Originally, Roland was only famous.
Everybody in the Red Magic Tower had the impression that he was a creative young man.
After all, both the oil-making spell and the water-making spell were life-type spells.
In this world, strength was too important. The emergence of life spells did have a certain impact on mages, but it was only a certain impact, and it would not become mainstream.
It was because no matter how much money one made, they wouldn't be confident when they ran into people who were stronger than them.
The Great Elder appointed him to the Red Magic Tower only because he was quick-witted and believed that he would be a qualified assistant who could help a Master Mage with innovative experiments after he grew up.
Nobody in the leadership of the Red Magic Tower had ever thought highly of Roland's strength, nor did they want to.
That was why they decided that Roland would be their monitor and then tried to establish their dominance with him.
It was a common strategy of carrots and sticks.
Unfortunately, things went beyond their expectations.
After Triton and Montasisa returned to the school and told everyone about Roland's performance, things began to escalate.
"Great Elder, based on Triton's description, Roland must've grasped a new fireball spell that compresses magic power." An old man stood before the table with his hands in his sleeves and said, "I think it's necessary for us to bring the spell model to him."
"Why should we bring it to him?" The Great Elder leaned back and asked back, "Are we going to rob him?"
"This is the last resort," the old Magician said calmly. "We can promise enough benefits, be it money, beauties, or a status that matches his status and so on. We can do all of this. Few young people can resist such temptations. "
The Great Elder smiled. "Are you very interested in the spell model?"
"Don't tell me you're not!" The old Mage who was standing snorted. "That Inferior Fireball is very powerful. Roland has reached such a level even though he's not a Master. If we use it, not only will our casting speed be greatly increased, but it will also be more powerful. In an emergency, it will definitely be one of our methods to turn the tide."
The Great Elder nodded. "I understand, but I'm told that the Goddess of Magic received a similar spell model more than a year ago, but she took it back after releasing it for less than half a day. I don't know why."
"We don't need to worry about Mystra. She was only lucky enough to condense a Divine Spark. If we were born earlier, we wouldn't be worse than her. "
Alfred thought for a moment and said, "I know that many of you are interested, but the Red Magic Tower has to be respected. Try to persuade Roland to hand over the magic model. Money and women are all negotiable."
"With your words, I have a lot of room to maneuver." The old mage smiled and said, "I'll definitely bring you good news in three days or a week."
The First Elder chuckled.
He felt more and more certain that he had made the right decision in inviting Roland to the Red Magic Tower.
Roland wandered in the west district for a while and finally found a craftsman. He paid the down payment and asked them to repair the main hall of the dormitory building.
Then, he brought the craftsmen back to the dormitory in the eastern district. While the craftsmen were hard at work, he stopped a magic student who had just returned from the central district and asked, "Friend, have you found the school?"
The student was a little nervous and nodded vigorously. "Found it, found it. It's right in the middle of the central district, in the largest and tallest white dome. Right, monitor, do you want to rent or buy a manor in the east district? I'm told that a small manor is being auctioned in the northeast of here. "
"Thank you." Roland expressed his gratitude to the student.
Then, he found the small manor that was being auctioned.
It was a common occurrence in the Red Magic Tower.
Some students bought small manors when they were enrolled and sold them after they graduated.
A group of people had already gathered at the entrance of the manor. The onlookers were all Mages in magic robes.
Two workers in black clothes stood on the stage and shouted, "One hundred and seventy-five gold coins, going once!"
At this moment, someone in the crowd shouted, "A descendant of the Thatcher family of Fareins, two hundred gold coins."
Before he finished, someone else raised his hand and shouted, "The Fareins Bush family, two hundred and ten gold coins."
"The Fareins Rofield family, two hundred and twenty-five gold coins."
Roland took a deep breath when he heard the increasingly exaggerated offers.
He thought that he was already a rich man, but there was still a gap between him and the rich heirs of the real big families.
Fareins truly deserved to be the biggest country. Its economy was truly unbelievable.
Glancing at the three hundred gold coins in his system Backpack, Roland shook his head and left helplessly.
He really didn't want to live in the dormitory because the rooms were too small. It was inconvenient for magic experiments.
However, the small manor in the east district was already so expensive, and the price of the land in the middle district must be even higher.
So, should he try his luck in the west district?
Roland came to the west district and asked for information in a tavern.
Because he was wearing a magic robe, and this was the Red Magic Tower, where Mages were highly respected, many "warm-hearted" people in the tavern answered his questions.
"Simon the Gambler has a piece of land to sell, but it's too expensive. The big shots are unwilling to live in the west district, and the nobodies like us can't afford it."
According to the information obtained from the tavern, Roland found Simon, the gambling addict, in a casino, who was opening his door.
He was a tall, thin, middle-aged man with heavy dark circles under his eyes.
Hearing that Roland was here to buy land, the man was quite excited. He first brought Roland back to his slightly old building, and then brought Roland to a rather remote piece of wasteland in the western district with the house deed in hand.
He pointed at the wasteland and said, "One of my ancestors was the butler of a big shot in the middle district more than a hundred years ago. This land was left by him. It's a large place, but it's a little far from the business district. But rest assured, Master Mage, it's absolutely quiet here, and the land is quite fertile. After the manor is built, it won't be difficult to build a few acres of vineyards and a few fertile fields. "
"Why don't you develop such a great place here?"
Simon the Gambler shook his head. "I'm not capable of that. Besides, I'm just a gambler who lives in a small house. Nobody comes to me for trouble, but if I live in such a large place, I'll be dead the next day. Nobody comes to rob me of the deed of the house now because the big shot my ancestor served is still alive. "
So that's why!
Is he planning to get rid of the trouble?
Although this guy was a gambler, his intuition for danger was quite keen.
Roland smiled. "How much are you going to sell it for?"
"Fifty!" Simon the Gambler said without hesitation, "Master Mage, that's not a high price at all. After all, this land is really large. Also, I heard from my grandpa that my ancestor hid a huge sum of money here, but I don't think it's true. Even if it's true, it might've been dug away. "
Well, I seem to have seen it somewhere before!
In a trance, Roland took out a bag of gold coins from his Backpack that he had prepared. There were exactly fifty of them, and he gave them to Simon.
Simon didn't open the bag but held it in his hand. Then, he said with a smile, "Right, there are indeed fifty of them. This is the deed of the house. Master, keep it safe."
Accepting the deed, Roland looked at it and confirmed that it was correct before he put it in his Backpack.
Simon asked, "Do you want me to introduce you to another very good repair shop?"
Roland waved his hand.
"Honorable Master Mage, I'll be on my way."
Simon saluted and ran away joyfully.
After he was far away, Roland looked at a tree on his right and said, "Come out. I know you're there."
The air was silent.
The noises on the business street far away became vague murmurs when they reached this place.
Several seconds later, the air behind the tree rippled, and the white-haired catgirl in an old gray robe gradually became solid.
Then, she slowly walked to ten meters in front of Roland and stared at him nervously with her big, green eyes.
"You heard me just now. I bought this place."
The catgirl's expression turned gloomy.
Although she had lived here for nearly ten years, this piece of wasteland did belong to someone else. She had only dug a hole here and secretly lived here.
"I'll move away."
The catgirl said in a low voice, sounding particularly sad.
Roland shook his head. "I'm not kicking you out. This place is very big. It's fine for you to continue living here. I'm just informing you that I'm going to live here too."
Roland didn't expect that the land he bought was the catgirl's home. Also, the huge sum of money that he and Betta dug up earlier was probably hidden by Simon's ancestor.
Well … The Divine Noble's Fortune specialty was too awesome.
"Are you really not kicking me out?" The catgirl's white tail rose high. "Can I continue living here?"
Although she was rather scared of Roland, she felt that Roland was probably a good guy.
After all, Roland had given her a gold coin, which she kept close to her body.
A great man like him should be a man of his word.
This was her last shelter. If she was kicked out again, she would probably have to live in the sewers.
The sewers were too dirty … Almost all the catgirls were mysophobic.
Living underground was already the limit of her tolerance. The catgirl felt that she might as well die if she had to live in the stinky sewers.
"Alright, step back a little."
The catgirl was slightly confused.
Roland snapped his fingers, and a thick stone wall rose from the ground. Then, it extended into the distance at an extremely fast speed. In the end, it made a big circle and joined with the wall, forming a huge ring.
The stone wall wasn't very high. It was only about two meters tall.
With the agility of the catgirls, they could even climb a ten-meter wall, not just two meters.
Roland pointed again, and a hole appeared in the stone wall in front of him. Then, he walked in first and said, "With this stone wall, it means that this place has an owner. You should be much more at ease living in the wall in the future."
The catgirl followed Roland and crossed the hole. She looked at Roland's back, her green eyes glittering in the light.
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