Roland and the black-haired girl went up to the second floor.
When the old man saw that Roland was willing to come up, he smiled and said, "Foreigner young man, come with me."
Roland found it a little strange when he first saw the old man.
The old man had an exaggerated amount of magic power entwined around him, even more than he had. But the strange thing was that the old man's mental power was quite messy.
There was a feeling of being divided.
Logically, it was impossible for such a powerful Mage to have such a situation, because to draw a large amount of magic power around one's body, one must have a stable and deep mental power.
So … this contradiction made Roland feel strange.
The three of them entered the house, and the young girl, Lamia, served a clear soup similar to tea. Roland took a sip and felt that it wasn't bad. Although it wasn't tea, it had a similar taste, like black tea.
The old man sat across from Roland, and he was also sizing him up.
It was just that his sizing had an additional sense of scrutiny in it.
Roland let him stare, not anxious or impatient.
After a while, the old man stopped sizing him up and said with a smile, "Foreigner, what type of magic are you best at?"
"I'm more proficient in the elements." Roland thought for a moment and then said, "Of course, if I had to say, I'm best at fire elemental magic."
Of course he was best at it … With a large fireball, all beings below the Legend level were equal.
After becoming an Elemental Lord, Roland was already qualified to say that he was a big shot.
After he rose to level ten, with a large fireball, all beings below the Demigod level were probably equal.
This wasn't Roland boasting, but the truth.
Hearing this, the old man's eyes were a little disappointed, but he still said, "I'm also more proficient in fire magic. I'm good at the Five Fireball Spell, which is one of the ultimate skills of our sect. "
"Five fireballs in a row?" Roland was interested. "Can you show me its power … Forget it, old man, you're not in good health."
The old man laughed, then coughed twice, and Lamia, who had been waiting by the side, immediately came up and patted the old man a few times.
"Although I'm not in good health right now and can't use the Five Fireball Spell, my granddaughter can. How about letting her demonstrate it to you?"
Lamia was a little surprised, but she looked at the old man's expression and finally nodded in agreement.
Roland was also surprised.
The girl was petite and carried a longsword, and there were no magic elements around her. At first glance, Roland thought that she was a pure agility Warrior.
But he could actually cast spells?
The Ancestral Kingdom from a thousand years ago had such profound attainments in magic?
"It just so happens that the entire third floor is a magic testing ground."
The old man stood up, and Lamia immediately stepped forward to help him.
When the three of them went up to the third floor, Lamia first helped the old man to a chair and sat him down. Then, she took out a white hairband from her robe and braided her long hair into a ponytail.
Then, she became pure and valiant.
The old man had a doting look on his face.
After glancing at Roland, Lamia drew out her longsword.
Several red light patterns immediately appeared on the blade of the longsword.
It seemed to be the route of a certain spell model.
This was … a magic sword?
Roland's interest was piqued.
Half a second later, five Inferior Fireballs were generated around the magic sword at the same time, and at this time, Roland still couldn't see any magic elements from Lamia.
After another half a second, the five Inferior Fireballs flew forward at the same time, directly blowing up a stone dummy.
The power was not bad.
A few seconds later, the rubble moved on its own, flew back the way it came, and then reverted to the dummy from before.
It even had self-repair?
Roland's eyes were shining.
The magic sword inscription technique and self-repair technique were two magic techniques that Roland had never come into contact with before.
More importantly, what method did Lamia use to cast this Five Fireball spell without using mental power?
Could it be that the magic sword stored magic elements, but it didn't look like it.
As for the Five Fireball spell itself … Roland wasn't too interested.
In essence, it was just five Inferior Fireball models operating in parallel.
It looked very gimmicky and visually impactful, but after understanding it, it was just that.
It was far less efficient than directly casting a large fireball.
Looking at the surprise on Roland's face, as well as the joy of hunting, the old man nodded in satisfaction and smiled. "Lamia, these Five Fireballs were used well, weren't they? Do you want to learn, I can teach you. "
"Can you teach me the technique of making magic swords? And the technique of automatically repairing the stone statues, I can use my own magic to exchange for it. "
The old man almost couldn't catch his breath.
That wasn't right, wasn't it supposed to be the Five Fireball spell?
Lamia also looked at Roland with a strange expression.
Looking at the two of them, Roland thought for a moment and said, "You're thinking wrong. Although casting five fireballs at the same time looks impressive, it's actually better to strengthen a spell to a higher limit in the same amount of time."
Magic was a very esoteric technique, and generally speaking, only the real big shots of magic were qualified to comment on the good and bad, the good and the bad of a spell.
This young man didn't look over twenty years old, yet he dared to boast so shamelessly.
Lamia thought the same, and the way she looked at Roland became a little subtle, as if she were looking at a boastful child.
Seeing their attitudes, Roland paused and said, "All talk and no practice, I'll do something practical."
With that, Roland began to condense a large fireball in his right hand.
Just now, it had taken Lamia a little more than a second from raising the magic sword to launching the fireball.
Then consider it a second.
A second later, the large fireball in Roland's hand had reached a diameter of a little more than a meter.
Seeing this, the old man's eyes almost popped out, and Lamia looked like she was facing a formidable enemy.
Because she was closer to Roland, she could feel the horror of the large fireball in Roland's hand more clearly.
Then Roland threw the fireball out.
The huge blue fireball hit the wall, and although this was a magic experiment floor and there was a barrier similar to suppressing the power of magic, this large fireball still made the entire floor tremble.
The sound of the fireball exploding was like thunder in their ears, and then a violent heat wave reverberated through the entire floor. The hair and robes of the three of them fluttered and rustled.
And the dozen or so dummies in front of them turned into magma in an instant, not even having the ability to repair themselves.
If it was so powerful in a barrier with a magic suppressing effect, if it was outside … The old man stood up in shock and rushed to Roland's side like a cheetah, grabbing Roland's arm hard with both hands, his eyes full of fanaticism.
"What kind of magic is this?"
"How did you do it?"
"What's the maximum diameter when you cast it at full strength?"
"Teach me! “
Roland had been waiting for this last sentence. "Okay, no problem, we'll exchange what we need. I want to learn the technique of making magic swords first. "
"Deal." The old man's face was flushed. "Lamia, go home and clean up a new room first, I want to exchange magic insights with this handsome sir."
Lamia said worriedly, "But Grandpa, your body!"
"It's okay, I won't die." The old man laughed. "I'm a Holy Mage after all."
Roland secretly curled his lips. What an old-fashioned title.
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