Antis knew a lot about the capital. He was beautiful and even more handsome than a girl. Perhaps because of that, he couldn't stop gossiping at all.
Roland simply listened.
He wouldn't have been interested in a regular woman's gossip, but Antis was one of the most powerful people in the capital and a relative of the royal family. Naturally, his words were valuable.
Delpon was the foundation of Roland's plan, and Hollevin was the ideal place for Roland to take off.
The more he knew about the relationships here, the better. He might be able to use it someday.
Antis said a lot. Among his peers in Royal City, he was one of the best. He was also beautiful and could be said to be a rare talent.
Once a man was capable and had a good family, he would get arrogant easily. Antis didn't think much of his peers in the capital.
In his opinion, none of his peers in the capital could "fight" except for Andonara. However, Andonara didn't come from a good family. Even though he liked her, he didn't put her on the same level as him.
He even looked down on Dinah, the Saint Samurai.
A Saint Samurai who barely made any progress was no different from a piece of trash.
What a waste of the Goddess of Light's grace.
At this moment, Roland, who he had met several times and was even close to, became an acquaintance of his.
More importantly, Roland was smart and talented.
Also, he was neither humble nor arrogant, and treated nobles and commoners alike. Antis felt that it wasn't a bad thing to make friends with such a person.
He was just a troublemaker.
Antis didn't talk much with his peers, so it was inevitable that he would talk a lot when he did.
He talked non-stop for almost three hours. Finally, he looked at the sky and got up reluctantly. He then said with a cold face, "In short, the waters of Royal City are very deep. What I've said is only the surface. If it's not necessary, you'd better not come here often to play."
"Got it," Roland replied and asked, "Who's in charge of the Association of Mages now that Tobian's gone?"
"I'm in charge for now. Until a suitable candidate is found, the position of general chairman is temporarily vacant."
Roland suddenly thought of something. "Can I take a look at the library in the headquarters?"
"Look." Antis threw out an iron plate and said, "Just don't take the book away. Remember, you owe me a favor. "
Only then did he turn around and leave.
Roland picked up the cards and waved at Antis' back. "Thanks, big brother."
There was no telling how Language Proficiency translated it. Antis almost fell over. He glared at Roland and left even faster.
Roland paid for the drinks, which cost nearly seven gold coins … So expensive.
Because it was the most luxurious tavern, everything inside was the best in Hollevin, so it was expensive.
As an ordinary person, Roland couldn't tell how good the wine was. He only felt that this place was splendidly decorated like the most ostentatious and tacky KTV in a third-tier city.
It couldn't be helped. There was always a generation gap between the two worlds.
Holding Antis's card, Roland came to the entrance of the club.
Originally, the guards here were all soldiers in green leather armor. Now, they had been replaced by elite guards in silver armor.
They should be the private guards of the Antis family.
Roland showed the black iron plate, and the two guards let him through expressionlessly.
Passing through the long outer corridor, Roland came to the depths of the headquarters. He didn't run into any Mages except for the guards on the way.
Roland had thought that all the mages in the headquarters had been cleared out, but when he entered the library, he found that there were six mages there, reading books.
Hearing the voice, they nodded at Roland and then immersed themselves in their own little world.
No wonder Antis handed over the card so quickly. It turned out that a lot of people had gotten in through the back door.
He suddenly felt that it was a shame that he owed Antis a favor.
Subconsciously, Roland smiled bitterly.
After all, the headquarters had a much larger library than the Magic Tower.
It was at least ten times the size.
Not to mention that the library was divided into two floors.
Each floor had more than three hundred bookshelves at least three meters high.
So many books … Of course, not all of them were magic books.
Roland looked around and soon found a counter on the left, where a female attendant was sitting.
Walking over, Roland asked, "May I ask where the magic models of level three and above are located?"
Although he had deliberately kept his voice low, the library was too quiet. Besides, he was surrounded by Mages, and whether or not they practiced, the ears of professionals were sharper than those of ordinary people.
Everyone turned to look at him.
Thinking that he had disturbed them, Roland made an apologetic gesture.
At this moment, the female attendant respectfully pointed at the north section of the second floor of the library.
Roland nodded at her in thanks and then quietly went up the stairs to the second floor.
He found the magic model section.
There was already a male Mage standing in front of a bookshelf. Hearing Roland's footsteps, he didn't raise his head, but he took a few steps to the side and then two steps back, leaving more than half of the bookshelf for him.
Roland observed him for a moment and then focused his attention on the bookshelf.
The other shelves were full of books, but there were only six books on this shelf.
Roland picked up a random book. It was very thin, and Blind Vision was written on the cover. He opened it casually, only to find that there were indeed spell models and the author's notes on spell-casting.
Although it wasn't much, it could save a lot of trouble for the latecomers.
Blind Vision … it gave the caster the ability to see in the dark. Some special races were proud of their vision, but for mages, it was something that could be done with a middle-level spell.
Also, Blind Vision was not valued by the Mages, because it was not as useful as Mental Power Vision at all.
The eyes could be easily deceived, but the mind could not.
Roland turned the book page by page and took pictures of the book with the camera function.
Soon, he put it down and picked up another one.
Very soon, he read through the remaining five books. The six level-three spells were all ancillary spells.
Daoyin, Mind Soothing, and so on.
Every spell had its value, but in terms of practicality, only Moderate Wound Healing caught Roland's attention.
So, there was only one left.
Roland looked at the Mage next to him and could see the cover of the book in his hand.
Flashing Magic Ball.
Roland's eyes glittered. It was obvious that it was an offensive spell.
Among the offensive spells that Roland knew, Prismatic Spray and Arcane Bullets were quite useful, and Chain Lightning was not bad.
However, all three spells had their shortcomings, and Fireball took a long time to prepare.
He was in dire need of a powerful spell that could be used quickly.
A level-three offensive spell should be enough for him.
As if sensing Roland's gaze, the Mage who was reading closed the book and looked at Roland.
A plain face … This was something that couldn't be helped. Almost all mages added points to intelligence and didn't have so many points to add to charisma.
For example, Vivian was quite beautiful, so her talent as a Mage was very average.
The male Mage eyed Roland up and down and said, "You want to read the book in my hand?"
Roland nodded.
"Have you read all of them?" The male Mage pointed at the bookshelf.
"Yes." Roland nodded again. "I have a special memory."
"You have an eidetic memory." The man clicked his tongue in envy. "It seems that you're very talented."
It was well known that memory was a reflection of high intelligence. Not all people with high intelligence had eidetic memory, but they certainly had a good memory.
"Here you are." The male Mage gave the book to Roland without hesitation.
"You've read it?"
The male Mage shrugged. "Actually, I don't understand it at all."
Then why were you so fascinated just now?
Roland immediately flipped through the book after he received it.
Flashing Magic Ball was a powerful spell. Although it wasn't as good as Fireball, it had a high speed of fire and was highly stealthy.
Just like its name, these 'flashes' could be 'invisible'. In other words, its trajectory was intermittent, and it was very difficult to capture its trajectory.
It could also turn.
In fact, most ballistic spells could be slightly changed under the control of the Mage.
However, this Flashing Magic Ball strengthened the angle of change. Most spells couldn't change direction more than ten degrees, but the Flashing Magic Ball could change direction to about thirty degrees.
With enough magic power, the Flashing Magic Ball could even circle back.
It was a level-three elemental spell. Most people couldn't learn it effectively until they were at least level-eight.
Roland was already level-seven, and his mental growth was high enough for him to learn it. More importantly, as an Elemental Lord, the difficulty of all the elemental spells would automatically drop by one level when he learned them.
Second-level spells were as easy as eating for him.
He studied the spell model for about ten minutes and simulated it in his head. Then, he snatched the air with his right hand, and a ball of plasma appeared in his palm.
The male Mage next to him had been observing Roland. Seeing this, he was startled. He yelled and quickly stepped back.
He had been appalled.
The other Mages nearby were alarmed. They all looked at Roland in surprise.
They had seen and memorized the model of the Flashing Magic Ball, but none of them could use it yet, because it was too complicated for them.
Was this young man learning it on the spot?
That sounded too fake. He must've learned it before and was just here to show off his skills to catch people's attention?
Roland didn't care what they thought. He carefully sensed the magic ball in his hand and dispersed the magic power.
He shook his head at the same time.
No … He could tell that the Flashing Magic Ball was indeed more powerful than Prismatic Spray and Magic Missile, but it wasn't as powerful as he expected.
After all, he had Grand Fireball as his trump card.
It had to be changed … Just like Fireball, this spell had a lot of room for improvement.
Roland suddenly didn't want to do any quests anymore. He only wanted to go back to the Magic Tower and perfect the spell.
However, since he had promised someone, he had to fulfill it eventually.
At this moment, Roland finally understood why many books in the Magic Tower said that real Mages had no family or friends but only magic!
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