Entering the grassland that she was familiar with from the cave, the catgirl subconsciously looked around. Looking at the huge walls around her, she indeed had a feeling of safety, as Roland said.
Why did intelligent beings build houses and why did cities have walls? It was all because of the need for a sense of security. Even though it was only a comfort in most cases, it was very easy for a professional to break through a two-meter-tall wall.
But the psychological feeling of having and not having it was completely different.
Roland looked around and made sure that the house he was going to build was at the center. Then, he snapped his fingers again.
A large area of land became muddy at first. Then, stone walls rose from the ground one after another, until a tall, square, four-story building was built.
The catgirl was fascinated by the scene that was created out of nothing. She wished that she was the one who had instantly changed the environment with this ridiculous spell.
After all, she was a local resident of the Red Magic Tower. Although she dared not show up in public, she had a natural yearning and admiration for magic, just like other civilians of the Red Magic Tower.
After building his large temporary residence and magic experiment site, the next step was to move in.
Because he was living alone, he only needed to move some furniture in.
But Roland suddenly saw the catgirl next to him.
The catgirl was staring at the large black square building that was created with Mud to Stone. Not only was her white tail erected high behind her, but the tip of her tail was also wriggling.
Roland thought for a moment and snapped his fingers again, raising a two-story building next to the building. It was very small, about seventy square meters.
"This house is for you."
Roland looked at the unattractive square building that he built and nodded.
As a straight man, he didn't have a high appreciation for architecture. As long as there was enough space, it was fine.
As for what the building looked like …
Who cared about that?
He might as well do more magic experiments if he had time to worry about that.
Then, Roland left the new manor and went to the middle district.
The catgirl was left in a dilemma.
Should she live in the small house or not?
This Mage was a good man. His words should be trustworthy.
But she was told that some Mages liked to bribe catgirls with petty favors and ask them to do this and that. In the end, even the catgirls became Mages.
After all, the Mages were all very smart, and the cat people were no match for them.
But … the catgirl knew that she really wanted to live in a house.
Although the underground pit looked quite safe, there was a muddy smell. If it wasn't for the fact that this was a desert area where it rarely rained, it would have been troublesome to deal with the water stains in the underground pit.
How could it compare to living in a house?
Should he move in?
The catgirl was lying on the ground, scratching the ground with her front paws. She seemed to be in a dilemma.
Roland came to midtown.
Compared to the other two areas, the central city was more beautiful, the roads were wider, and the greenery here was better.
Trees that Roland had never seen before covered the sky above the road with their dense canopy leaves, making it difficult for sunlight to penetrate.
It was not easy to find such greenery in the desert.
Roland followed the road and found the school of the Red Magic Tower.
It was a school with a very exaggerated building area.
The entrance alone was a hundred meters wide and thirty meters tall.
The greyish-white rock walls stretched out on both sides of his field of vision, seemingly without end.
At the entrance of the school, there was a slightly distorted 'membrane' layer. It was transparent, and one could see the situation inside the school through the door.
Many Mages were coming in and out.
Roland walked over, and a young Mage happened to be in front of him. The guy saw Roland, but he had no intention of giving way. Instead, he charged straight at Roland.
Seeing that, Roland had to step aside himself.
The young man brushed past Roland. He didn't even look at Roland, as if Roland's concession was a matter of course.
Huh?
Roland found it odd. Was this guy blind, or was he simply uncivilized?
He thought as he walked, and then another young Mage walked out of the gate in front of him.
This man walked straight, too, but on his way, it wasn't Roland who blocked his way, but another magic student that Roland had seen before, his classmate.
This young Mage didn't give way either. In the end, it was Roland's classmate who voluntarily stepped aside.
Seeing that, Roland walked over, patted the classmate's shoulder, and asked, "The people here seem a bit arrogant. Do you know what's going on?"
"It's a tradition in the Red Magic Tower. Strong Mages have a lot of privileges. No matter your position in the secular world, it's etiquette and an unspoken rule to make way for high-level Mages here. They can even ask you to run errands for them. "
Roland slightly sighed.
He was somewhat disappointed.
By logic, a holy land of magic like the Red Magic Tower should be an ivory tower, where everybody studied, discussed magic, and promoted the application and development of magic. It was a harmonious and fulfilling place.
However, he didn't expect that the concept of hierarchy here was so strong.
But on second thought, Roland found it reasonable.
After all, even the universities in the real world, although known as ivory towers, had internal strife in the student union, oppression of students, conflicts between clubs, weird relationships between teachers and students, and so on. Roland had seen a lot of them in person, not to mention what he read on the Internet.
So … it wasn't strange that the Red Magic Tower had a hierarchy.
Despite his understanding, Roland suddenly felt a lot less respect for the Red Magic Tower.
It had been a carrot and a stick before, but after seeing this, Roland realized one thing.
He didn't have to think of the Red Magic Tower as sacred and transcendent, but as a normal academic organization.
After thinking that through, Roland didn't have much respect for the unbelievably huge buildings before him.
The halo faded.
As for the buildings … any third-tier city in the real world could beat this place.
Patting his classmate's shoulder, Roland walked into the school gate. When he passed through the barrier, Roland felt that the black wooden badge in his clothes heated up.
After entering the school gate, Roland looked around, trying to find the activation magic array of the barrier, but after searching for a long time, he couldn't find it. He had to give up and keep walking.
Passing through a white square, Roland saw three buildings in front of him. The left side was made of transparent minerals that he had never seen before, the middle side was made of obsidian, and the right side was made of rubies.
One class and one building. Interesting.
Roland looked at the students coming and going from the obsidian class. Most of them were level five or level seven. Then he looked at the teaching building on the far left.
Most of the students coming and going were level seven or level nine, but none of them had reached level ten, which was the so-called Master level.
It seemed that Master was the minimum requirement for graduation.
Roland guessed to himself. Then he walked to the Ruby Building.
Just as he reached the entrance, he saw a group of people gathered at the entrance.
Seeing Roland, many people shouted, "The monitor is here. Let him take a look."
What happened?
The crowd made a gap. Roland walked in and found a man lying on the ground with a large pool of blood on his waist. Betta was bandaging the man with gauze.
Betta still didn't know healing.
Under normal circumstances, Warlocks were much more lethal than Mages at the same level and with the same equipment, but they had a fatal flaw.
All Warlocks' spells were automatically comprehended, which meant that at a certain level, apart from a few bloodline core spells or skills, all the other spells were randomly "conjured" with a die.
So, some Warlocks might not be able to obtain many critical and super practical spells in their lifetime.
For example, healing!
And no student around knew healing.
There were three types of healing techniques: the Light Healing Technique, the Life Healing Technique, and the Water Healing Technique of the Water God Religion.
In essence, these spells were all divine spells.
However, Melf was so talented that he simulated several kinds of healing divine spells with spell models.
Since then, Mages also had healing abilities.
But even though they had them, whether or not they could learn them was another matter.
Roland snapped his fingers, and a white light seeped into the wounded student's body.
The surrounding people all looked at Roland in surprise.
It wasn't unusual for a Mage who majored in evocation to know healing, but it was unusual for him to know healing at such a young age.
Now, everyone thought that Roland majored in evocation.
After all, the way he suppressed and shrunk the fireball was too amazing and left a deep impression on everyone.
"How did you get hurt?" Roland looked around. "Didn't any teachers do anything?"
The wounded student had been stabbed in the waist and kidney. If an ordinary person suffered such an injury, they would probably go into shock or even die.
However, professionals were tenacious, and the stab wound wasn't big. Even a Mage could take it.
The student said in shame, "Everyone else made way for the Obsidian Class. I felt uncomfortable, so I deliberately didn't make way, and then I got hurt."
Roland thought to himself that this kid was quite brave.
He looked around and said, "Okay, stop crowding around. He's fine. Go to class."
Although it was only the first day of class, Roland was actually quite prestigious. None of the students disobeyed him.
They entered the classroom on the first floor. The classroom was very large, and the distance between the desks was very large.
There was also a book with a white cover on the desks.
Roland sat down at a random desk, and Betta sat next to him.
Everybody was reading the book, which was about the school rules and certain special rules.
It was quite thick.
After Roland read for a while, Triton came to class.
He spent an hour talking about the things that new students needed to pay attention to, and then spent two hours talking about basic magic knowledge.
Roland knew all that, so he kept reading the school rules.
Unfortunately, he didn't find the information he wanted.
After class, Triton was about to leave.
Roland stood up and asked, "Sir, what if I don't want to make way for the students?"
All the students looked at Roland in shock.
Betta was the only one who put on a thoughtful smile.
Ah, Brother Roland is up to no good again.
Triton smiled and said, "Then you fight them. If you beat one of them, they will make way for you, as long as no one is killed."
Roland smiled after hearing that. "So, it's that simple."
Then, he looked at Betta. "I'll block the Meteorite Class, and you block the Obsidian Class. Let's see who can settle things first."
"Okay!" Betta jumped in excitement.
There was nothing but silence in the Ruby Class.
They seemed to have seen two lunatics.
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