Get over it?
It was a simple word, but Roland could guess how much psychological suffering Aldo had gone through for this "get over it."
Vivian also sighed softly and walked downstairs.
Roland drank his fruit wine and let his imagination run wild for a while. Some were about Aldo, some were about John, and there were also magic models mixed in. In short, it was a mess.
Then he put down the wine glass, closed his eyes to rest, and cleared his mind of distracting thoughts. Then he continued to derive his Spell Puppet model.
The hidden node of Language Proficiency gave him a lot of inspiration. Could other spell models have hidden nodes too?
There weren't many nodes in a level-zero spell, so it was easy to derive data. After about four hours of experiments and data calculations, Roland was surprised to find that the level-zero spell Spell Puppet didn't seem to have hidden nodes.
It seemed that not all spells had loopholes like Language Proficiency.
What a pity. If there were a few more nodes, Roland felt that he could create a few more features for the magic puppet.
For example, making the magic puppet grow a few more hands would allow it to carry a few more pieces of equipment.
Or strengthening the magic puppet's ability to identify friend from foe … Wait!
Since the Spell Puppet's spell model didn't have hidden nodes, what if he added one or two to it?
Once this idea started, it spread in Roland's mind like weeds.
Why can NPCs create their own spells, but I can only scribble on other people's spell models?
Can I make one myself?
After a moment of excitement, Roland quickly became discouraged.
It wasn't enough to just have ideas. He also had to have the ability to turn ideas into reality, as well as … a foundation of knowledge.
How to construct a spell model?
How to arrange the nodes in the spell model?
How to determine the meaning and function of the nodes in the spell model?
Just these three basic problems were enough to stump Roland, not to mention the difficulties that appeared in the actual operation.
It seemed that he still had to learn more.
At the very least, he had to figure out what the nature of magic elements was, what the nature of mental power was, and what was the principle behind the reaction between the two?
Roland felt that he had to figure out these two things first before he could talk about creating blank spell models.
Although there were many books in the library, there was no such basic core content.
Most of them were about the high-level use of mental power, as well as the practical use of some high-level magic.
There were also a lot of spell models in the autobiographies of Mages and Knights. However, Roland wasn't in a hurry to learn those spell models. Spells could never be learned. It would be more efficient to be proficient in one and then create a few derivative spells.
None of the books in the library talked about the basic theories and properties of magic.
Did the local Magic Tower not have this kind of knowledge? Or is it that the entire world has not established a basic theoretical system of magic?
The former was highly likely, while the latter was unlikely.
Even if the humans hadn't established such a system of knowledge, what about the elves?
It was said that this race had the highest attainments in magic and had a long lifespan. Did they have a basic theoretical system of magic?
Time passed quickly as Roland's mind was in a state of disarray.
The white moonlight shone through the window, forming a white semicircle on the ground.
The entire city had quietened down. It was already late at night.
Roland got up. He had an appointment to keep.
However, he didn't expect to bump into Vivian on the second floor.
She looked sleepy and held a cup in her hand, as if she was thirsty and wanted to find some water to drink.
But when she saw Roland, she was so scared that her sleepiness disappeared at once. She was surprised and delighted. "Deputy Chairman … Where are you going so late?"
"Out for a walk!" Roland smiled and continued, "You should rest early. Don't stay up too late. Staying up late is a woman's enemy."
With that said, he went down the stairs.
Watching Roland's back disappear down the stairs, Vivian was more or less disappointed, but then she suddenly widened her eyes. The Deputy Chairman is hot-blooded. What else could he be doing running out alone so late at night?
Thinking of this, Vivian wanted to bite her handkerchief bitterly.
I can do it too. Why didn't the Deputy Chairman look for me? Am I not charming at all?
Delpon had a curfew, but it only worked for ordinary people.
For example, the nobles themselves and most professionals ignored this rule.
However, Roland couldn't exercise this privilege now. He took out ordinary clothes from his Backpack and found a secret place to change into them. He then specifically found a dark and dark path to go forward, came to the wealthy district, found a relatively remote small manor, and climbed in.
Although he was a Mage, the growth of a professional still gave him good physical flexibility. Besides, he was also a Golden Son, so his overall growth rate was higher.
Mages were only weak compared to Warriors, but compared to ordinary people, they were still very powerful.
This small manor was very quiet. There were no guards patrolling, and there seemed to be no servants on duty at night.
Only in the small room on the second floor, there was a little weak candlelight.
Roland stepped on the grass, crossed the flat atrium, and came to the door.
He pushed it lightly … The door wasn't closed.
When he entered the building, he realized that the building was just a facade. It looked luxurious on the outside, but on the inside … there wasn't much furniture. There was only a table and a few chairs in the living room. It looked empty.
The room with light was on the second floor.
Roland found the stairs and went up to the second floor. He found that the door of a room was ajar, and the weak candlelight shone through the crack of the door, leaving a long orange mark on the floor.
Roland walked over and gently pulled the door open.
There was a young man sitting inside. He looked nervously at the door that was pulled open, but when he saw that it was Roland, he was relieved.
After entering the room, Roland closed the door.
And the young man blew out the candle on the table with one breath.
The room was dark, but because the moonlight shone in, it didn't seem dim, but there was a sense of tranquility.
Roland sat down on the opposite side of the table and asked, "Little Edward, did you ask me to come over at night to tell me something?"
"My big brother is a scapegoat," Little Edward said seriously, looking at Roland.
There was a deep sorrow hidden in his eyes.
During the day, Roland had taken the time to inquire about it.
The young noble who was "scapegoat" was called Roland Edward. Yes, it was a name with the same sound as Roland's.
When he inquired about this, Roland finally knew why the group of nobles who were watching the show were laughing on the side. They were not only laughing at Roland who was dead, but also at Roland who was alive.
And the mastermind behind the scenes, specifically picking this person of this name to take the blame for himself, the meaning was obvious.
"I can make concessions, but I also have a way to make Roland die."
That was what it meant, the unique sense of entanglement of the nobles. They were clearly afraid, but they still forced themselves to put gold on their faces, and the contradictory, boring, twisted self-esteem was at work.
Roland wanted to laugh.
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