Don’t reach out to hit the smiling person.
Roland looked the middle-aged mage up and down, and he knew very well that the next thing could not go on.
In this case, if we force it again, the situation will be reversed.
After all, the other party was a teacher, and he was submissive on behalf of two noble mages. If Roland continued to refuse, public opinion would be very unfavorable to him.
The maid had been rescued and her goal had been achieved.
But... the finishing touches that need to be done still have to be done.
Roland said to the middle-aged magician: "I'm sorry, I just got here and haven't even entered the dormitory yet. Can we talk about the magic node later?"
The middle-aged magician smiled indifferently and said: "That's a pity, but it's understandable. Mr. Roland, please remember that I will wait for you at Building 17, Sixth Street, Zhongcheng District. You are welcome to come as a guest at any time." "
"Thanks."
Roland smiled at the middle-aged magician, then squatted down and said to the two noble mages who still didn't dare to raise their heads: "You are lucky this time. Someone will come to save you. But I don't believe your luck will be the same again." It's been so good every time. Next time you see me, you'd better hide as far away as possible, otherwise I can't guarantee that I will give other people face again."
Roland withdrew his released mental power, smiled at the middle-aged magician, and then walked upstairs.
After Roland's footsteps disappeared from the stairs, the two noble magicians breathed a long sigh of relief, and then sat down on the ice.
"I'm scared to death." Beard, the aristocratic magician whose robe was wetted by the maid, said with a pale face and lingering fear: "Uncle, what is the origin of this man, even you have to give him face. You are Even if you are a master, you are still a teacher.”
Another magician placed the dozen gold coins he dug out on the ground and sat down. He also looked at the middle-aged mage with curious eyes.
The middle-aged mage raised his fingers at him and said, "Go to my place and rest for a few days to avoid the limelight."
The two of them looked stunned for a moment, and then they both realized something.
Beard said in a hoarse voice: "Uncle, don't be so exaggerated. You came forward and we all have to avoid him?"
The middle-aged magician still said the same thing: "We'll talk about it when we get back."
Beard and Heinris stood up and followed the middle-aged magician obediently.
As Roland withdrew his magic power, the ice in the dormitory slowly began to disappear and turned into water.
The entire dormitory building became extremely damp. The seven magicians who had escaped before returned to the main hall and looked at the wet ground with different expressions, but no one had any objections.
More than a dozen gold coins were placed in two stacks on the ground, and no one dared to take them away.
Everyone watched for a while, and finally someone walked over, picked up the two stacks of gold coins, and placed them next to the stairs.
Then everyone dispersed.
Roland went up to the sixth floor, found room 602, shook the black wooden sign in front of the door lock, and the door opened.
Magic resonance... quite interesting.
The dormitory is a single room, and the space is not too big, only about 40 square meters.
It is fully furnished.
There is no problem living alone.
He first folded the mattress's quilt and sheets and put them aside. Then he took out his own bedding from the system backpack and spread it on the bed.
Finally, lie down on the bed in a comfortable large font.
Then he entered the forum and started to kill time by reading posts.
At this time, Roland did not know that his name began to spread in this red magic tower.
The middle-aged magician Jose brought his two nephews back home. He asked them to sit down first, and then the smile on his face immediately became serious: "Before you came, didn't anyone at home tell you that we are here?" Does the red magic tower have to be low-key? Is this the low-key you want?"
Heinris lowered his head and said nothing.
Beard argued: "Uncle, this is not because we are deliberately looking for trouble, but that boy named Beta is so hateful. I am going to punish a maid who made a mistake, why should he jump out to stop it. If that maid is a big boss The beauty is okay, but the maid is mediocre in appearance, and Beta is sick when he jumps out. If he hadn't jumped out, the bastard named Roland in the back wouldn't have conflicted with us."
For Beard, punishing a maid severely is normal and reasonable.
So he felt quite aggrieved.
The middle-aged magician sighed: "There is indeed nothing wrong with punishing a maid, but if someone comes out to support the maid, you can't sell him a favor? People like this are not beaten or scolded, but You have to give people face first before you can build it up.”
Beard said in a low voice: "I'm just so angry. He who can refute me for a maid must not be a big shot."
The middle-aged magician let out a long sigh. He was completely disappointed with Beard's emotional intelligence.
Heinris asked at this time: "Who is that Roland? Do you know him, uncle?"
"I don't know him, I just heard his name." The middle-aged magician explained: "He continuously uploaded the oil-making and water-making techniques in just two or three months. The goddess of magic recorded these two spells. , and use his name as the naming prefix."
Both Heinris and Beard were quite surprised. They knew very well that in the past hundred years or so, the Goddess of Magic has rarely included spells prefixed by the creator, but now it has included two at once. It is conceivable that The gold content of these two spells.
The middle-aged magician continued: "As I just said, whether it is oil production or water production, the spell nodes are quite concise and simple. Even a magic apprentice can learn it with a little effort. . Not to mention Roland’s peers, not even a few teachers of our generation can achieve such spell node connection skills."
Beard was a little unconvinced: "Maybe he was just lucky and inspired, and suddenly came up with these two magics."
"You think creating a spell is just a matter of making money, as long as you have good luck?" the middle-aged magician angrily said: "There are only two types of spells: those who know it and those who don't. There is no such thing as luck."
Beard scratched his head with a sly expression. Although he was not convinced by Roland, he really didn't dare to confront his uncle.
Heinris thought for a while and said: "Cousin, do you think this person can be brought into our family? We can give him an extremely good reward. For example, how about making him a French citizen?"
"Impossible." The middle-aged magician waved his hand: "I heard that Roland is still the Son of Gold. You must have heard of the bullshit temper of these people."
The air in the room suddenly became silent. After a while, Beard slowly said: "If I knew that he was the son of gold, I would have left on the spot and never let him encounter what bad things I was doing. No wonder uncle, you let us Hide for a few days!"
The middle-aged magician sneered: "Now you know you are afraid?"
Beard smiled awkwardly.
And Heinris felt like he was breaking out in a cold sweat.
It has been two years since the Golden Sons came to this world.
In the past two years, they have done a lot of things and made a lot of fools of themselves, but they have also... built up their own reputation.
Even though only a sporadic number of Golden Sons came to the Kingdom of France, the noble families of the Kingdom of France also had a certain understanding of this group.
After all, the Mercenary Union, an organization spread all over the world, effectively delivers important information.
Now, almost all noble families in France know that creatures like the Golden Sons are quite nosy. They are usually very kind, and they don't even respond when they are ridiculed.
But once they see 'injustice' or say bad things, they will stand up, mind their own business, and do what they think is right.
Whether you are a commoner, a gangster, a businessman, a noble, or even a royal family... As long as they think something is wrong with you, they will take care of you and dare to take care of you.
Now many nobles who like to kill people at will have their heads removed by the Golden Son.
Many robbers and robbers who were entrenched in the deep mountains were wiped out by the Sons of Gold. It is said that many times, just hearing that mountain bandits kidnapped villagers, they spontaneously went to help rescue people, just like saints.
They wanted to kill the maid just now, no wonder Beta jumped out.
No wonder Roland is so strong.
They must have triggered what the Golden Sons call 'beep beep beep' at that time.
Because when the player says 'task', it will be automatically converted into this sound.
Therefore, the residents of this world followed suit and regarded the blocking sound effects when players said they wanted to 'do tasks' as a noun.
After hearing that Roland was the Son of Gold and that Beta might be the son, Beard and Heinris decided to give in and hide in their uncle's place for a few days, waiting for Roland's anger to subside before going out.
Time passes day by day.
Roland hid in Room 602 to rest, browse the forums, and do magic experiments. He was very happy.
And rumors about him gradually spread.
After all, Roland's oil-making technique has been really popular recently.
Mage is a profession that consumes a lot of money. Naturally, children from wealthy noble families don't have to worry about magic resources.
But for the vast majority of magicians who come from middle-class nobles or low-class noble families, money is still extremely scarce.
Powerful magicians are rich, but only after becoming powerful.
In the early days of learning magic, magicians had no way to make money.
Most mages borrow money from relatives or join the ranks of big nobles, exchanging their future for the study funds they need now.
But after Roland's oil-making technique came out... they finally had a way to make money.
The price of astral insect oil is quite high. If you spend five or six days casting spells to accumulate it, and then sell it, it is not a problem to earn one or two gold coins.
Moreover, astral insect oil has many uses. Whether it is used as cooking oil or as a high-grade fuel, it is of the highest quality. It can even be used for some more seductive things.
The consumption is huge.
Therefore, even though many people have mastered Astral Insect Oil, its price has not dropped.
After learning this spell, many low-level magicians who were short of money found their lives much easier during this period.
So they were quite grateful to Roland who created this spell.
After Roland's conflict with two noble mages, his name was also known to others, and it slowly spread.
Seven days later, when school was about to start, Roland came out of Room 602 and walked to the main hall, where he found that there were already many more students.
And when many people saw him, their eyes immediately became much more enthusiastic.
"Look, that's Roland."
"Sure enough, he looks like a genius, almost as I imagined."
"Good man, I heard that the water-making technique was also created for the convenience of low-level magicians like us."
Roland: "????"