Originally, Roland was just famous.
All the magicians in the Red Magic Tower have the impression of him as a 'spiritual young man who knows how to innovate'.
After all, whether it is oil-making or water-making, they are all life-type spells.
In this world, force is too important. The emergence of life spells does have a certain influence and help on magicians, but it only has a certain influence and will not become mainstream.
Because no matter how much money you make, you still don’t have the confidence to meet someone who is stronger than you.
The great elder appointed Roland to join the Red Magic Tower. He only valued Roland's flexible brain and believed that when he grows up, he will be quite qualified as an assistant who can assist the magic master in innovative experiments.
No one on the upper floors of the red magic tower valued Roland's military power, nor did they want to.
That's why they decided that Roland was the squad leader, and then wanted to use him to establish their authority.
The stick and carrot approach is very common.
Unfortunately, the situation was beyond their expectations.
When Triton and Montmorillonite returned to school and told Roland's performance, things slowly began to ferment.
"Great Elder, judging from what Triton said, Roland should have mastered a new fireball technique, and it is a magic compression type." An old man stood in front of the table, put his hands in his sleeves, and said, "I think we It is necessary to bring this spell model over."
"Why did you take it?" The great elder sat behind the chair, leaned back, and asked, "Did you rob it by force?"
The standing old magician said calmly: "This is the last resort. We can promise enough benefits, whether it is money, beauty, matching his status, etc., these can be operated. Few young people can endure it. Such**."
The great elder smiled and said, "Are you very interested in this spell model?"
"Don't say you're not interested!" The standing old mage snorted: "The power of the small fireball is very strong. Roland can reach this level even before he is a master. If we use it, not only will the casting speed be greatly improved, , the power will definitely increase accordingly, which can definitely become one of our means to turn defeat into victory in an emergency."
The great elder nodded: "I understand too, but I heard that the goddess of magic seemed to have received a spell model like this more than a year ago, but she only put it out for less than half a day and then took it back. I don't know why."
"We don't need to worry about Mythra's affairs. She just has better luck and has gathered her divine power. If we can be born earlier, we will be no worse than her."
The elder Elford thought for a while and said: "I know many of you are thinking about it, but we still need the face of the Red Magic Tower. Try to persuade Roland to hand over the spell model. Money Beauty has everything. Easy to talk about."
"With your words, there will be more room for me to operate." The standing old mage laughed: "It can take as short as three days or as long as one week. I will definitely bring you good news."
The great elder laughed softly.
He felt more and more that he had done the right thing by opening the back door and dragging Roland to the red magic tower.
Roland wandered around Xicheng District for a while, and finally found a craftsman, paid a down payment, and asked them to repair the main hall of the dormitory building.
Then he took the craftsmen back to the dormitory building in Dongcheng District. While the craftsmen were working hard, he grabbed a magic student next to him who had returned from Zhongcheng District and asked, "Friends, have you found where the school is?"
The student was a little nervous and nodded vigorously: "I found it, I found it. It's the largest and tallest white dome building in the middle of Zhongcheng District. By the way, squad leader, do you want to rent a manor in Dongcheng District or buy it? A manor, I heard that there is a small manor for auction, just northeast of our place."
"Thank you." Roland expressed his gratitude to the student.
Then he found the small estate that was being auctioned.
There is an auction stand at the entrance of the manor.
This is a very common thing here in the Red Magic Tower.
Some students buy small estates when they enter school and sell them after graduation.
There was already a group of people surrounding the auction stage, and the onlookers were all mages wearing magic robes.
Two staff members wearing black clothes stood on the stage and shouted loudly: "One hundred and seventy-five gold coins once."
At this time, someone in the crowd shouted: "A descendant of France Thatcher's family, two hundred gold coins."
Before he finished speaking, someone else raised his hand and shouted: "Frances Bush family, two hundred and ten gold coins."
"France Rofield family, two hundred and twenty-five gold coins."
Roland took a breath after hearing these exaggerated quotes.
He thought he was already considered a rich man, but compared with these real rich second generations of big families, there was still a gap.
France is indeed the largest country, and its economic strength is indeed exaggerated.
Taking another look at the three hundred gold coins in his system backpack, Roland shook his head and left helplessly.
He really didn't want to live in the dormitory because the room was too small. It's not convenient to do magic experiments.
However, the small estates in Dongcheng District are so expensive, and the land prices in Zhongcheng District should be even more exaggerated.
So go to Xicheng District to try your luck
Roland came to Xicheng District and went to the tavern to ask for information.
Since he was wearing a magic robe and this was a red magic tower, the magician's status was quite high. Many "enthusiastic people" in the tavern rushed to answer his questions.
"Gambler Simon has a piece of land for sale, but it's too expensive. Big guys don't want to live in Xicheng District, and we little guys can't afford it."
Based on the information obtained from the tavern, Roland found Simon, a gambler who was happily gambling in a casino.
A tall, thin, middle-aged man with thick dark circles under his eyes.
Hearing that Roland was here to buy land, the man was very excited to take Roland back to his old small building, and then took Roland with the house deed to a quite remote piece of wasteland in Xicheng District.
He pointed to the wasteland and said: "One of my ancestors was the steward of a big shot in Zhongcheng more than a hundred years ago. This land was left by the ancestors. The place is very big, but it is a bit far away from the commercial district. But the mage Sir, please rest assured that it is absolutely quiet here, and the land is quite fertile. After the manor is built, it will not be difficult to build a few acres of grape groves and demarcate a few fertile fields."
"It's such a good land, why don't you develop it here?"
Simon the gambler shook his head: "I don't have that ability, and I'm just a gambler. I guard a small house and no one comes to trouble me. But if I lived in such a big place, my life would be gone the next day." .No one comes to snatch my house deed now because the big shots my ancestors served back then are still alive."
I see!
Are you planning to get out of trouble
Although this guy is a gambler, he still has a keen sense of danger.
Roland smiled: "How much do you plan to sell it for?"
"Fifty!" Simon the gambler said without hesitation: "Mr. Master, the price is not high at all. After all, this land is really big. And I heard from grandpa that our ancestors still hid a huge sum of money here. It’s money, but I think it’s fake, and even if it’s real, it might have been poached.”
Well, I seem to have seen this before somewhere!
Roland was in a daze for a moment, then took out a bag of gold coins that he had prepared earlier from the system backpack, exactly fifty gold coins, and handed it to Simon's hand.
Simon did not open the bag, but held it up with his hand, and then smiled and said: "By the way, it is indeed fifty pieces. This is the house deed. Master, please keep it."
After taking the house deed, Roland looked at it, confirmed it was correct, and put it into the system backpack.
Simon asked: "Would you like me to introduce you to a good house repairman?"
Roland waved his hand.
"Dear Master Mage, I'll leave first."
Simon saluted and ran away happily.
Roland waited for him to go away, then looked at a small tree on his right and said, "Come out, I know you are there."
The air is still.
The noise from the commercial street in the distance reached here and became a faint murmur.
A few seconds later, a ripple appeared in the air behind the small tree, and the figure of the white-haired catwoman wearing an old gray robe gradually became solid.
Then she slowly walked ten meters in front of Roland, her big green cat eyes staring at Roland with a very nervous expression.
"You heard it just now, I bought this place."
Catwoman's expression darkened.
Although she has lived here for nearly ten years, this wasteland does belong to someone else. She just dug a hole here and lived there secretly.
"I'll move."
Catwoman whispered, her voice sounding particularly sad.
Roland shook his head: "I'm not driving you away. This place is very big. It doesn't matter if you continue to live there. I'm just letting you know that I'm coming to live here too."
Roland really didn't expect that the land he bought was actually Catwoman's home, and the 'huge sum' of money he and Beta had dug up before was probably hidden by Simon's ancestors.
Hmm... The divine noble's 'Lucky Wealth' specialty is so powerful.
"Are you really not going to drive me away?" The white tail behind Catwoman stood up high: "Can I continue to live here?"
Although she was quite afraid of Roland, she also felt that Roland should be a good person.
After all, Roland gave her a gold coin, and now she is still hiding it close to her body.
A good person like this should know what he says.
This is her last shelter. If she is driven away again, she will probably have to live in the sewers.
And the sewers are too dirty... Almost all cat people are mysophobic.
Living underground was already the limit of her endurance. If she lived in a sewer that smelled so bad, Catwoman felt that she might as well die.
"Okay, step back."
Catwoman is a little confused.
Roland flicked his fingers, and a thick stone wall lifted up from the ground, then stretched out into the distance at an extremely fast speed, and finally made a big circle, closing with the starting point to form a huge circle.
The stone wall is not high, only about two meters.
With the agility of the cat people, they can climb up even a ten-meter wall, let alone two meters.
Roland pointed again, and a hole opened in the stone wall in front of him. Then he walked in first and said at the same time: "With this stone wall, it means that there is an owner here. From now on, if you live in the wall, you should be able to Much more at ease.”
Catwoman followed Roland and crossed the hole. She looked at Roland's back, her green eyes shining brightly in the light.