You don't hit a smiling face.
Roland looked the middle-aged Mage up and down. He knew very well that he couldn't go on with what happened next.
In this case, if he were to force it, it would put him at a disadvantage.
After all, the other party was a teacher, and he had given in on behalf of the two noble Mages. If Roland continued, public opinion would be very bad for him.
Saving the maid had already achieved his goal.
But … the finishing touches still had to be done.
Roland said to the middle-aged Mage, "Sorry, I just got here and haven't even entered the dormitory yet. Can we talk about the magic nodes later? "
The middle-aged Mage nodded nonchalantly and said, "That's really pitiful, but understandable. Mr. Roland, please remember that I'll be waiting for you at Building 17 on Sixth Street in midtown. You're welcome to come over as a guest at any time. "
"Thank you."
Roland smiled at the middle-aged Mage, then crouched down and said to the two noble Mages who still didn't dare to look up, "You're lucky this time that someone came to save you. But I don't believe your luck will be so good every time. The next time you see me, you'd better hide from me, or else I can't guarantee I'll give face to the others. "
Roland withdrew his outward mental power, smiled at the middle-aged Mage, and walked upstairs.
After Roland's footsteps disappeared up the stairs, the two noble Mages let out a long sigh of relief and sat down on the ice floor.
"Scared me to death." Bild, the noble Mage whose robe had been wet by the maid, was pale and said with lingering fear, "Uncle, who is this man that even you have to give him face? You're a Master. "
The other Mage put the dozen or so gold coins he had dug out on the ground and sat down as well, also looking at the middle-aged Mage with a curious gaze.
The middle-aged Mage crooked his fingers at him and said, "Go to my house and rest for a few days, lie low."
Both of them looked stunned, then both realized something.
Bild said in a hoarse voice, "Uncle, there's no need to be so dramatic. If you show up, we all have to hide from him?"
The middle-aged Mage still said, "We'll talk when we get back."
Both Bild and Heinrich stood up and obediently followed the middle-aged Mage away.
As Roland withdrew his magic power, the ice on the dormitory building slowly melted.
The entire dormitory became extremely damp. The seven magicians who had escaped earlier returned to the main hall. Looking at the wet floor, no one had any objections.
More than ten gold coins were placed on the ground in two piles. No one dared to take them.
Everyone looked at it for a while. Finally, someone walked over and picked up the two stacks of gold coins, placing them beside the staircase.
Then, everyone dispersed.
Roland went to the sixth floor and found room 602. He waved the black wooden sign in front of the lock, and the door opened.
Magic resonance … Interesting.
The dormitory was a single room, and the space was not too big. It was only about 40 square meters.
It was fully furnished.
It was no longer a problem for him to live alone.
He folded the quilt and sheets on the wooden bed and put them aside. Then, he took out his own quilt from the system Backpack and spread it on the bed.
Finally, he lay on the bed, lying comfortably on the bed.
Then, he entered the forum and started to read posts to kill time.
And at this time, Roland didn't know that his reputation was beginning to spread in this Red Magic Tower.
The middle-aged Mage Jose brought his two nephews home and had them sit down first. Then the smile on his face immediately turned serious. "Before you came, didn't anyone at home tell you that you had to keep a low profile when you came to the Red Magic Tower? Is this the low profile you want? "
Heinrich lowered his head and didn't speak.
Bild argued, "Uncle, we didn't mean to cause trouble, but that Betta kid is too despicable. I'm just punishing a maid who made a mistake. What right does he have to jump out and stop me? It'd be fine if the maid was a great beauty, but the maid was plain-looking, and Betta was crazy to jump out. If he hadn't jumped out, that bastard Roland behind us wouldn't have gotten into a conflict with us. "
To Bild, it was normal and reasonable for him to punish a maid heavily.
So he felt quite wronged.
The middle-aged Mage sighed. "It's not a big mistake for you to punish a maid, but if someone comes out to support the maid, can't you take advantage of the situation to do them a favor? Connections like this can't be built by fighting and scolding, but you have to give people face first before you can build them. "
Bild said in a low voice, "I'm just angry. Someone who can refute me for a maid probably isn't a big shot."
The middle-aged Mage let out a long sigh. He completely despaired of Bild's emotional intelligence.
Heinrich then asked, "Who exactly is that Roland? Do you know him, Uncle?"
"I don't know him, I've just heard his name," the middle-aged Mage explained. The middle-aged Mage explained, "He uploaded the oil-making spell and the water-making spell in a row in only two to three months. The Goddess of Magic recorded the two spells and named them with his name as a prefix."
Heinrich and Bild were both rather surprised. They knew very well that in the past hundred years, the Goddess of Magic had rarely recorded spells that were prefixed with the creator's name. Now that she had included two at once, it was conceivable how valuable these two spells were.
The middle-aged Mage continued, "As I said just now, whether it's oil-making or water-making, the spell nodes are quite concise and simple, and even a magic apprentice can learn them as long as they put in the effort. Such skill in connecting spell nodes, not to mention Roland's peers, even among the teachers of our generation, there aren't many who can do it. "
Bild was a little unconvinced. "Maybe he was just lucky and suddenly came up with these two spells."
"Do you think creating a spell is picking up money, that all you need to do is be lucky?" The middle-aged Mage rebuked angrily. "There are only two kinds of spells, whether you know them or not, there's no such thing as luck."
Bild scratched his head with an embarrassed expression. Although he wasn't convinced by Roland, he really didn't dare to argue with his uncle.
Heinrich thought for a moment and said, "Uncle, do you think this man can be roped into our family? We can pay him extremely well, for example, making him a citizen of Fareins, how about that? "
"That's impossible." The middle-aged Mage waved his hand. "I heard that Roland is also a Golden Son. You should all have heard what kind of bullsh * t temper these people have."
The air in the room suddenly fell silent, and after a while, Bild said slowly, "If I knew he was a Golden Son, I would've left on the spot and never let him see me doing anything bad. No wonder you told us to hide for a few days first, uncle!"
The middle-aged Mage sneered. "Now you know fear?"
Bild smiled awkwardly.
Heinrich, on the other hand, felt himself break out in a cold sweat.
It had been two years since the Golden Sons arrived in this world.
In these two years, they did a lot of things and made a lot of appearances, but they also … made a name for themselves.
Even though only a few Golden Sons occasionally came to Fareins, the noble families of Fareins had a certain understanding of this group.
After all, the Mercenary Guild was an organization that spread all over the world and could effectively transmit important information.
Now almost all the noble families knew that the Golden Sons were quite nosy creatures. They were usually very kind, and even when they were ridiculed, they didn't talk back much.
But once they saw "injustice," or something bad, they would stand up, meddle in other people's business, and do what they thought was right.
Whether you were a commoner, a gangster, a merchant, a noble, or even a royal … as long as they thought you were wrong, they would interfere and dare to interfere.
Now, many nobles who liked to kill at will had their heads removed by the Golden Sons.
Many bandits entrenched deep in the mountains were cleaned up by the Golden Sons. It was said that many times, just hearing that bandits had kidnapped villagers, they would spontaneously help save them, living like saints.
Just now, they wanted to kill the maid, no wonder Betta jumped out.
No wonder Roland was so domineering.
They had probably triggered what the Golden Sons called "beep beep beep" at the time.
Because when players said "quest," it would automatically be converted into this sound.
So the residents of this world also followed the good advice and used the muffled sound effect when players said they were going to "do a quest" as a noun.
After hearing that Roland was a Golden Son, and that Betta might also be one, Bild and Heinrich decided to admit defeat and hide at their uncle's place for a few days, waiting for Roland's anger to cool down a little before they went out.
Time passed day by day.
Roland hid in room 602 to rest, browsing the forums, doing magic experiments, and was very happy.
And the rumors about him gradually spread.
After all, Roland's oil-making had been really "popular" recently.
Mages were a money-consuming profession, and the children of great noble families naturally didn't have to worry too much about magic resources.
But for the vast majority of Mages who came from mid-level nobles or low-level noble families, money was still extremely scarce.
Powerful Mages were very rich, but that was after they were powerful.
In the early days of learning spells, Mages didn't have many ways to make money.
Most Mages borrowed money from relatives or invested in great nobles, using their future in exchange for the money they needed to learn now.
But after Roland's oil-making came out … they finally had a way to make money.
The price of astral insect oil was quite high, and it wasn't a problem to spend five or six days casting spells to accumulate it and then sell it, earning one or two gold coins wasn't a problem.
And astral insect oil had many uses, whether it was used as cooking oil, or as a high-level fuel, or even for some rather tasteless things.
The consumption was huge.
So even though many people had mastered astral insect oil, its price didn't drop.
Many low-level Mages who were short of money, after learning this spell, had a much better life during this period of time.
So they were quite grateful to Roland, who created this Mage.
After Roland's conflict with the two noble Mages, his name was also known by others and slowly spread.
Seven days later, when school was about to start, Roland came out of room 602 and walked to the main hall, only to find that there were already many students here.
And when many people saw him, their eyes immediately became a lot more enthusiastic.
"Look, that's Roland."
"He really looks like a genius, just like I imagined."
"What a great man. I heard that the water-making spell was also created for the convenience of us low-level Mages."
Roland: "????"
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