Roland returned to his stone building and began to make magic notes.
Although his discussion with Montasisa in the church wasn't of great help to him, some of Montasisa's ideas were still useful to Roland. For example, he could enrich his database.
In data planning, even the wrong data could be useful. After he recorded it, he could avoid such detours in the future.
Also, in many cases, the data might be wrong in the research, but it might be correct in a different environment or topic.
Therefore, a large database was very important.
The accumulation and enrichment of the database could only be done by filling in the data bit by bit.
In the following days, Roland lived a fulfilling life. He attended classes during the day and did magic experiments after he returned home at night.
The advantages of the Golden Sons were too obvious. Not only did they strengthen their logical thinking after twenty years of systematic education, they were also much better than other students because they didn't need to sleep at night.
After only one month, neither Roland nor Betta had classes with other students anymore.
They spent most of their time in the library during the day.
At this moment, Roland focused on magic arrays and spatial magic.
Roland found it most troublesome that he couldn't teleport with anybody else.
Neither Montasisa nor Triton could teach him the knowledge about magic arrays.
Roland and Betta didn't get in touch with the mentors of a higher level either.
Those mentors would go back to their homes to do experiments and learn new knowledge after teaching students. It was hard to meet them.
So, Roland flipped through the book and took pictures with the system camera while reading.
Betta, on the other hand, was studying enchantment and basic magic theories.
Warlocks had limited spell slots, and they couldn't learn too many spells.
But that didn't stop them from "making" the spells in the form of scrolls.
This wasn't a bad idea. Most people or Mages would only carry a few magic scrolls. Even if you carried a bag, you wouldn't be able to carry a lot of them. Moreover, during a battle, you wouldn't have much time to rummage through your bag to find the magic scrolls you could use.
Players, on the other hand, had a Backpack of eight cubic meters. If they wanted to take something out of the Backpack, they could only control it with their consciousness, which was even faster than taking things out of their pockets.
As long as they knew enough spells and made enough scrolls, even Warlocks could be regarded as half Mages.
This was the trick that Betta thought of.
After all, there were too many useful spells.
One day, Roland was reading in the library again. A young Elven Mage came to him and asked him a few questions about the nodes.
After getting the answer, he happily sat to the side and digested the knowledge he had just learned.
There were a few Elven Mages in the Red Magic Tower too.
Although the nature magic of the elves was very powerful, it wasn't a bad thing to learn some neutral elemental magic from the humans.
Any intelligent creature could learn Neutral Elemental Magic, unlike Elven Magic, which could only be learned by the Elves.
Roland had the elven bloodline, so naturally, the elves would feel close to him.
This Elven Mage didn't ask for nothing. He also taught Roland two interesting elven spells.
One was Flower Blossom Acceleration.
The other one was Tranquility.
Let the flowers bloom faster, remember to become more tranquil.
It didn't sound very useful, but Roland felt that something wasn't right … especially Bloom. At first, he thought that this spell was simply to add more nutrients to the flowers so that they could grow faster.
But then Roland realized that it was not the case at all!
After using Bloom, the flower bud would grow into a blooming flower in one minute.
It wasn't something that could be achieved by adding nutrients at all.
Also, Roland found that the lifespan of the plants affected by Blossoming would be shortened by a long time. Also, Roland found that the lifespan of the plants affected by Blossoming would be shortened.
That made Roland even more curious about what it meant.
Time couldn't be reversed, nor could it be sped up.
So, how did the Flowering Spell do this?
It was a question that a normal researcher would have.
It was like water turning into ice. Ordinary people would feel that it was cold, and naturally, water would turn into ice.
But for the researchers of physics, they were full of questions.
What was the reason why a liquid turned into a solid?
Why was it cold?
What was "cold" and so on?
A long string of questions stretched on, almost without an end.
In the eyes of the regular Mages, including most elves, Bloom was just a spell that would bloom after it was used. It was only natural.
But in Roland's eyes, this spell contained a lot of magic ideas that he had never been exposed to before.
Unfortunately, he didn't know enough about elven magic. He felt a headache when he saw the overlapping nodes in the spell model.
As for Tranquil Mind, it was a mental spell of the natural class.
It involved the soul, and it was also a type of magic that Roland hadn't formally studied yet. It would be great to keep it as analysis material later.
Putting the two spells aside for now, Roland continued studying the magic arrays.
When he was fascinated, he suddenly felt that his vision was a lot darker. Roland subconsciously raised his head, only to find an old Mage before him.
The man's magic waves were quite obvious. He must be a big shot.
"You're Roland, right? There's something I want to talk to you about. Can we talk outside?"
Roland stood up.
The people in the library were still there.
Two minutes later, under a tree behind the library.
The old Mage said with a smile, "I'm Murphy. I wonder if you've heard my name before?"
Although Roland was devoted to the ocean of magic knowledge, he still collected the necessary basic intelligence.
Murphy was a member of the Council of Elders and a Legendary Mage.
No wonder he was surrounded by vast magic power.
Actually, Murphy was surprised by Roland's talent too.
As a Legendary Mage, Murphy was definitely stronger than Roland. So, he could tell that the young man's magic power capacity was only slightly lower than his own.
Not too far off.
That was a little too ridiculous.
Also, he vaguely sensed the vibe of the Goddess of Magic from this man.
A Favored?
Then many of his backup plans couldn't be used anymore.
Murphy secretly sighed.
Roland said with a smile, "Mr. Murphy, I've certainly heard of you. You're the strongest Mage specializing in evoking in the Red Magic Tower. I've admired you for a long time."
Even though he knew that Roland was flattering him, Murphy was still somewhat happy.
"I know that you cherish your time. You're either in school or in the library. Although you live in the west district, you've never visited a prostitute. With such a clean and diligent habit, your future is immeasurable, "said Murphy sincerely and even admiringly. Murphy said sincerely and even somewhat admiringly, "So, I won't beat around the bush and waste your time. I want to get the model of your special fireball. What do you need in exchange?"
Roland was briefly stunned. "I'm told that the spell has been offered to the Goddess of Magic. Didn't you receive it?"
Since most of the mages had heard about his water-making and oil-making spells, the self-exploding fireball that was secretly sacrificed by another player should've spread everywhere by now.
Murphy shook his head. "No. I'm told that the Goddess of Magic released a special Fireball more than a year ago, but it was recalled in less than half a day. Now, those who know the Fireball don't want to spread it. It seems that they've all hidden it from other people."
At this point, Murphy's expression became somewhat confused. "Roland, did you learn your Fireball from the Goddess of Magic, too?"
"I created it myself." Roland shrugged. "Let's get back to the topic earlier. I'm not very possessive of the Fireball. If you can offer me a spell model of equal value that I haven't learned yet, I'll certainly offer it to you."
Murphy was briefly stunned. "That's all?"
"Of course." Roland nodded. "I'd rather have something that I don't know yet than what I've already got."
Murphy was rather bummed. According to his previous assumption, Roland probably didn't want to hand over the spell model. He could tell that the blue fireball was very powerful. It could be compressed, its size could be controlled, and the output could be controlled.
It was no longer a regular spell. It could even be called a Legendary spell.
However, such a spell could be learned at a low level, and its power would increase as the caster grew up.
If it were him, he would've kept it a secret and dealt with it as his trump card.
But Roland … Was he an idiot?
Not really. If he were an idiot, he wouldn't be able to create such a spell. Of course, he couldn't have created the water-making and oil-making spells, either.
"Then what level of spell do you need?" Murphy thought for a moment and asked.
Pondering for a moment, Roland said, "Although Self-Exploding Fireball is a level-two spell, it can be regarded as a level-three spell after I've optimized and strengthened it for more than a year. So, Mr. Murphy, you only need to give me a level-three spell that I haven't learned yet. "
Hearing the condition, Murphy looked at Roland in silence and found it absurd.
He couldn't help but ask, "A level-three spell is enough?"
"If Elder Murphy is willing to give me a few more level-three spells, I'd be very happy too." Roland opened his hands.
After a moment of silence, Murphy smiled. "Okay, I'll bring ten level-three spells tomorrow. You can choose three of them."
After saying that … Murphy turned around and left.
Roland didn't consider it a big deal and went back to the library to read.
After Murphy returned to the Council of Elders, he went straight to Alfred, the Great Elder.
"Great Elder, is there something wrong with Roland's mind?" Murphy considered his words and said, "He's willing to make a fair deal when he has advantages! And most importantly, his mana is too exaggerated. It's not a standard that someone who hasn't even reached the Master-level and hasn't even touched the threshold of the Legendary-level should have. "
Alfred narrowed his eyes. "So, what do you want? Do you want to destroy him? "
"I do, but I'll be very happy if he joins Fareins, and I won't have such a thought again."
"Magic knowledge has no racial or national boundaries, but do Mages have them?" Alfred sighed. "That conflicts with the philosophy of the Red Magic Tower."
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