The founder of the Red Magic Tower wasn't from Fareins. At first, there were people from various countries, and the ratio was fairly balanced. But as time went by, more and more Mages came from Fareins, and at this moment, more than forty percent of the Mages were from Fareins.
Only two members of the Council of Elders weren't from Fareins.
To some extent, the Red Magic Tower was an overseas branch of the Association of Mages in Fareins.
So, it was perfectly normal for the Council of Elders to work for the interests of Fareins.
It was also a tacit secret among the leadership of the Red Magic Tower.
Alfred thought for a moment and said, "There's no rush. After all, Roland will be studying with us for a long time. Let's keep observing him first. In the meantime, I've sent someone to Hollevin to collect intelligence on him. If his character is up to standard, it won't be a problem for us to pull him into Fareins. Besides, many minor nobles from other countries want to join Fareins but can't. Do you think he'll turn down the opportunity? "
Murphy smiled. He felt that Alfred had a point.
There was indeed no rush.
Both Roland and Betta were meat that would rot in the Red Magic Tower.
Murphy left the Council of Elders and began to prepare ten level-three spells.
At this moment, Roland was in slight trouble.
An Orc Mage with a swollen face stood before Roland.
He seemed rather bummed. "Monitor, I'm here to seek shelter from you."
Huh?
Briefly stunned, Roland looked around the library and said in a low voice, "Let's talk outside. We'll disturb other people here."
They came to a tree behind the library.
The scorching sunlight shone through the gaps in the canopy, and the light spots fell on them and swayed in the wind.
Roland observed the Orc before him.
It was a green-skinned, sharp-toothed Orc, a mainstream race among the Orcs.
He was rather brawny, and Roland was two heads shorter and two sizes smaller than him.
Beastmen looked down on other races that weren't as strong as them, but the beastmen didn't dare to show any disrespect to Roland. After all, Roland had blown up the main hall of the dormitory and beaten up a few elites at the Meteorite Mine. Everyone in the Ruby Class now regarded Roland as the real class monitor.
Besides, Roland was quite honest. He would answer whoever asked him questions whenever he had the time.
More importantly, Roland had been very fair about the quota for the library.
Except for Roland himself, everybody else spent the same amount of time in the library.
And Roland himself had the right to freely enter and exit the library.
Observing the Orc for a while, Roland asked, "It seems that you were beaten up. What happened?"
Although the orcs looked strange, Roland had seen a lot of weird movies, such as Iron X Warriors, Mutants, and so on. He had seen too many strange creatures.
Moreover, no matter how ugly the Beastmen were, could they be uglier than the Giant Spiders?
The orc said helplessly, "It's okay to be beaten up. I just can't accept it. Class monitor, you clearly gave everyone in the class the same time to enter the library. Why should my time be taken away?"
"Hmm?" Roland asked curiously, "Are you the only one being targeted?"
"Not just that." The Beastman shook his head. "The Elves, the Dwarves, and the humans of other countries have all been affected. Those students from the Fareins Kingdom have joined forces to squeeze and steal our time. "
After a brief daze, Roland asked, "How many people from Fareins are there in our class?"
"More than half."
Roland smiled and said, "You can go back now. I'll take care of it tomorrow."
The next day, after Triton's Basic Magic Theory class, Roland blocked the door of the classroom while his classmates were still in the classroom. He said, "Everyone, wait a moment. There's something I want to say."
Everybody in the Ruby Class looked at Roland.
Betta looked at Roland in surprise too. Like Roland, he spent most of his time in the library and didn't know what was going on outside.
He didn't know what was going on in the class either.
Roland looked around and said, "I heard something last night. Someone is forming a gang and limiting the time that other students can enter the magic library."
Half of the students frowned at Roland, and the other half were delighted.
Finally, someone stood up for them.
"To be honest, I don't really want to be involved in such things. After all, it's a waste of my time. The position of class monitor was only given to me by the Great Elder. " Roland's eyes lingered on some of the students from Fareins. "However, now that I'm the class monitor, I'll ensure the necessary fairness. With the permission of the Council of Elders, I can enter the library freely, so I'm not restricted. However, every class has a limited time to enter the library every day. I've tried to be fair, but some people are always dissatisfied and greedy. They extend their hands to the other students who are weaker. "
"You're putting me in a difficult position by doing this."
There was vague disgust and disgust in Roland's words.
Can't you just let me study magic? You're wasting my time by doing so many things.
At this moment, a student from Fareins shouted, "Roland, we don't want to be your enemy. We're just targeting some lowly orcs."
Roland snorted. "Do you really think I'm an idiot? I set the time. You've disrespected me and slapped me in the face by breaking the rule. Now, you're saying that you don't want to be my enemy? Are you playing with fools? "
The students of the Fareins Kingdom all had awful expressions on their faces.
The other students, on the other hand, were more and more delighted.
"Let's forget about what happened before, but I'll say it here." Roland's tone was gentle, but it had an unquestionable power. "The rules I set will be carried out as usual in the future, but if anyone dares to mess around, don't blame me for not treating him as a classmate."
After Roland said this, he turned and left.
Betta packed up his notes and left, too.
After that, it was the students who were oppressed who left.
The last to land in the classroom were the students from Fareins.
Their expressions were gloomy. Someone proposed a fight with Roland. More than thirty people came at him together. What the hell was there to be afraid of?
As a result, someone directly retorted, "Roland can teleport. You can't catch him even with three hundred people. Dimensional Anchor if you can. "
The pro-war faction was immediately discouraged.
Dimensional Anchor was not a spell they could learn right now.
When Roland returned to the manor, he found an old man standing at the door, and next to him, there was a catgirl kneeling on the ground, her white tail hanging down and tucked between her legs. She looked very scared.
Roland stepped forward quickly, only to find that the old man was Murphy, the Legendary Mage he met a few days ago.
Seeing Roland, Murphy said rather happily, "You don't mind my sudden visit, do you?"
Roland shook his head. Then, he looked at the catgirl and asked, frowning, "Why are you kneeling on the ground?"
Hearing Roland's voice, the catgirl raised her head abruptly, her big green eyes full of begging. Then, she lowered her head again.
"Do you know this catgirl?"
"I picked her up and planned to domesticate her as a maid." Roland nodded and said to the catgirl, "Go back and clean up the house. What are you doing here?"
The catgirl raised her head abruptly. She looked at Roland and then at Murphy. Then, in a panic, she dashed into the wall as fast as she could without saying anything.
Watching the catgirl disappear, Murphy put on a somewhat regretful expression.
Roland asked with a smile, "Mr. Murphy, are you here to exchange spell models?"
"Yes, here are ten level-three spell models. You can take a look."
Murphy touched the emerald ring on his left hand, and the ten pieces of paper that were full of dots and lines fell to the ground.
Spatial equipment … Roland was rather curious.
Looking at Roland's curiosity, Murphy said rather proudly, "An old friend of the Monochrome Magic Tower made them for me. There are less than ten people in the human world who have such spatial equipment. Also, the space inside is almost one cubic meter. "
Roland was instantly lost for words … That's so small.
Murphy took Lauren's speechless expression as the silence of envy and jealousy.
He laughed and said, "Lauren, you're very talented. As long as you stay in the Red Magic Tower for twenty to thirty years, you'll likely become a Legend. By then, I'll go to the Monochrome Magic Tower and get a ring for you."
"Thank you!"
Roland picked up the ten pieces of paper and randomly picked three that he didn't have, before he put them in his system Backpack.
Then, he waved his hand and took out the model of Self-Exploding Fireball that he had prepared earlier and returned it to Murphy along with the other seven level-three spell models.
Subconsciously accepting the eight drawings, Murphy stared at Roland in a daze for a long time before he finally asked, "You have spatial equipment too?"
"Yes!"
Murphy pursed his lips rather angrily.
It didn't feel good to be the one being pretentious instead.
He heaved a sigh and simply left without saying anything.
Roland returned to the manor, only to see that the catgirl was craning her head at the window of her small stone house in fear.
Roland waved at her.
The catgirl stared at the gate of the manor for a while and was greatly relieved to find that the old man didn't follow her in.
She jumped out of the window and trotted to Roland. She squatted and raised her white tail high.
Roland's eyes lingered on the catgirl's tail for a moment before he asked, "What happened just now?"
"I went out to find something to eat, and the old man discovered me on my way back. He controlled me to walk to him with a weird spell. I couldn't escape at all."
The catgirl had goosebumps all over her body when she recalled the feeling at that time.
A level-four spell, Alien Manipulation? Or Humanoid Creature Temptation?
Roland asked, "Weren't you invisible?"
"I was invisible, but he could detect me just like you." The catgirl's eyes were filled with fear. "Mages are so scary. They can even detect mewpeople."
In fact, the catgirl was very good at invisibility. Nobody could detect her unless they had extraordinary mental power like Roland or were close to the Legendary level.
At the very least, Betta didn't notice the catgirl before.
Roland lowered his body and asked the question that had been on his mind for a long time. "You're a local of the Red Magic Tower, aren't you? Why are you so scared of strangers? Previously, I even lived underground, almost isolated from the rest of the world. "
"All the mewpeople in the Red Magic Tower are slaves. I don't want to be a slave."
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