Marilyn wandered on the street and had something to eat in a random tavern. Then, the intelligence came to her.
It was indeed impressive and unscientific.
Speaking of which, he was already a Master, and the marvelous spell, Lesser Benediction, should be on his agenda now.
The spells and techniques of the school of prophecy could be very useful for magic research and understanding as long as he studied them carefully.
He wondered if the Red Magic Tower had such spells.
If they did, could he ask the Great Elder if he was willing to sell them to him after he completed the quest?
The more he learned magic, the more he felt that he had shortcomings that needed to be fixed.
At this moment, he was more adept at evocation magic. Although he had learned some beginner spells in the other schools, he hadn't touched the advanced ones yet.
In particular, he didn't have any decent prophecy spells except for Language Proficiency, which was an ancillary spell in the school of prophecy.
Before he became a Master, Roland had always believed that the most important things for a Mage were destructive power, mobility, and ancillary abilities.
However, after he became a Master, especially after he simulated the solar system, he vaguely felt that he was wrong.
It wasn't that he was completely wrong, but that his understanding of magic was biased.
What was magic?
Transforming the impossible into the possible!
Regardless of whether it was the powerful destructive power of the elements, the mobility of teleportation, or the ability to assist others and change the terrain and weather, they were all essentially just applications of 'energy'.
They still couldn't break away from the category of mortals.
What kind of magic could really turn the impossible into the possible?
Prophecy magic.
That was the so-called causality magic.
Reversing causality. He suddenly felt that it was the essence of magic.
Destructive power, mobility, and the ability to change the terrain and the weather were just the beginners. They were the foundation of this world.
In order to reach the peak of magic, one had to study prophecy magic.
They had to study it thoroughly and understand its mechanism.
Roland estimated that the best study of prophecy magic would be the saying, "God said, let there be light."
Of course, that was just Roland's speculation.
He wouldn't know the result until he made it to that step.
Roland asked the catgirl to eat on her own. Then, he walked to the two vulpera and asked with a smile, "My vulpera friends, I would like to ask you where you met the vulpera who was capable of spatial magic.
"Sir, why are you asking that?"
The two vulpera were rather wary.
The Beastmen had always been united. This was something that couldn't be helped.
The good places were all occupied by humans, and their living environment was rather harsh. If they did not unite, they would not be able to survive.
Moreover, the Foxman Tribe was one of the more cohesive races among the Beastmen, so they were naturally displeased when a human suddenly asked them about their tribe.
Even if they were Magicians, they would not easily betray their companions.
Even in death.
Roland smiled and put two gold coins on the table. "As long as you say it, they're yours."
The purchasing power of a gold coin in this world was not just for show.
The two vulpera looked at each other, and then one of them pointed to the northeast and said in a low voice, "In the slum next to the white tower."
"Thank you both."
Roland nodded at the two vulpera and returned to his seat.
Even a race like the Elves, who were completely aloof from worldly affairs and had no pressure to survive, had their own ideologies.
Occasionally they would kill their compatriots.
Not to mention, the Orc race was united due to the pressure of survival.
The so-called unity of the foxmen was only relative, not absolute.
It was only worth one gold coin.
After he returned to his seat, Roland was not in a hurry to go there. He didn't leave until Marilyn was full.
After such a long time, the target must've left. It wouldn't make much difference if he went there earlier or later.
Besides, the catgirl could track him with her instincts. It might be more helpful if she was full.
Roland waited patiently. The catgirl ate for another half an hour and was finally full. She patted her bulging belly and said, "Ah, I'm so full."
"Then let's take a walk to digest the food." Roland stood up.
Marilyn was surprised. "Huh? Aren't you going to find a place to sleep?"
That was how cats were. They would find a place to sleep after they were full.
"You can sleep later." Roland paid the waiter and said, "Nonnegotiable."
"Okay." Marilyn's cat ears and tail both drooped.
However, a cat was a lively cat after all. Although she was reluctant at first, she was refreshed after walking on the street for a while.
Roland asked a passerby on the road where the White Tower was, and then he walked over.
The so-called White Tower was actually made of white sand bricks mixed with the juice of a colorless plant. Then, the tower was built with the white sand bricks.
White sand was rare in the desert, and the colorless plant juice was even rarer. Therefore, this white tower was actually a very high-end and luxurious building.
It was said that it cost six hundred gold coins to build.
Roland or Betta could've built half a city with that kind of money.
They could've significantly improved the livelihood and infrastructure of the city.
What was even funnier was that there was a slum four hundred meters to the south of the White Tower.
The owner of the White Tower could see the miserable life of the poor people not far away when he opened the window every morning. Then, he felt that it was a pleasure for him.
When Roland came to the slum, he smelled an awful smell.
It was a mixture of feces and urine, mixed with a vague stink.
The kitten immediately bristled again. She covered her nose and stepped back while shaking her head at Roland.
The mysophobia in her bloodline made her unwilling to enter such a place even if she was beaten to death.
Roland wasn't in a hurry. So be it.
It was because the vulpera was a Mage, and Mages were born noble. He couldn't have stayed in such a dirty place for long.
Maybe he had already left.
The catgirl was greatly relieved to see that Roland didn't force her to go in. She didn't loosen her hands that covered her nose and mouth until she was far away. She said, "Master, why don't we find a place to stay?"
"Okay." Roland nodded. "You can choose a place based on your feelings."
To be honest, he didn't want to walk into such a dirty place even with his Magic Shield.
"Okay, okay."
The catgirl immediately led the way.
It got colder in the desert at night. The temperature would drop significantly after ten o 'clock at night.
The temperature could even drop below zero at night.
Ordinary people could easily freeze to death in such a temperature if they didn't take any measures.
Therefore, in most cases, few people were walking on the streets after eight o 'clock at night in the desert cities.
Only a few hotels would still have candles lit to attract people to come and rest.
There were very few pedestrians on the cold and cheerless street.
Marilyn walked past one hotel after another. She sniffed carefully in front of every hotel.
She was choosing a hotel that she liked and didn't smell bad.
After all, she was obsessed with cleanliness.
After almost an hour, the catgirl finally found a hotel that was alone.
It wasn't a luxurious hotel, but it looked clean.
Also, there was a kind of incense in the hotel that smelled like mint.
After they entered the hotel, a middle-aged woman greeted Roland and the catgirl uneasily.
It was a hotel run by a human being. The old woman looked at them and then at Roland. She asked, "You want a room, don't you?"
The catgirl didn't react at all. She simply looked at Roland and wagged her tail like a puppy.
But Roland shook his head. "No, two rooms."
The old woman looked at Roland in surprise, but she didn't ask further.
Since she was doing business, she didn't care what the customers wanted to do.
Besides, two rooms were more profitable than one.
Why wouldn't she fulfill their wish?
Holding the key, Roland was about to go upstairs with the catgirl. He planned to rest for the night and take the catgirl on a tour the next day. If Marilyn didn't trigger her racial talent, he would ask the Guild of Mercenaries or the Guild of Assassins to see if he could track down the vulpera.
But to his surprise, when they were going upstairs, they saw a man in a gray robe coming down the stairs.
The man's face was hidden in a black hood and couldn't be seen clearly.
The moment the two sides crossed each other, Roland's body suddenly paused, and he turned his head to ask the gray-robed man, "Spatial magic? My friend, can I see what you look like? "
The man's magic power was concealed very well, but they were too close to each other at the stairs.
Besides, Roland's mental senses were quite keen. He still detected the nature of the man's magic power.
Hearing Roland's words, the grey-robed man was stunned. He didn't say anything and turned around to point at Roland.
Subconsciously, Roland established a magic shield and shielded Marilyn behind him.
A strange whirlwind burst out of the man's finger and hit Roland's Magic Shield.
Although Roland was forced to take two steps back, it did not actually cause any harm to Roland.
The tornado was blocked by the magic shield.
Seeing that, the man in gray knew that Roland was very strong.
He immediately turned around and jumped down the stairs, before he ran away.
But Roland couldn't let him go. You can cast spells instantly, but I can too.
Roland snapped his fingers, and a wall of sand was immediately erected before the door.
Seeing that, the Mage took out a staff out of nowhere and pointed it at Roland, before he roared, "Human, mind your own business …"
The spatial magic power on him was seething.
But at this moment, a dozen transparent, enormous chains suddenly emerged from the void and stabbed into the ground next to Roland and the man in gray.
Seeing this, the grey-robed man's body visibly trembled.
Then, he said in a hoarse voice, "Are you … Dimensional Anchors?"
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