know how to teleport magic, only teleportation."
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Roland looked at each other in surprise.
"You don't have to look at me like that." Tobjörn said calmly: "Space magic itself is a very esoteric and difficult system to learn, only a little worse than prophecy magic. I can learn the teleportation technique, and I can use it in the entire Holevin In the kingdom, he is already considered a genius in the space system. As for remote teleportation magic, as far as I know, there are only two people who can do it. And they are all warlocks, not mages. They can learn it naturally, it is talent, and it has nothing to do with intelligence. It doesn’t matter too much.”
Roland felt a little incredible.
Teleportation magic is not difficult.
This is the benefit of systematic education, or the systematic education of the past twenty years.
If nothing else, at least his self-learning ability is quite strong.
Seeing that Roland didn't speak, Tobjörn continued to smile and said: "So, Mr. Roland, what is your purpose of coming to me this time?"
"I want to buy some magic models from you." Roland said slowly: "Anything is fine, high-level or low-level, as long as it is something I haven't learned yet."
Tobjörn turned around and rummaged in the bookshelf, then found several model drawings and placed them all in front of Roland.
"It's all for you, no money required."
Roland showed no joy, just looked at each other quietly.
He knows very well that the more free something is, the more expensive it may be, and he will need to pay a greater price in the future.
"Why, suddenly you don't want it anymore?" Tobjörn asked with a smile.
Roland leaned back slightly and asked, "What do you want?"
Tobjörn looked at Roland and was silent for a while, his expression very serious. After a while, he said: "I hope you won't stop me from becoming the president."
"That's it?"
"That's it!" Tobjörn nodded.
Roland asked with some confusion: "I am just the president of a branch in a border city. I have no ability to influence you to become the president."
Tobjörn said firmly: "No, you do."
Roland laughed: "I still know how much I weigh."
Tobjörn shook his head slightly, his expression looking particularly strange: "It's not good if people are too humble."
Roland was even more puzzled when he saw the other party's expression.
"I heard before that there is a statue outside the royal city that allows people to learn a special ability that can speed up the recovery of magic power." Tobjörn looked at Roland's eyes and looked at them seriously: "But I never believed it until yesterday. I went outside the city, saw the statue, and gained the ability to quickly restore magic power."
Roland sighed helplessly, knowing that the other party had misunderstood.
"Actually, you are more famous than you think, at least in our association."
Roland only thought about it for two seconds and then nodded: "Don't worry, I won't stop you from becoming the president."
Tobjörn smiled heartily, pointed at the magic model on the table, and made a gesture of invitation.
After checking, Roland found that there were only two magic models that he did not have.
One is 'Space Bubble Jet' and the other is Magic Barrier.
The former is a special space-based killing skill, and the latter is a general defensive magic.
This is also the first defensive magic that Roland has obtained in a real sense.
After getting the model, Roland left Tobjörn's magic tower and came outside the royal city.
The next step is to teleport back.
Just as Roland touched his stomach... a deep sadness reverberated in his heart.
After teleporting back, I felt nauseous and wanted to vomit again.
It makes me uncomfortable just thinking about it.
It’s just that men have to be harsher on themselves. He hesitated for a long time, then finally gritted his teeth and activated the teleportation technique.
After a violent spin and confusion, he felt his feet on the ground, then his legs became weak and he immediately knelt down.
He retched vigorously, almost vomiting his intestines out of his stomach this time.
Because there is nothing left in the stomach to vomit.