Roland was a little surprised. He could see that the Red Magic Tower was an organization that cared about the world's talents. Even the green-skinned orcs, who had the lowest intelligence among all races, could be recruited as mages. It made no sense to look down on the cat people who were obviously more intelligent. .
"Why are you cat people treated as slaves?"
Catwoman's white furry ears drooped, and even her tail dropped to the ground.
"Because decades ago, one of our cat mage led a resistance, but failed. After that, the cat people became slaves."
Although Catwoman didn't say much, Roland could already hear a lot of meaning from these words.
The resistance led by the cat people failed.
What they are fighting for can be guessed based on the current nationality composition of the entire Red Magic Tower and what happened with the green-skinned orcs yesterday.
Sure enough, no matter where you are, oppression will always exist.
"Then do you want to walk outside openly?"
Catwoman nodded, of course she did.
She has not communicated with others for a long time since she was sensible. She hides herself all day long and does not have contact with others, including her relatives.
Because once an ownerless cat appears, he or she will be captured, especially a female cat.
She was almost caught by the old mage before. If Roland hadn't come back quickly, the consequences would have been disastrous.
"Then you can pretend to be my slave."
When Catwoman heard this, her expression immediately became hesitant.
Roland shrugged and let her think about it slowly. It was normal for the other party to be wary.
Back in the stone building, Roland opened three third-level spell drawings, looked at them for a while, and then put them aside.
These three magics are all quite good, but for Roland, their priority is not that high.
The current task is to learn the magic circle.
As long as he learned how to make a magic circle, Roland felt that he could do a lot of cool things.
Moreover, the functionality of first- and second-level magic is sufficient to meet all needs in daily life and combat periods.
The subsequent high-level magic is just a kind of strengthening.
After laying the foundation well, it will be easier to build a tall building.
So he is not in a hurry.
He did a lot of data analysis this night and found that learning the magic circle was more difficult than he thought.
The amount of data involved is far greater than that of Level 2 magic.
That night, Roland just filled in the wrong database.
The next morning, as he was about to go to class, he found Kitty Girl standing in front of his door.
Her green eyes were bloodshot and she looked a little tired, as if she hadn't slept all night.
Seeing Roland come out, Catwoman seemed a little nervous. She hesitated for a while, and just when Roland was about to become impatient, she finally spoke.
"I'd like to pretend to be your slave."
After saying this, Catwoman felt that all her strength had been exhausted, and she seemed unable to feel much anger.
Cat people are sensitive creatures, born with a strong curiosity about everything, and at the same time, they are also strongly wary of any living creature other than their loved ones.
This is a proud and delicate creature.
It is quite difficult to win their trust.
Roland didn't win Catwoman's trust, Catwoman was just gambling.
Bet Roland is a good guy.
She had been alone in this place for too long.
She wanted to go back and see her mother, stay with her openly, and walk openly on the street without being taken away casually.
And Roland is the only person who has not shown any malice towards her in the past ten years.
Roland looked at Catwoman's uneasy expression, smiled, and asked, "I don't know your name yet?"
"Marilyn." Catwoman wrung her white hands together: "Because I am a commoner and don't have a last name."
"I know, just wait here for me to come back."
Roland bypassed Catwoman and left the manor.
Today is Triton's class, which is all basic magic theory. Roland has already understood it, so it doesn't matter whether he goes or not.
Moreover, the teaching in the Red Magic Tower is actually quite casual. It doesn’t matter whether the students come to class or not. They are all adults anyway and they are responsible for themselves. At this time tomorrow, if you fail the exam, you will be dismissed from the class and you have to wait five days. Only after the end of the year, along with the new students, will they be eligible to enter the classroom again.
Roland went to the commercial street in Dongcheng District and found a shop with purple silk hanging at the door.
The sign on the shop says 'Magic Shackles'.
This is a slave certification shop.
It is one of the private businesses of a certain elder.
Necklaces used to control slaves can be purchased here, and only the necklaces sold here have an authoritative 'effect'. Otherwise, many untouchables, not to mention without identity and household registration, are not even considered slaves.
It's okay to be beaten to death in the street as a spy.
Therefore, many times, this necklace is also a disguised protection for people without identity.
This matter was written in the school rules that Roland read on the first day of class.
Roland entered the store and stepped on the black solid wood floor.
The shop is very large, with a black counter at the end, a few gray chairs for people to rest around, and several tables.
When they saw Roland, a maid with a fair appearance and a white collar around her neck came up to him.
She smiled sweetly and said, "Mr. Master, are you here to buy a necklace?"
Roland nodded.
"Then please sit down first."
After Roland sat down, the maid stood in front of Roland respectfully and continued to ask: "Excuse me, how old is the wearer of the necklace?"
"I guess around fifteen."
"What about race?"
"Cat people."
"gender."
"female!"
The maid was stunned for a moment and said: "Your Excellency, you are so lucky. Cat people are already very rare. I didn't expect you to have a female cat person."
Is there anything to say about the female anchor
Roland had some doubts in his heart, but his expression was still very calm, as if having a female cat person was just a common thing.
The maid took a breath and continued to ask: "So what level of necklace do you want?"
"What does this mean?"
"The higher the grade of the necklace, the more you value this slave. Most people don't dare to mess around with it."
Roland understood. To put it bluntly, it was a display of financial resources and identity. It was considered an advertisement and a deterrent.
Tell others that the owner of this slave is very wealthy and may also be very powerful, so don't mess around.
"Then the highest grade."
"Understood."
After writing down Roland's request, the maid bent slightly and said, "Your Excellency, please wait for a moment. Once we have recorded it, we will give you the necklace immediately."
"How much?"
The maid lowered her head: "Ten gold coins."
So expensive!
Roland frowned, but he immediately took out the gold coins and handed them to the maid.
The maid held the gold coins in both hands, bowed her head and backed away slowly.
After waiting for about ten minutes, the maid came again. She was holding a black wooden tray with a necklace made purely of gold and silver on it, and a key next to it.
There are magic lines engraved on the necklace, as well as on the key.
This is obviously a magic item, no wonder it's so expensive.
"This is the necklace and key, please accept them."
Roland put the necklace and keys into his backpack and returned to the manor.
Kitten Girl squatted in front of the stone building, staring blankly at the clouds in the sky.
When she heard Roland's voice, she jumped up suddenly.
Roland walked in while looking at the necklace.
The magic circle on this necklace is very interesting. Roland can barely understand some of the nodes, but more nodes are 'encrypted' using special techniques, and it is difficult to understand what their function is.
Roland stopped in front of the stone building. He looked at Catwoman, handed over the key and the necklace, and said, "Put it on yourself, and I will keep the key for you. Don't lose it. I heard there is only one."
Catwoman looked at the white necklace she was holding in her hands, and she swallowed: "Silver necklace, Mr. Mage, how do you... thank you!"
Catwoman Marilyn raised her head, her green eyes getting brighter and brighter.
Roland didn't know what the silver necklace represented to Catwoman. He just wanted to continue studying magic.
In the Elders Council, Murphy slapped the node drawing of the self-destructing fireball on the table in front of several other people.
He said seriously: "I tried this spell last night and it was very strong."
"It's just a second-level spell, is it necessary? It's a waste of your only proposal quota this year."
"Don't talk about one year, even if it is ten years, I am willing to waste it. Now, as the convener of the temporary meeting, I force each of you to read this drawing. Do you understand?"
Several elders looked at Murphy with incomprehensible expressions. In the end, they didn't say anything. The elder closest to the drawing reached out and picked up the drawing.
"Let me see what could possibly make you so fussy..."
The veteran looked at it for a while and then immediately shut up. His expression became more and more serious and solemn.
About five minutes later, he slammed the table: "Interesting, the combination of these nodes is simply a stroke of genius. There is not a trace of redundancy. All nodes have their own effects, and they influence each other."
"show me."
The closest senator to the left of this man snatched the drawing away. After a while, his expression became as surprised as the previous senator.
Uh-huh!
The drawing was snatched away by another person. Within a few minutes of looking at it, it was snatched away by the next person.
Twenty minutes later, the drawings finally arrived in the hands of Great Elder Elford.
After he spent five minutes reading it carefully, he subconsciously pinched the bridge of his nose, closed his eyes and was silent for a while, and said, "What an amazing boy."
"So Great Elder, start the talent relocation plan. If you use force, you have to tie Roland to our country of France, otherwise we will destroy him."
The elder, who kept pinching the bridge of his nose and looked quite distressed, said: "As for Roland, the people I sent out before have sent back the information. The matter is very troublesome. We can only use gentle methods to deal with this boy. Absolutely Can’t use force.”
"Why?" Murphy asked confused.
"Because they are the Sons of Gold." Elford sighed: "A new, very troublesome race!"
The elders looked at each other, they had never heard of this word.
"This is Roland's information." Elford first threw out a small notebook, and then a large notebook: "This is the general information about the entire Golden Sons group. You all should take a look."