In fact, Roland could more or less understand the shock and anger of the old king of Hollevin at the time.
Fareins was the most powerful country in the world, and if one had to find a comparison, it would be the gap between a beautiful country and a small African country.
It was already a great honor for them to send a princess to your wedding.
But you, on the other hand, were almost beaten to tears after a few sarcastic words.
Who else would the old king lock up in a small dark room if not you?
It was probably because of this that the old king felt that Andonara's temper needed to be tempered.
But Andonara was born insecure, and as the old king slowly "tempered" her, her heart gradually grew cold toward her husband.
In the end, Roland intervened and easily pulled her away.
In any case, the fact that Andonara beat up the First Princess of Fareins back then was truly a shocking act.
Sharon looked at Andonara with some admiration. "At first, the First Princess had a problem with you, and after she returned home, she would talk about you from time to time. She still believed that women should be strong and independent. It wasn't until later when she got married that she often quarreled with her husband because she was too domineering, and in the end, the two of them were almost like fire and water. At that time, she occasionally told me in private that she felt that being weaker like you might be the way to get along as a husband and wife. "
Hearing this, Andonara shook her head. "I couldn't either, and my life with the old king wasn't happy either. But fortunately, I met Roland. "
With that said, Andonara looked at Roland affectionately.
Sharon looked at Roland for a while longer, then she continued to say to Andonara, "Now that you've come to Fareins, are you interested in meeting the First Princess? I'm sure she'll be happy to see you."
Andonara froze for a moment. "I almost beat her to tears. It would be strange if she didn't hate me."
"The First Princess is not the kind of person who would seek revenge for the smallest grievance." Sharon smiled. "If she saw you, she would be very happy. After all, the First Princess now needs a friend who can talk to her as an equal without making her feel threatened or treated as an enemy. "
Andonara shook her head. She had been in the royal family for several years and knew too well how petty the so-called royals of the Hollevin royal family were. Not to mention getting beaten up, even if you accidentally bumped into them, they would retaliate as long as they found a chance.
The members of the Fareins royal family were probably the same.
Sharon didn't think much of it. She had guessed that Andonara would refuse.
Then she dropped the subject and talked about some interesting things happening in the capital of Fareins.
For example, the open and veiled strife between several dukes, or the rumors that a certain noble's youngest son was not his biological son, and so on.
In essence, the life of a noble was no different from that of the countryside.
The wives of the farmers stood at the edge of the fields, holding hoes and manure forks as they talked about the effects of the waxing and waning seasons on their crops.
The nobles sat in their luxurious houses, holding their elegant cups with their orchid fingers, talking about killing and f * cking, deciding the ownership of benefits amidst their laughter.
Apart from identity and status, at the core, the two were exactly the same.
That wasn't what Roland wanted to hear. He wanted to know more about the number of magic materials in the Association of Mages in Fareins, and which materials were cheaper and which were more expensive than in Hollevin.
Then, what was the Magic Association's education policy?
He could learn from it and see if he could use it in his own magic school.
But Sharon simply didn't talk about those things. She simply talked to Andonara about the scandals of the nobles.
Andonara listened with great interest.
Sigh.
Roland couldn't help but sigh inwardly. Everything about Andonara was good, except that her personality was really no different from that of an ordinary noble lady.
She liked this kind of gossip.
She didn't seem like a powerful female Warrior who had reached the Legendary level at all.
Roland tapped the table twice with his finger, making a faint sound, interrupting the conversation between the two, then said, "Anna, you talk to Ms. Sharon for a while. I'll take a walk nearby and see if there's anything else I can look at."
Andonara nodded. She knew her man's personality, and he really wasn't interested in these things.
After Roland left, Sharon said somewhat uneasily, "Is Mr. Roland upset that I neglected him?"
"It's okay. He has a good personality and won't get angry over such a small thing." Andonara smiled. "The happiest thing that happened to me right now is to meet him."
Looking at Andonara's happy expression, Sharon somehow felt a little jealous, because she could tell that Andonara wasn't pretending.
She thought of her man, a live-in son-in-law who knew nothing and couldn't do anything, but liked to take action against her maid.
Now she had three illegitimate children, and she was considering whether or not to drown them.
After Roland left the pastry shop, he walked casually nearby.
Apart from some shops, there were other open spaces where Mages gathered in twos and threes, talking about magic.
Roland walked past groups of gathered Mages, and from the occasional statements he heard, he found that these Mages' theoretical knowledge was quite solid, and when they discussed, they were all quoting classics. The Mages of Hollevin were indeed not as good as they were.
He walked back to the magic fountain again, because the design of this fountain was quite interesting.
Siphoning was ubiquitous in nature, and it wasn't a profound principle, but it was quite interesting to apply the siphoning principle to the flow of magic power.
Roland had also tried this application, but pure magic power wasn't affected by atmospheric pressure, which meant that under normal circumstances, the flow of magic power couldn't produce siphoning.
How did this person do it?
Roland had come here to see how the magic power fountain worked.
It would be even better if he could secretly dismantle this magic fountain!
As a result, as soon as he got here, he saw three young Mages standing next to it.
They were discussing the theoretical knowledge of magic.
As they talked, they got into an argument.
"As I said, wind elemental magic is essentially the manipulation of air currents, and it should be force field magic, not evocation magic, because it's not a conversion of magical elemental energy, just the flow of energy." The young man with short black hair roared, "Wind magic should be placed in force fields, not in evocation."
"But this is the decision of the Legendary Mages." The young man with short blond hair and a gray magic robe said disdainfully, "Who do you think you are to overturn the decision of the Legendary Mages?"
Another young man with brown hair nodded and said, "That's right, Menon-Brice, don't think that just because people praise you as a genius, you really think of yourself as an omniscient, omniscient sage. No matter how good you are, can you be better than the Legendary Mages? "
The black-haired young man sneered. "Why, the Legendary Mages can overturn some of Mordenkainen's and Melf's theories and say they're wrong, but are their theories completely right? According to you, I can't say that the Legendary Mages are wrong because I'm not famous enough and relatively weak. Then why can they say that Mordenkainen and Melf are wrong! "
This!
Using a spear to attack a shield.
The other two were immediately speechless.
One of the blond young men snorted. "Brice, I don't want to argue with you. You should know that no matter how talented you are, your ideas and ideals are completely off the right track. Magic was not meant to be used for these miscellaneous toys to please women and children. A magic fountain, what a ridiculous thing. Magic should be used to deter the enemy and change the structure of the world. You're too petty. If you don't change your mind one day, you can only sit at the bottom of a well and look up at the stars, never able to jump out. The three of us grew up together and progressed together, and we don't want you to deviate from the right path of Mages and get further and further away from us. I hope you can lead the two of us forward again. "
"Let's go."
The two young men left, leaving only the black-haired young man standing next to the magic fountain.
Roland walked over and asked, "Is this magic fountain your work?"
The black-haired young man was deep in thought when Roland suddenly spoke, startling him. He then sized up Roland and asked, "A friend from outside?"
"Can't it be a new student here?"
The black-haired young man smiled confidently. "New students can only come in after a year. Besides, I have a good memory. There are a total of 13,274 people in the entire Association of Mages, including the servants. Everyone's appearance is imprinted in my mind, but you're not."
This memory is a bit sick, isn't it?
Roland didn't know if this man was bluffing him, but he might as well take it seriously. He praised, "What a genius. With this memory, you'll definitely get twice the result with half the effort in learning anything."
"Not bad." The black-haired young man sized up Roland for a moment. "Can you show me your identity? There have been a lot of spies in the Association of Mages recently."
As he spoke, Roland sensed that the black-haired young man, Melen-Brice, was already surrounded by extremely obscure magical fluctuations, and the magic was one step away from taking shape.
Roland took the blue card out of his pocket and shook it.
Menon relaxed.
The obscure magical fluctuations also disappeared.
"Friend, may I ask where you're from and what's your name?" Menon didn't have much interest in Roland. Most of his mind was still thinking about what his friend had just said.
Roland smiled and said, "Roland, from Hollevin, a Golden Son."
Menon's eyes lit up at once. "Golden Son? The rumored immortal Golden Sons aren't fake, are they? "
Roland was a little surprised. "Are people pretending to be us?"
"Yes." Menon nodded vigorously. "Immortality is a terrible characteristic, and most people don't want to offend you, so some people want to use this to achieve some purpose, such as threatening others before a battle. But a fake is a fake, and you can test it out with a test. "
"How?"
"A gold coin for a small piece of your flesh." Menon's eyes seemed to glow. "I want to study your flesh and see how it's different from us ordinary people. My family isn't very rich, so I can only offer one gold coin, which is almost all my savings. "
This young man … was a research maniac.
Roland was immediately interested. "It's fine to give you a piece of flesh, but I don't want gold coins."
"Then what do you want?"
Roland pointed to the magic fountain next to him. "What's the principle of how this thing works, I want to know, do you want to trade?"
"Yes, of course! It seems that you're also a person who loves to study the nature of magic … Wait! " Menon suddenly thought of something. "Roland, that's a familiar name, let me search my memory … Hmm? Oil-making and water-making? "
Menon showed a sense of fanatical excitement at seeing a kindred spirit.
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