The two magic spiders were no bigger than ping-pong balls, and they were transparent, making them hard to spot even during the day.
They rummaged around the riverside for valuable clues, avoiding people when they encountered them, or hiding in the grass or small holes, so no one could find them.
Finally, one of the spiders found a sewer entrance not far from the river.
Covered in long weeds, the entrance was barely visible, and a magic spider accidentally followed the sand wall by the river and found it.
The sewer was about 1.6 meters high and about half a meter wide, and there was no sewage flowing out of it. It was more of a secret passage than a sewer.
One of the magic spiders was waiting, and the other immediately rushed over.
After reuniting, the two spiders simultaneously clung to the rock wall and began to explore the interior of the sewer.
Roland sat in the tavern, reading the images that the magic spiders sent from time to time, dark and mysterious, and he finally felt like he was "playing" a game.
It was like reclaiming a wasteland during the novice phase.
Roland thought that he could at least find something in this sewer, but to his surprise, the two magic spiders explored the entire sewer and didn't find anything strange.
Could it be that his guess was wrong?
Roland didn't think it was likely.
He had the magic spiders search the area again, inch by inch, tirelessly.
Hard work paid off. Finally, one of the spiders finally found something valuable.
A golden hair, very long, that looked like it belonged to a woman.
In the deepest part of the sewer, there.
"There should be a secret door nearby."
Roland had the two spiders search back and forth at the place where the hair was found, but after several hours, they still didn't find even the slightest bit of peculiarity.
It wasn't until the evening that there was nothing else to be found.
Roland gave the two magic spiders instructions to continue the search, while he himself got up and walked toward West Main Street.
After all, there was still a little girl he needed to take care of.
But when Roland was about to return to Mijil's grandmother's house, he suddenly froze, and his expression became serious.
He started running at full speed, almost as fast as sprinting champions on Earth, but he still found it too slow and finally began to use Teleportation continuously. The pedestrians on the street who were preparing to go home saw a series of flashing spots and exclaimed in fright.
Teleportation was indeed much faster than running.
When Roland quickly returned to Mijil's grandmother's house, he saw several black-robed men blocking the door, and another black-robed man tried to jump onto the second-floor balcony, only to be "pushed" down from above by a blue Spell Puppet.
Seeing this, Roland did not say a word. He teleported over and directly launched a 360-degree Ice Blade Technique!
Because there was no chanting time and no charging time, the range of this Ice Blade Technique was not large.
Of the six black-robed men, three jumped up, mostly because they had Intuitive Reflex, a practical specialty of the Agility class.
The other three had their tendons severed, and even their bones were cut open. It was excruciating.
Before their wounds could bleed, the layer of ice brought by the Ice Blade Technique directly froze their ankles.
The blood was blocked in his body.
The three black-robed men all screamed, but they were ruthless enough. They took out a lot of throwing weapons from under their robes and threw them at Roland.
And the three black-robed men who jumped into the air did the same, each throwing at least five throwing knives at Roland.
In an instant, at least thirty or more throwing weapons smashed down at Roland.
Under normal circumstances, at such a distance, without spells such as magic barriers or force field spells such as anti-long-range arrow shields, a Mage would most likely be dead.
Roland, on the other hand, hadn't been a Mage for long, and he hadn't learned these defensive spells at all.
But a blue magic puppet appeared in front of him.
All the throwing weapons were blocked by the light shield held by this Spell Puppet and bounced to the side.
"Stop, we have no intention of being enemies with you."
A black-robed man landed on the ice and shouted at Roland.
Roland naturally didn't believe that if there was no killing intent, would the six of them throw so many long-range weapons at the same time so tacitly?
Do they think I'm a fool?
Roland snorted and reached out to the middle of the three who had luckily dodged the Ice Blade Technique.
When the black-robed man saw Roland pointing at him, fear flashed in his grayish-brown eyes, and he subconsciously dodged to the side.
He already knew that Roland could instantly cast powerful spells.
Normal Mages, in battle, would be lucky if they didn't make mistakes in chanting and casting because of nervousness, interference, and so on.
And this Mage in front of him was completely different from the others.
The Ice Ring just now, which could cut a person's hamstrings, was enough to amaze and even frighten people.
All the melee professions didn't have much confidence in facing such an instantaneous Ice Ring.
And just now, this man had cast a strange, strange puppet with a magic shield.
Summoner?
It didn't seem like it … And now, the other party pointed his right hand at him.
Escape … The black-robed man had just had this thought when his mind went blank, and endless drowsiness immediately came over him. His eyes immediately narrowed into slits, his whole body powerless, and his whole body fell to the ground.
Seeing the ground coming at him at an extremely fast speed, the black-robed man used his last bit of consciousness to control his right hand to cover his face.
Then, with a thud, his whole body slammed directly onto the ground.
Fortunately, he had his hand to cover his face, otherwise he would have been disfigured.
Hypnosis!
This thing didn't work very well on people. Roland was just trying it out, but he didn't expect it to work.
After putting one person to sleep, Roland only pointed his hand at the other two black-robed men who weren't controlled by the Ice Ring.
The other two also wanted to run, and the man on the right was directly put to sleep by Roland while running at high speed. This man fell asleep while running at high speed and slammed directly onto the ground at a very fast speed, then quickly rubbed forward five meters on the floor before stopping.
There was a faint bloodstain under his body, and the skin on his face was probably broken and disfigured.
The other man, on the other hand, wasn't hit by Hypnosis, but he was directly pressed to the ground by a huge blue Mage.
In less than six seconds, Roland had all six black-robed men under control.
The three black-robed men who were frozen in place took out their throwing weapons again, still trying to struggle.
But Roland hid behind the guardian puppet's shield of light, condensing a large blue fireball with a radius of about half a meter in his right hand, then smiled and looked at the other party.
Seeing this, the three men obediently dropped the weapons in their hands. They could feel that the large fireball could directly burn their bones to ashes.
Hypnosis was a spell that Roland had never liked because it wasn't very effective.
When he was level two, he experimented with Hypnosis on the children of Red Mountain Town, and the success rate was less than thirty percent.
But he didn't expect it to work so well against these Assassins now.
He actually put two people to sleep in a row.
It seemed that the Assassins' mental magic resistance was indeed very low. Of course, this also had a lot to do with his increase in level.
Then he looked at the three black-robed men who were frozen in place, and although he was smiling, his tone was quite cold. "You people of the Assassin's Guild aren't even willing to let go of a child?"
"We're not from the Assassin's Guild."
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