This was a slum. Ragged poor people could be seen everywhere. The roads were muddy and dirty. As for Roland and Betta, one was wearing a magic robe, and the other was wearing a noble's suit. Both of them had soft and tender skin, which didn't match the style of this place at all. Therefore, they were secretly watched by other people, but when their eyes moved away, the poor people who were peeking at them would pretend that nothing happened and continue with their own business and work.
The atmosphere was rather awkward.
Roland stood up. "I'll report to the Association of Mages. Protect the girl for a few more days. If nobody comes after her in a few days, you'd better find a way to move her family to another city to ensure their safety."
Looking at the burning clouds in the sky, Betta said hesitantly, "I'm afraid that they won't listen to me."
"It's fine if they don't," said Roland casually. "We can't protect them forever. If they don't want to leave, it's their own choice if something does happen. The best we can do is find a way to avenge them later. "
Betta looked at him in surprise. "Brother Roland, you sound rather cold."
Roland smiled. "That's a very normal view of the world. We can't give all our kindness and passion to strangers. If we have to do our best for strangers, what can we do for the people we're close to? "
Betta thought for a moment and said, "Then I'll guard them for another two days. I'll persuade them to leave in two days. If they don't leave, I'll leave myself. "
Seeing that Betta had taken his words seriously, Roland turned around and left.
About twenty minutes later, he came to the square of the magic tower.
The milky-white Magic Tower looked majestic and magnificent in the sunset. It was so mysterious that people couldn't take their eyes off it.
Roland walked to the gate of the Association of Mages, and two guards stood in his way again.
But this time, Roland took out the bronze badge.
Looking at the pattern of fire on the bronze badge, the two guards immediately stepped aside.
Adjusting his magic robe, Roland walked in and saw that the magic tower was as bright as day.
Below his feet were blue and white slabs that were as smooth as mirrors. He could clearly see his reflection.
Next to the rough white stone wall, a special crystal that emitted white light was hanging every certain distance.
There was almost nothing in the hall.
Only in the center of the hall was a light gray wooden staircase that spiraled to the second floor.
Roland walked to the stairs, and at this moment, a man quickly came down from above.
He was a young man, probably no more than 23 years old.
He had short black hair, brown eyes, an aquiline nose, and a pair of spirited eyes. He was wearing a gray magic robe. He was stunned at first when he saw Roland. Then, he walked over with an inquisitive expression and asked, "May I ask who you are?"
He did not regard Roland as an intruder.
This was a Mage Tower. Only an idiot would dare to cause trouble in a Mage's territory.
Also, Roland was also wearing a magic robe, so they were naturally of the same kind.
Therefore, the young man's attitude was quite good.
Roland took out his bronze badge again. "I'm here to join the Association."
Seeing the badge and hearing what Roland said, the young man immediately shouted in excitement, "Are you the Golden Son who's going to join us?"
"You can call me Roland." Roland put away the coat of arms and asked with a smile, "May I know your name?"
"I'm Claus." The young man was still excited. "Mr. Roland, we've been waiting for you for a long time. Please come with me."
He volunteered to lead the way and spoke quickly. "Mr. Roland, you have no idea how difficult the Association of Mages is right now!"
"Difficult … Is it short of money?"
Roland looked at the environment around him. Whether it was the large number of peculiar crystals used as light sources or the high-grade stone flooring on the ground, they all gave off the vibe of a rich man. How could such an association be short of money?
"It's not about money," Claus said as he walked. "It's about the lack of mentors in the association. The chairman is always busy. After all, he has a lot of work to do in the Magic Tower. He doesn't have much time to teach us. Right now, we have a dozen apprentices. We're all self-taught, but magic is too difficult. We haven't made much progress in the past few years. "
The two of them were already on the stairs.
After hearing this, Roland was stunned. He said blankly, "You mean, I'm here to teach you?"
"That's right," Claus said matter-of-factly. "Chairman Aldo sent someone to tell us. We've been waiting for you anxiously. "
Roland smiled bitterly. "But I'm just a novice Mage. I don't even have basic knowledge. How can I teach you?"
Claus suddenly turned around and said solemnly, "Although I'm still a magic apprentice and not as good as you are, I agree with Mr. Aldo. But I agree with one thing Mr. Aldo said. Magic doesn't require common sense! "
These words … did make some sense.
"Actually, I joined the association only because I wanted to learn more things." Roland felt that he should make things clear, in case these people were disappointed in the end. "I really don't know much about magic. Even so, you're still willing to let me learn from you? "
Although there were many things about magic that he didn't understand, Roland was confident. After all, he had been practicing hard recently. He didn't dare to say that he understood a lot of knowledge and theories, but at least he had some experience in the control of magic elements and mathematical modeling of magic.
If these people were willing to learn, he was willing to teach them.
"Of course. You're too modest, Mr. Roland. " Claus's eyes glowed with expectation. "Mr. Aldo said that you're an official Mage and almost an Elite. And we're just magic apprentices. You're much stronger than us. "
As they talked, they reached the second floor.
Unlike the empty first floor, there were many rooms and doors on the second floor, which made the round hall on the second floor seem a little small. Of course, there was still a spiral staircase in the middle that led to the third floor.
"Please wait a moment!"
Claus gestured and immediately ran to a counter next to the stairs. He rang a bell that faintly glowed with magic.
A crisp, pleasant tinkle rang out.
Not long after, the same sounds came from the third and fourth floors.
Resonating metal?
Just as Roland was thinking that, several doors opened, and several people wearing the same magic robes walked out. There were men and women, young and old.
At the same time, footsteps of varying intensity could be heard coming from the staircase.
A few magic apprentices ran down the stairs.
Very soon, these people gathered and stood before Roland and Claus.
They looked at Roland expectantly and excitedly.
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