Roland was slightly surprised. He could tell that the Red Magic Tower favored the heroes of the world. Even the green-skinned orcs were recruited as Mages. It didn't make sense that they would despise the werecats, who were obviously more intelligent.
"Why were the werecats enslaved?"
The catgirl's white fluffy ears drooped. Even her tail dangled to the ground.
"Because decades ago, a werecat Mage led a resistance, but it failed. After that, the werecats were enslaved."
Although the catgirl didn't say much, Roland could already tell a lot of things from her words.
The resistance led by the werecats failed.
It was not hard to guess what the resistance was based on the nationality of the members of the Red Magic Tower and what happened to the green-skinned orcs yesterday.
It was true that exploitation was always possible in any place.
"Then do you want to go out in the open?"
The catgirl nodded. Of course she did.
She hadn't communicated with anyone, including her family, for a long time.
It was because the ownerless catgirls, especially the female ones, would be captured whenever they showed up.
Earlier, she was almost captured by that old Mage. If Roland hadn't returned in time, the consequences would've been dire.
"Then you can pretend to be my slave."
The catgirl immediately hesitated after hearing that.
Roland shrugged and let her think about it. It was only natural that she was wary.
Back in the stone building, Roland opened the three level-three spell blueprints and read them for a while. Then, he put them aside.
The three spells were all very good, but they weren't a high priority for Roland.
His current task was to learn magic arrays.
After he learned how to make magic arrays, Roland felt that he would be able to do a lot of tricks.
Also, the level-one and level-two spells were functional enough to meet all his needs in daily life and in battle.
The high-level spells that followed were just enhancements.
If he had a good foundation, it would be much easier to build a skyscraper.
So, he wasn't in a hurry.
That night, he had done a lot of data analysis. The difficulty of learning magic arrays was much higher than he had imagined.
The data involved was much more than that of level-two spells.
Roland spent the whole night filling in the wrong database.
The next morning, when he was about to go to class, he found the catgirl standing in front of his door.
Her green eyes were bloodshot and she looked tired, as if she hadn't slept at all.
Seeing Roland, the catgirl seemed a little nervous. She hesitated for a while, and when Roland was about to lose his patience, she finally spoke.
"I am willing to pretend to be your slave."
After saying that, the catgirl felt that all the strength in her body had been used up, and she didn't seem to be very angry.
Werecats were sensitive creatures, and they were naturally very curious about everything. At the same time, they were also very wary of all creatures other than their own kin.
This was a proud creature with a delicate heart.
It was quite difficult to win their trust.
Roland didn't win the catgirl's trust. The catgirl was just taking a gamble.
I bet Roland is a good person.
She had been alone in this place for too long.
She wanted to go back and see her mother. She wanted to be with her openly. She wanted to walk on the street openly and not be taken away by others.
In the past ten years, Roland was the only person who had not shown any malice towards her.
Looking at the uneasiness on the catgirl's face, Roland smiled and asked, "I don't know your name yet."
"Marilyn." The catgirl crossed her hands. "I don't have a last name because I'm a civilian."
"I know. You can wait for me here."
Roland bypassed the catgirl and left the manor.
It was Triton's class today. It was all about fundamental magic theories. Roland already knew that, so it didn't matter if he went or not.
Besides, the education in the Red Magic Tower was quite casual. It didn't matter if the students came or not. They were all adults and responsible for themselves. If they failed the exam the next day, they would be kicked out of the class and wouldn't be qualified to enter the classroom again until five years later with the new students.
Roland went to the business street in the east district and found a shop that had a purple silk hanging on the door.
The sign of the shop read "Magic Shackles."
It was a slave certification shop.
It was one of the private businesses of a certain elder.
One could buy necklaces to control slaves here. Also, only the necklaces sold here had authoritative effects. Otherwise, many untouchables wouldn't even be considered slaves, not to mention their household registration.
They could even be beaten to death on the street as spies.
Therefore, on many occasions, the necklaces were also a form of protection for those who had no identity.
Roland walked into the shop and stepped on the solid black floor.
The shop was very large. There was a black counter at the end, surrounded by a few gray chairs for people to rest on, and several tables.
Seeing Roland, a pretty maid wearing a white necklace came to greet him.
She smiled sweetly and said, "Mr. Mage, are you here to buy a necklace?"
Roland nodded.
"Then please take a seat."
After Roland sat down, the maid stood before Roland respectfully and asked, "May I ask how old the wearer of the necklace is?"
"About fifteen."
"What about their race?"
"Catgirl."
"Gender."
"Female!"
After a brief shock, the maid said, "You're truly lucky, sir. Catgirls are rare enough. I didn't know that you had a female one."
Was there a saying about female anchors?
Roland was slightly confused, but he remained calm on the surface, as if having a female catgirl was nothing out of the ordinary.
The maid took a deep breath and asked again, "Then what level of the necklace do you want, sir?"
"What's the meaning of that?"
"The higher the level of the necklace, the more important the slave is to you. Normal people wouldn't dare to mess with it."
Roland got it. To put it bluntly, it was a display of wealth and identity, sort of an advertisement and deterrence.
It was to tell other people that the slave's owner was very wealthy and possibly powerful, and that they shouldn't mess with him.
"Then let's have the highest level."
"Got it."
Noting down Roland's request, the maid slightly bowed and said, "Sir, please wait a moment. We'll give you the necklace after we finish recording it."
"How much is it?"
The maid lowered her head. "Ten gold coins."
That was so expensive!
Roland frowned, but he still took out all the gold coins and gave them to the maid.
The maid held the gold coins with both hands and slowly stepped back with her head lowered.
About ten minutes later, the maid came back with a black wooden tray, on which a necklace made of pure gold and silver was placed. There was also a key next to it.
The necklace was carved with magic stripes, and so was the key.
It was obviously a magic item. No wonder it was so expensive.
"This is the necklace and the key. Please accept them, sir."
Roland put the necklace and the key into his Backpack and returned to the manor.
The catgirl squatted before the stone building and stared at the clouds in the sky in a daze.
She jumped to her feet when she heard Roland's voice.
Roland looked at the necklace and walked in.
The magic array on the necklace was very interesting. Roland could understand some of the nodes, but most of them were encrypted in special ways. He couldn't understand what they were for.
Roland stopped before the stone building and looked at the catgirl. He gave the key and the necklace to her and said, "You can wear it. You can keep the key, too. Don't lose it. I'm told that there's only one."
The catgirl looked at the white necklace in her hands and swallowed. "A silver necklace. Master Mage, why are you … Thank you!"
Marilyn raised her head. Her green eyes were brighter and brighter.
Roland didn't know what the silver necklace meant to the catgirl. He only wanted to continue his magic studies.
In the Council of Elders, Murphy slapped the blueprint of the self-exploding fireball on the table in front of everybody else.
He said solemnly, "I tried this spell last night. It's very powerful."
"It's just a level-two spell. Is it necessary? You're wasting your only proposal this year. "
"Not just one year, I'm willing to waste my proposal for ten years. Now, as the convener of the meeting, I'm forcing every one of you to read the blueprint. Do you understand?"
The few elders looked at Murphy in confusion. In the end, they didn't say anything. The elder closest to the blueprint picked it up.
"Let's see what it is that can make you so shocked …"
The elder read it for a while and immediately shut up. He became more and more solemn.
After about five minutes, he slammed the table and said, "Interesting. The combination of these nodes is simply a stroke of genius. There's not a trace of redundancy. All the nodes have their own effects, and they affect each other."
"Let me see it."
The elder closest to this person on the left snatched the blueprint. After a while, his expression was the same as the elder from before. He was pleasantly surprised.
Shua!
The blueprint was snatched by another person, and it was snatched by another person after only a few minutes.
Twenty minutes later, the blueprint was finally in the hands of the Great Elder Alfred.
After reading it carefully for five minutes, he subconsciously pinched his nose and closed his eyes for a moment, before he said, "What an impressive boy."
"So, Great Elder, activate the Talent Migration Plan. We have to kidnap Roland to Fareins even if we have to do it by force, or we'll destroy him."
The Great Elder, who had been pinching his nose in distress, said, "About Roland, the people I sent out earlier have sent back the intelligence. It's very tricky. We can only appease this boy gently and not by force. "
"Why?" asked Murphy in confusion.
"Because they're Golden Sons." Alfred sighed. "A new, troublesome race?"
The elders looked at each other in bewilderment. They had never heard of the term before.
"This is Roland's intelligence." Alfred threw out a small notebook and then a larger one. "This is the general intelligence on the entire group of Golden Sons. Take a look."
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