This was the center of the entire banquet venue, and everything that happened would be noticed by others.
Many guests noticed that Alfred had brought a man and a woman, and after they chatted for a while in front of the First Princess, the atmosphere suddenly changed.
There was an instant silence.
It was as if something unbelievable had happened.
They even saw many big shots take a step back in unison.
What happened?
At the center of everyone's attention, the expressions of several key figures were rather strange.
The First Princess's face was livid, but there seemed to be a little expectation.
Alfred, on the other hand, was all smiles and didn't seem to have any objections.
The big shots around them, after the surprise, focused and waited for things to develop.
To put it bluntly, they were just watching the show.
Andonara, smiling sweetly, was already walking forward.
Roland said he was going to beat her up, so she naturally had to do it.
The First Princess subconsciously stepped back, and then two young nobles suddenly stood in front of the First Princess.
Even though it was a seemingly harmless banquet, as a member of the royal family, there were still protectors hidden in the crowd.
But Andonara took a step forward, and with two thuds, the two young men fell to their knees, clutching their abdomens, and retched hard.
Andonara's attack was so fast that only a few people managed to see her movements clearly.
The First Princess's face turned a little pale, and she took another step back.
She couldn't beat Andonara a few years ago, and naturally she couldn't beat her now.
Just as Andonara was about to strike, Alfred suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed, and a light blue barrier protected the First Princess.
Looking at the blue barrier, Stephanie breathed a sigh of relief. She finally felt some sense of security, then nodded slightly to Alfred in thanks.
Andonara looked at Roland.
After all, it was a spell cast by a Legendary Mage, and this barrier was a bit hard. She couldn't break through it with her bare hands, so she had to use her sword.
However, her sword was in Roland's Backpack.
Roland looked at Alfred and asked with a smile, "Mentor, do you mean you don't want me to beat her up?"
"Give me some face." Alfred sighed. "She's somewhat related to me by blood after all, and I can't just watch her lose all face."
Roland nodded. "Then can I leave the banquet?"
Although Alfred wasn't his direct mentor, Roland would occasionally see him and ask him about things he didn't understand about magic.
Besides, he had taken good care of Roland, so he had to listen to him no matter what.
"Whatever," Alfred shrugged and said indifferently.
In his opinion, First Princess Stephanie was not as important as Roland.
Although she did have a good chance to become the future king of Fareins, that was if the Church of Light and the Association of Mages didn't get involved.
Stephanie was indeed a rather capable person among the younger generation of the royal family, but there were a few princes who weren't bad either, except that they started late, so they had been suppressed.
If someone could help them lift the rocks off their bodies, they might be able to stand at the same height as Stephanie.
Roland, on the other hand, was different. Mages were a profession that relied heavily on talent. It would be good if there was one, and a talented Mage like Roland might not even appear in ten million people.
The First Princess and the Queen were not as important as a powerful and innovative Mage.
With such a Mage staying in the Fareins Kingdom, as long as he reached the Legendary level, the Mage's lifespan would be at least more than two hundred years, and the entire Fareins Kingdom would be safe for more than a hundred years.
With Alfred's permission, Roland turned and left, and Andonara followed.
Stephanie stayed in the blue circular barrier, watching Andonara's receding figure, slightly pursing her full red lips.
After leaving the corner of the palace, Roland took Andonara to the night market in the capital before returning to the Association of Mages.
He didn't know that because of him, the banquet hosted by the First Princess had ended a lot earlier this time.
Roland returned to the dormitory the Association of Mages had prepared for him, and Andonara was busy making dinner. The two of them had thought that they would be able to eat their fill at the banquet, but they didn't expect to come out again less than ten minutes after they went in.
Also, they didn't want to entertain him in places like taverns, mainly because Andonara felt that, as Roland's woman, she had to take care of him when he didn't have any servants. That was the duty of a wife.
Roland, on the other hand, sat at his desk and continued to derive magic data using the notepad function that came with the system.
As his level increased, as his understanding of magic knowledge and concepts increased, some of his previous ideas were outdated, and a lot of the data had to be updated according to the attributes of the character at his current level.
Fixing the database.
Mages were such a profession that had to keep up with the times.
They relied mainly on data, unlike Warriors, Assassins, and Archers, who relied more on experience and intuition.
He began to practice his Inferior Fireball again. After three months of study in the Red Magic Tower, his understanding of the magic elements and how to use them had improved significantly.
Some of the previous nodes could be modified.
And the capacity limit of this spell could be increased a little.
Moving some nodes slightly away from their current positions, and with the increase in capacity, Roland added three more small nodes of his own accord.
If the spell model was compared to a precise circuit board, then these three extra nodes were used to increase the current output.
To put it simply, the explosion was more powerful.
Inferior Fireball was Roland's signature and his trump card. He put more energy into this spell than all the other spells combined.
In other words, this spell alone took up about half of the total time that Roland usually spent optimizing spells.
It didn't seem cost-effective, but in fact, everything he did was worth it.
Roland had previously uploaded the spell Inferior Fireball to the forum, and then it was sacrificed to the Goddess of Magic by other players who had no bottom line.
However, the Goddess of Magic quickly took back the spell, and at the same time seemed to realize that the creator of this spell was probably Roland.
Compared with the first version of Inferior Fireball at that time, the Inferior Fireball that had been optimized several times now, regardless of the character's level, equipment, or talents, was increased by at least twenty percent in terms of the speed of magic power input, ballistic flight speed, temperature of the flames, and even the range of the explosion.
This was a great improvement. If one counted the increase in the power of spells brought about by Roland's increase in level, the bonus of talents, and so on, now that he was wearing a full set of Regeneration Devices, a full-powered Inferior Fireball could almost cover the entire football field.
In other words, he could already be considered a Cannon Mage in the truest sense.
Even at this level, Roland still felt that the spell model of Inferior Fireball could be further optimized.
Mordenkainen's signature spell was Mage's Disjunction, Melf's signature spell was Low-Level God-Slaying, and Mystra's signature spell was Mystra's Mansion.
Then, Roland felt that his signature spell should be Inferior Fireball.
He looked at the spell model of Inferior Fireball over and over again while listing the data on the side and deriving to see if there was a better optimization plan.
Very soon, Andonara had dinner ready.
Roland sat at the table and instinctively stuffed white bread into his mouth, but his eyes were unfocused, a sign that he was thinking hard.
Andonara sat across from him and didn't mind.
For a vine-like little woman like her, she would be happy as long as a man stayed by her side.
It didn't matter if he didn't talk much and didn't know how to coax people.
Just as the two of them were about to finish dinner, there was a knock on the door.
Roland snapped out of his thoughts and went to open the door, only to find Alfred standing outside.
"Hmm? Great Elder, I'm having dinner here, would you like to come in and have some? " Roland opened the door and made an inviting gesture. "I presume you didn't eat anything at the banquet."
Alfred waved his hand gently. "No, I'm old and can't eat too much, or my stomach will get upset."
"Then come in and have a seat."
Alfred continued to shake his head. "I won't disturb your private time any longer. I'm just here to tell you not to worry too much about what the First Princess said, and don't worry about her. The Association of Mages, as well as the Red Magic Tower, are on your side. As long as you think you're doing the right thing, go ahead and do it. If something really happens, we'll cover for you. "
Roland froze for a moment. He was quite touched, but at the same time, he was a little puzzled. "The First Princess Stephanie should be a powerful figure in the royal family. Is it good for the Magic Tower to offend her for a nobody like me?"
"A nobody?" Alfred laughed. "You underestimate yourself. Enjoy your travel in Fareins, don't have any psychological burdens, and have a good rest."
After leaving such a sentence, Alfred slowly left.
Roland closed the door, returned to his room, and finished the rest of his dinner.
Andonara cleaned up the dishes virtuously, and at this moment, there was another knock on the door.
Roland thought that Alfred had returned after leaving, and he had something else to tell him.
After all, he had just arrived in Fareins and didn't know any friends.
But when he opened the door, he found two mysterious people in white robes with their heads covered by big white hoods standing outside.
Roland's eyes fell on the mysterious person in front and he asked in confusion, "May I ask who you are?"
Both mysterious people slightly raised their hoods, and their faces were briefly revealed before they disappeared into the shadows again.
It was the First Princess Stephanie.
And Sharon.
"It's me." Stephanie's voice sounded quite kind, completely different from the aggressive situation not long ago. "After you left, I thought for a long time and knew that I was disloyal and did something wrong, so I came to apologize to you and to Andonara … Sir, won't you invite us to sit in the opposite room? I'll attract more attention if I stand here dressed like this."
Roland thought for a moment, stepped aside, and after the two of them entered the room, he gently closed the door.
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