This is a slum area, with poor people in ragged clothes everywhere, and the roads are muddy and dirty. As for Roland and Beta, one was wearing a magic robe and the other was wearing aristocratic attire. They both had thin skin and tender flesh. They didn't match the style of painting here. Therefore, they were secretly watched by others and just treated them as their own. When their eyes move away, the poor people who peek at them will pretend that nothing happened and continue with their own affairs and work.
The atmosphere was a bit awkward.
Roland stood up: "I'll report to the Magic Association. You can protect that girl for a few more days. If no one comes to trouble her in a few days, it's best to find a way to move the whole family to another city to protect their safety." Safety."
Beta looked at the flaming clouds on the horizon and said with some embarrassment: "I'm afraid they won't listen to me."
"Forget it if you don't listen." Roland said calmly: "We can't protect them forever. They don't want to leave. If something happens, it's their own choice. At most, we can find ways to help them afterwards. Just take revenge.”
Beta looked at him in surprise: "Brother Luolan sounds a little cold."
Roland smiled: "This is a very normal view. We cannot give all our kindness and enthusiasm to strangers. If we have to do our best for strangers, then we must do the same for those close to us. At what point does the difference between the two appear?"
After hearing this, Beta thought for a while and said: "Then I will guard them for two more days. After two days, I will persuade them to leave. If they don't leave, I will leave myself."
Seeing that Beta had listened to his words, Roland turned and left the place.
About twenty minutes later, he arrived in front of the Magic Tower Square.
The milky white magic tower looks majestic and magnificent in the sunset, with a mysterious style that makes people unable to take their eyes away.
Roland walked towards the door of the Magic Association, and two guards blocked him again.
But this time, Roland took out the bronze coat of arms.
Looking at the flame pattern on the bronze coat of arms, the two guards immediately moved away.
After adjusting his magic robe, Roland walked into the door and saw the inside of the magic tower, bright as day.
Under the feet is a blue-white stone slab that is as smooth as a mirror, and one can clearly see people's reflections.
Beside the rough white rock wall, at regular intervals, there is a special crystal that emits white light.
There was almost nothing in the hall.
Only in the center of the hall is a light gray wooden staircase that rotates to the second floor.
Roland walked towards the stairs, when a man quickly walked down from the top.
He was a young man, probably no more than twenty-three years old.
He has short black hair, brown eyes, a hooked nose, bright pupils, and wears a gray magic robe. When he saw Roland, he was stunned for a moment, then walked over with a somewhat inquiring expression and asked, "Excuse me, are you..."
He didn't regard Roland as an illegal intruder.
This is a magic tower, and most people would only think of going to the magician's territory to cause trouble when their brains get crazy.
Moreover, Roland is also wearing a magic robe, so he is naturally of the same kind.
So the attitude of young people is quite good.
Roland took out his bronze coat of arms again: "I'm here to join the association."
When the young man saw the coat of arms and listened to Roland's words, he immediately shouted excitedly: "Are you the golden son who is going to join us?"
"You can call me Roland." Roland put away the coat of arms and asked with a smile: "May I know your surname?"
"I am Cross." The young man still looked very excited: "Sir Roland, we have been waiting for you for a long time, please come with me."
He took the initiative to lead the way, and at the same time, his speech began to become more rapid: "Sir Roland, you don't know how difficult it is for our Magic Association right now!"
"It's very difficult... short of money?"
Roland looked at the surrounding environment. Whether it was the large number of strange crystals used as light sources or the high-end stone floors on the ground, they all smelled like a big dog. Such an association would also Short of money
"It's not a matter of money." Cross said as he walked away: "It's that our association lacks instructors. The president has endless things to do all day long. After all, the Magic Tower has a lot of external work that he needs to handle, and he doesn't have much time to stay in the association. Teach us. Now we have more than ten apprentices, all relying on self-study, but magic is too difficult, and after a few years, we have hardly made much progress."
The two of them were already walking up the stairs.
Roland was stunned after hearing what he said, and he said blankly: "You mean, I'm here to teach you?"
"Yes." Cross said matter-of-factly: "President Aldo specially asked someone to come over and explain to us. We are all anxiously waiting for you to come."
Roland suddenly smiled bitterly: "But I am only a novice magician. I don't even have much basic common sense. How can I teach you."
Cross suddenly turned around and said seriously: "Although I am still a magic apprentice, I am not as powerful as you. But I agree with what Teacher Aldo said. Magic does not require common sense!"
This statement... does make some sense.
"Actually, I only joined the association with the hope of learning more." Roland felt that he should speak clearly to prevent these people from having world-wide expectations and being disappointed in the end: "I really don't understand either. Magic. Even so, are you willing to learn from me?"
Although there are many things in magic that he does not understand, Roland is also somewhat confident. After all, he has been practicing magic recently. He dare not say how much knowledge and theory he has understood, but at least he has mastered the control of magic elements and mathematical modeling of magic. I have quite a bit of experience in these two aspects.
If these people were willing to learn, he was also willing to teach.
"Of course. You are too humble, Mr. Roland." Cross's eyes gleamed with expectation: "Teacher Aldo said that you are an official mage, just shy of reaching the elite level. And we are just magic apprentices, you are better than We are too strong."
While the two were talking, they had already reached the second floor.
Unlike the empty first floor, there are many rooms and doors on the second floor, which makes the 'round hall' on the second floor seem a bit small. Of course, in the middle, there are still spiral staircases leading to the third floor.
"Please wait!"
After Cross made a gesture, he immediately ran to a counter next to the stairs and rang a bell with a faint magical light.
A clear and pleasant tinkling sound sounded.
After a while, the same voice was vaguely heard from the third and fourth floors.
Resonant metal
Just when Roland thought this, several room doors opened and several people wearing the same magic robes came out. Both men and women, old and young.
And on the stairs, several footsteps of varying severity were soon heard.
Several male and female magic apprentices ran downstairs quickly.
Soon these people gathered together and stood in front of Roland and Cross.
They looked at Roland with expectant and excited eyes.
It was like seeing a rare treasure.