Seeing that Roland was willing to copy it, Tobian nodded in satisfaction, his bald head seeming to shine even more brightly.
He took a parchment from the bookshelf, placed it in front of Roland, and said, "This is Dimensional Anchor. You have two hours to copy it, and I'll have the butler bring up the paper and ink later."
Then he picked up the staff again and rubbed it gently, as if he couldn't bear to part with it.
Roland opened the book … It was a large, large piece of stitched kraft paper, folded in a specific way to look like a book.
Turning on the system's camera function, Roland took pictures of this Dimensional Anchor spell model from four angles.
Then he said to Tobian, "All right, sir, I've memorized it."
Tobian was so shocked that he trembled and almost dropped the staff in his hand.
"These thousands, almost ten thousand nodes, you actually memorized them?"
Roland smiled and said, "We Golden Sons have a special method of recording."
"How enviable. Undying and indestructible. Now, his memory is also quite strong." Tobian sighed, the staff in his hand not seeming so attractive to him anymore. "Are you Golden Sons all monsters?"
Roland smiled modestly.
Although the nobles tacitly didn't want to talk about the Golden Sons in public — after all, these guys were different from ordinary civilians and had no fear of them.
Under normal circumstances, they would have bullied these Golden Sons like they bullied civilians.
But the problem was that the Golden Sons were really not to be trifled with.
Not only were they immortal, they were all professionals, and they seemed to be stronger than the average professional at the same level.
What was even more disgusting was that these Golden Sons were very nosy, and as long as it was something they didn't like, they would interfere.
There were fewer Golden Sons in the capital, and it wasn't obvious. Only a few came a while ago and ran away after "tricking" the nobles of a large sum of money, not even taking their clothes.
It only caused some ripples and discussions.
But the nobles' ability to gather intelligence wasn't weak, and they had heard intermittently that two mayors had been killed by the Golden Sons.
Although the Golden Sons still abided by the unspoken rules in the end and had no intention of changing the castellan's bloodline, none of the castellans or the current heads of the noble families wanted to die.
Also, now that more and more intelligence had come that the Golden Sons were standing up for beggars and civilians, many noble families had an intuitive impression of them.
They were a strange foreign race whose values were comparable to those of the kind Metal Dragons.
This kind of race was very troublesome … Metal Dragons often turned into human forms and ran to the human world to punish evil and promote good, which was already troublesome enough.
Now there was another group of Golden Sons.
The lives of the nobles were getting harder and harder.
Tobian put down the staff in his hand and said, "Where are the two nodes you just mentioned? Show me again."
"Here." Roland immediately put the spell model he had prepared on the table.
Actually, he had already understood, but he had to put on an act until the end, so he naturally had to listen attentively.
As expected of a Master Mage, Tobian said after only a few glances, "Those two points are indeed difficult, especially for a Mage who has just reached the elite level like you. The key to this point is that the magic power transmission has to be steady and thin, but at this point, the magic power transmission has to be increased. The magic power requirements of all the nodes are not quite the same, so you have to feel it well. "
"I got it." Roland nodded.
"Right, can I take a look at this spell model again?" Tobian then suddenly asked.
Roland smiled and said, "Of course, it's a gift to you, Master."
"Thank you." Tobian touched his bald head, rather embarrassed, and then said, "There are still two floors of my Magic Tower that are empty, why don't you stay here for the time being?"
"No, thank you." Roland waved his hand gently. "I'm staying at Kaka Bard's place, I know him very well."
"The boy from the Bard family, I heard that he's been in some trouble recently. Are you here to help him? "
Roland shrugged. "I didn't know until I came, but I can't help much. I'm just a Golden Son, I have no roots or influence in this world. I can only comfort him from the side. But I heard that he has his own ways, I'm not too sure. "
"Oh, he can still survive in such a desperate situation?" Tobian said with great interest. "Then I'll have to take a good look."
Roland looked at the sky outside at this moment and said, "Mr. Tobian, thank you very much for your answer, it was the right choice to visit you. I'd also like to listen to your teachings again, but now I have something important to take care of, so I'll take my leave for now. "
After saying that, Roland stood up.
"Come back when you have time." Tobian nodded with a smile.
Then the butler standing outside came in and led Roland down the Magic Tower.
The sun from the west shone in through the window and shone brightly on Tobian's bald head.
It was very hot and very uncomfortable.
If it were in the past, Tobian would've immediately closed the window. He didn't like his bald head to be illuminated by the sun, so he usually wore a hood when he went out on a sunny day.
It just so happened that a magic robe usually came with a hood. After putting it on, the head was covered, and the face was hidden in the shadow of the hood, adding to the mystery of a Mage.
But now, he was fascinated by the spell model of Teleportation in front of him.
Compared with the regular spell model of Teleportation, this spell model had more nodes, and the connections and distances between the nodes were more in line with his understanding.
In other words, if he cast the spell according to this spell model, some of the steps he used in the past could be omitted, so that he could achieve the same teleportation distance with less mental power.
Most importantly, because this spell model was very accurate, if he could correct his previous casting habits, then he could more accurately control the teleportation distance.
He wouldn't have to teleport to the top of a rock that was only the size of a palm and teleport too far.
In actual combat, this could teleport him to some very complicated terrain, which was of great tactical value.
This spell model was made by Roland himself?
What a genius.
Wait … Roland's name sounded familiar. He suddenly remembered something, flipped through the derivative spell model of Hand of Magic on the bookshelf, and saw the remark at the back.
Roland!
Then he thought about how he had just introduced himself as the chairman of the Magic Tower in Delpon.
So it was him!
"Maybe in the future, I'll have to suggest to the headquarters to limit the channels through which Golden Son Mages can obtain spell models. We can't let them progress too quickly, otherwise … there will be no place for us in the future."
He somewhat regretted giving the Dimensional Anchor to Roland.
Roland returned to Kaka's manor and saw a few carriages at the gate.
A group of people surrounded Kaka in the garden and pointed at him.
Kaka's expression looked very annoyed.
What happened?
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