Not to mention the two noble Mages involved, the seven Mages watching the show in the main hall subconsciously felt their scalps tingle when they heard Roland's words.
If Betta's conversation with the two noble Mages was just arrogant and tough, then the feeling Roland gave off was cold arrogance.
Very arrogant and with sarcasm.
As if looking at two giant slugs.
The kind that made people sick at the sight of them.
Not to mention the two noble Mages involved, even the seven Mages watching the show felt that Roland had gone too far.
He actually looked down on the two nobles of Fareins so much.
This is a reward for you.
How high of a status did he have to be to dare reprimand the two noble Mages of Fareins so condescendingly?
One had to know that Fareins was the most powerful, wealthiest, and most technologically advanced country in the human world.
The nobles of Fareins were the true nobles, and the nobles of other countries were just small landlords in the countryside.
Even the king was a bumpkin in the eyes of the Fareins nobles.
This was already a recognized truth in the human world, and even in the orc world.
It couldn't be helped; Fareins had been strong for hundreds of years and was completely the economic, artistic, cultural, and military center of the human world. It had never lost a war since its founding.
Even if it occasionally lost in a small area, it would always take back the advantage on the big battlefield.
Hundreds of years of friction had made the entire human world almost tacitly accept Fareins as the "boss" of the country.
But the players wouldn't.
After all, the real country in which the players lived had been the boss for two or three thousand years. It had been a bit weak not long ago, but now it was ready to return to the top.
The players were proud in their hearts, and the Fareins Kingdom was nothing.
Besides, these two nobles, who would kill just a little water on them, had no concept of life at all.
In addition, Roland had suffered a lot in Fareins some time ago, and now he was upset to see these Fareins nobles.
These two factors combined gave Roland a terrible impression of these two nobles.
Naturally, he wouldn't be polite with them.
Roland was too arrogant, and the two nobles were temporarily subdued. The man with the wet robe asked with a dark face, "Where are you from?"
Although Roland spoke in Hollevin, and because of unhindered communication, the other party could understand him.
However … the other party could also tell that he was using the language of another country.
Hearing the other party ask such a silly question, Roland laughed. "Didn't you hear Betta call me 'brother'? Of course, I can be considered a native of Hollevin. "
As soon as they heard that it was the small country of Hollevin again, the nobles around were somewhat moved, but their expressions were more solemn.
Because they could feel that Roland's strength was very close to the Master level.
The arrogant young man just now was from a remote country like Hollevin, but he had already surpassed the Elite level, and the one before him was almost a Master.
Both of them were so young and promising.
Since when did such a talented mage appear in a small country?
Another noble Mage said lightly, "You've got guts. Don't you know that all the Magic Towers, whether it's red, purple, colorless, etc. … these holy lands of magic, at least half of the Master Mages are from Fareins. How dare a small country like Hollevin talk to us like this? "
Out of the other seven Magicians, four looked slightly displeased, while three looked in agreement.
The corners of Roland's mouth curled up slightly. "I don't know, and I don't care. Now, I want you to pick up the gold coins. Betta rewarded you, so you have to accept them properly. "
Everyone felt a chill from their nostrils to their heads.
Did this man have something to rely on, or was he a hothead?
The other party had actually already hinted that the Red Magic Tower had their backer, and this man still dared to talk like this?
Too f * cking gutsy.
This wasn't a Mage, but a Warrior in the skin of a Mage.
The two noble Mages didn't dare to respond. Most Mages, to put it nicely, were rational, and to put it bluntly, knew how to calculate gains and losses. Mages of noble origin, in particular, knew better.
They had already seen that this hothead Mage from a small country in front of them was angry, and even if the two of them joined forces, they might not be able to beat the other party.
If they fought head-on, the other party, in a fit of rage, would attack and kill them both, and then even if their relatives could avenge them, they would still be dead in the end.
It wasn't worth it!
So they didn't dare to stand up to Roland anymore. But after all, they were also nobles, and nobles of Fareins, they still had to have the face they deserved.
So they could only express their attitude with silence.
We're afraid of you and don't dare to stand up to you, but we won't easily persuade you.
"It seems you're unwilling." Roland couldn't be bothered with this kind of unspoken rule at the noble level. He said slowly, "I'll say it again, pick it up, you have five seconds to think about it."
"Five."
Roland began to cast a large amount of ice magic.
The white ice patterns, centered on him, quickly spread around.
"Four."
In a second, the entire floor of the hall had turned into a vast expanse of white.
Seeing this, the expressions of the seven Mages who were watching the show changed drastically. Those closest to the door jumped straight out, and three others immediately rushed to the window and jumped out in a panic.
"Three."
The white ice patterns were thickening and spreading upward from the wall at an exponential rate, and in less than half a second, the ceiling was covered with frost.
One could even hear the dense crunching sounds as the ice froze.
It went on and on.
The two noble Mages had now turned pale, and their legs were trembling slightly.
But because the magic robes were generally large, no one could see their embarrassment.
"Two."
The ice on the ground was thickening, and the two noble Mages didn't dare to move. Under the terrible pressure of Roland's magic power, they were even a little dazed.
And the few Mages who had escaped the main hall, outside the dormitory building, watched as the entire layer of frost climbed quickly from the first floor's outer wall, and in half a second, it had climbed to the third floor without slowing down.
There was also a large amount of white cold air spewing out of the dormitory door.
The ice even began to slowly spread from the door to the street.
The seven Mages gulped in fear.
"One."
The ice in the main hall thickened a little more.
Roland's hand began to rise.
His movement directly awakened the two noble Mages.
As if they had a nightmare, the two knelt on the ground and said almost at the same time, "Please wait, sir, we'll pick it up right away, right away."
They lay on the ground and clawed hard at the not-too-thick ice with both hands.
The gold coins were frozen under a layer of ice. They had to break the ice to find them.
The difficulty was much higher than before.
But they didn't dare to say another word.
Roland tsked. "What a pity!"
When the two heard this, they shuddered all over again.
The speed at which they found the gold coins was even faster.
Most noble Mages had a common weakness.
They had never experienced wind and rain.
They had a lot of resources and were protected by their families, so their growth was smooth and they would hardly encounter any twists and turns.
They used a lot of family resources to push their level up.
To put it bluntly, they were flowers raised in a greenhouse with good fertilizer and water.
Roland was different … He had been bitten to death by a spider before he even left the novice village.
After that, he killed a lot of people and then died twice more.
In the words of the nobles, Roland's hands were already full of blood.
He didn't feel it himself, but among those who hadn't faced danger and blood, Roland's murderous aura was extremely heavy.
He released his mental magic aura again, with the terrible air of a butcher.
Besides, he really wanted to kill someone just now.
How could two good-for-nothings who grew up relying on the grace of their families dare to face a fierce tiger head-on?
Roland quietly watched the two noble Mages dig at the ice with their fingers until their fingers began to break and bleed, not daring to stop.
At this moment, outside the dormitory, a middle-aged red-robed Mage suddenly descended from the air.
He couldn't help but be moved when he saw that the outer walls of the entire dormitory building were wrapped in frost.
Then, without another word, he opened his Magic Shield and rushed straight into the dormitory building.
Then he saw the two noble Mages running on the ground, frantically digging at the ice without a care for their image, as if they were looking for something.
"Bild, Heinrich, what are you doing?"
The middle-aged Mage's expression was quite unhappy.
Hearing his shout, the two noble Mages shuddered all over. They looked at the middle-aged Mage with aggrieved expressions, but still didn't dare to stand up.
"Why aren't you getting up yet? What's the point of kneeling on the ground?"
The two noble Mages shook their heads vigorously but still didn't dare to move.
Their gazes were even sneaking glances at Roland.
The middle-aged Mage looked at Roland, who was standing in front of the two noble Mages. "They're like this because of you?"
"I'm not." Roland turned around and smiled. "They're just helping me pick up the gold coins that fell to the ground."
The middle-aged Mage's gaze swept across the entire main hall, looking at the layer of frost attached to the entire dormitory, and then his gaze returned to Roland. The expression on his face seemed to soften a little. "Young man, you're a magic student, right? What's your name?"
"Roland."
Roland was ready to "confront" this middle-aged Mage.
After all, this man seemed to be a relative of these two noble Mages.
But unexpectedly, the middle-aged Mage's eyes lit up. "Wait, you're Roland, Roland of oil-making and water-making?"
Roland nodded. "That should be me."
"Your oil-making spell is very interesting. You modified it from the Grease spell so that the Mages at the bottom can make a lot of money with spells. That's very creative." The middle-aged Mage walked up to Roland and said rather excitedly, even a little gesticulating. "And your water-making is also bold and imaginative, and I can see that the nodes in the water-making are placed quite perfectly. Only eight nodes are used, but they're able to open a tiny spatial channel with a tiny amount of magic power to transport water from elsewhere. Quite a creative idea. Come, since you're a member of the rubies, a group of us teachers all want to meet you when we hear that you're coming. After all, it's been more than a hundred years since a spell named after its creator has appeared. "
He pressed his hands on Roland's shoulders. "Come with me to the lab in the middle of the city first. There's a node I don't quite understand, come and explain it to me."
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