While Roland was puzzled, Betta came to him and said in admiration, "Brother Roland, your name has almost spread throughout the Red Magic Tower these days. I've been doing quests in the west district, and even the people at the bottom level have heard of your name."
Betta had been doing quests these days.
He was only level six. Although he was still a relatively high level among the players, he was no longer in the top echelon.
Roland, on the other hand, was already level eight. He wasn't interested in regular quests, which gave too little experience. Roland wasn't interested at all if they weren't epic-level quests.
He might as well do a few more magic experiments than he had time to do regular quests.
A lot of Mages were gathered in the main hall.
Most of them were around level five, so Roland, who was level eight, stood out.
The people around him were observing Roland, and Roland slowly glanced around and observed them too.
Most of the Mages were human beings, but there were one or two elves, dwarves, and orcs.
Roland even saw a male drow with dark skin.
Then, Roland also saw the two noble Mages who didn't dare to speak up a few days ago.
Seeing Roland's gaze, they simply looked away and didn't meet Roland's eyes.
Roland was quite satisfied.
Soon, it was time for the Ruby Class to officially start. According to the guide, they only needed to gather in the main hall, and someone would come to pick them up when the time was up.
Everyone was waiting quietly.
The closer it was to the start of the class, the fewer and fewer people were whispering.
In the end, the entire main hall became so quiet that Roland could even hear the breathing of the people around him.
After waiting for a while, the time was up.
Several powerful mental pressures suddenly came from the air and then descended at a high speed.
Finally, four gray-haired Mages walked in one after another from the entrance of the main hall.
Even without looking at their level, everyone present could sense their level with mental power.
Three Masters and one Legend.
In Roland and Betta's vision, the Legend with a skull mark above his head walked at the front.
He was wearing a magic robe that emitted green light, and his expression was rather gentle.
He looked at everyone and was silent for a moment, as if he were counting the number of people.
After a moment, he said, "Well, the number is right … Which one is Roland?"
Roland raised his eyebrows.
Everyone looked at Roland.
Roland hesitated for only half a second before he stepped forward and said, "I am."
The Legendary old man eyed Roland up and down for a moment and asked with a smile, "Your oil-making and water-making spells are both rather interesting. But I still have a question. Why did you invent the oil-making technique? "
"I think Mages should have the ability to make money on their own, the ability to make money with magic. And the sooner, the better. After all, not everyone has a good family background. "
More than half of the magic students looked at Roland gratefully.
The oil-making technique was simple and easy to learn. It really made their finances a lot better.
The old man asked again, "Indeed, your approach can prevent many Mages from delaying their search for the path of magic because of money. But the problem was … As the number of Magicians increased, the status of Magicians would no longer be as noble as it was now. After all, the rarer something was, the greater its value. When the oil-making spell is widely spread, and the number of sorcerers in the future is several times, or even more than ten times, too many sorcerers will definitely make magic ordinary and mediocre. At that time, the sorcerers' view of you might be different from what it is now. "
Almost everyone's eyes fell on Roland.
The old man did have a point.
Roland said with a smile, "I think that only when more Mages, more magic organizations, and more forces appear, and we can communicate with each other, can magic knowledge and skills be developed faster. The world is a big place. Apart from the main plane, there's the Realm of Devils, the Astral Plane, and even paradise … We can go out without worrying about too many Mages. "
"Hahahaha." The old man nodded in satisfaction. "Boy, you're ambitious and generous. I'll make the decision now. You'll be the monitor of the Ruby Class. "
All the magic students were surprised. Some of them were dissatisfied, but none of them dared to say anything.
"Old man, who are you?" asked Roland.
"Alfred, the Great Elder of the Magic Tower." The old Mage turned around and said to the other three Mages, "I'll leave the rest to you. Train them well."
The three Mages nodded.
Then, the old man walked out of the door and disappeared into thin air.
It's Short-Distance Teleportation, not Flash … Sensing the frequency of the magic waves in the air, Roland recognized the spell that the Great Elder used immediately.
One had to be very confident to use Teleportation in a city.
Roland still dared not use Teleportation in a busy city, because the spatial shock caused by a failure would be enough to pull a large area into the Astral Plane.
Although Roland had never really failed when he used Teleportation, he dared not take the risk.
No matter how many times he succeeded, a lot of civilians would die if he failed even once.
The dead could barely be resurrected. Time couldn't be reversed, and there was no medicine for regret.
So, Roland never did such a dangerous thing, unless he was strong enough to restrain the spatial shock with his mental power even if the Teleportation failed.
This Legendary Mage, Alfred, was probably already capable of that.
At this moment, one of the three old Mages walked out. He had black hair, brown eyes, and an indifferent expression. After glancing at all the students, he said, "In your Ruby Class, except for Rolan, the rest of you are either here because of your connections or to make up the numbers. I don't expect you to be outstanding in your studies, but you must at least pass all the subjects. Otherwise … you'll have to stay here forever. After all, we don't want any failures to go out and ruin the reputation of the Red Magic Tower. "
Although they were looked down upon, few people had any objections. After all, that was true.
Even Betta had completed a mission and entered through "connections."
As for staying in the Red Magic Tower forever … Most Mages were rather proud. If they didn't do well, they would be too embarrassed to go out and embarrass themselves.
"Now that the Great Elder has appointed Roland as the monitor, it's settled. Nobody is allowed to object." The black-haired old Mage looked at Roland and continued, "But I'll observe you for a while. If you can't always be the best in the class, I'll report it to the Great Elder and dismiss you as the monitor. So, you have to work hard on your own, got it? "
It was sort of a warning.
Roland smiled but didn't say anything or respond.
He was here to learn, not to be bullied. He had been appointed as the monitor for no good reason, and now he was reprimanded for no good reason.
Did they really think that Roland didn't have a temper?
The Red Magic Tower wasn't the only one. It wouldn't be a problem for him to study in another Magic Tower.
Seeing that Roland didn't say anything, the old Mage frowned and didn't say anything. He looked at the others and continued, "Although the Red Magic Tower is best at evoking spells, we're not bad at spells of other schools. Also, we won't ask you to specialize in evoking spells. You can learn whatever you want. We're only responsible for the regular classes."
At this moment, the magic students finally began to whisper to each other.
"Silence."
The main hall fell silent again.
"There are eight major schools of magic, plus enchantment and alchemy, and the two ancillary schools. There are ten courses in total. There is one exam every year. You have to pass with 600 points. Those who fail will be kicked out of the class that year and rejoin the next five-year class. In this Ruby Class, more than ten students are repeaters, so you have to work hard. If you can't keep up, you'll have to live in the west district of the Red Magic Tower for the rest of your life. "
Roland realized why some of the magic apprentices in the west district were the repeaters who lived here and gave birth to their offspring.
It wasn't hard to become a magic apprentice with their parents who knew magic.
Everyone looked at the people around them, guessing who was the retainer.
No one looked at Roland.
Someone who had been publicly mentioned by the Great Elder couldn't be a repeater.
The black-haired old Mage turned around and said to the other two old Mages behind him, "Okay, I'll leave the rest to you."
After that, the black-haired Mage walked out of the dormitory and flew away.
One of the two old Mages had blond hair, and the other had red hair.
The blond Mage looked much more gentlemanly, and the red-haired Mage was apparently very brawny.
The blond Mage spoke first. "You'll have to learn magic from us in the first year. I'll be responsible for prophecy, spells, protection, and illusion. The other four classes will be taught by this red-haired guy. You'll have one day for me and one day for him. There will be no rest. As for the content, it's all about basic spell models and the fundamental principles of magic. It's not difficult. Right, you can call me Triton, and you can call the red-haired guy next to me Montasisa. "
The red-haired Mage, Montasisa, put on a silly smile at everybody.
But nobody dared to underestimate him because of his smile … A Master Mage was a moving war machine.
Then, Triton looked at Roland. "Roland, you're the monitor, and you've invented two spells, but I don't know how good you are at damage spells. So, why don't you show me your most powerful attack spell? I'll block it and see how good you are."
After a brief daze, Roland asked back, "My most powerful attack spell?"
"Yes." Triton nodded. "Do your best. Don't hold anything back."
It was a routine for every new class to establish the dignity of the teachers.
At this moment, Betta looked at Roland and suddenly begged Triton, "Mr. Triton, please don't do anything. If Brother Roland attacks with his full strength, not just you, we'll all suffer. Somebody will die. "
Everybody looked at Betta and then at Roland in surprise.
Roland was still expressionless.
Triton was so enraged that his beard almost curled up. "What an arrogant boy! I'm a defense major. Even the Great Elder can't break my defense barrier without spells above the fifth circle. Come on, come on! Just do your best. Let's see how strong you are. "
Roland turned his hand, and a blue fireball appeared in his palm and gradually grew larger.
"Shoot!"
Betta cursed in a low voice, then turned around and ran. He smashed through the window closest to him at lightning speed and escaped.
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