Many players liked to snatch food from a tiger's mouth. The more exciting, the better.
Roland actually quite liked it too.
But that was if he and his teammates were all players and could be resurrected.
He didn't want to drag a cat girl, Marilyn, along with him.
So, he asked the catgirl to go first.
Marilyn wasn't good at anything else, but she was really good at running away.
After a few laps on the street, she suddenly disappeared in the crowd.
The stalkers were human beings, and they couldn't locate her by smell.
Also, in a place with so many pedestrians, restaurants, and spice stalls everywhere, the smell was too strong and pungent. Even if the vulpera came, their noses wouldn't be able to detect anything.
As Marilyn disappeared, both trackers returned to the hotel and met with the other three watchers who were watching Roland.
Judging from their unhurried attitude, their main target of surveillance should be him.
Roland saw them through the magic spiders and knew where they were.
If they stopped them, Roland would leave on his own. Many players liked to snatch food from a tiger's mouth. The more exciting, the better.
Roland actually liked it, too.
But that was on the premise that he and his teammates were all players and could be resurrected.
He didn't want to drag a cat girl, Marilyn, along with him.
So, he asked the catgirl to go first.
Marilyn wasn't good at anything else, but she was really good at running away.
After a few laps on the street, she suddenly disappeared in the crowd.
The stalkers were human beings, and they couldn't locate her by smell.
Also, in a place with so many pedestrians, restaurants, and spice stalls everywhere, the smell was too strong and pungent. Even if the vulpera came, their noses wouldn't be able to detect anything.
As Marilyn disappeared, both trackers returned to the hotel and met with the other three watchers who were watching Roland.
Judging from their unhurried attitude, their main target of surveillance should be him.
Roland saw them through the magic spiders and knew where they were.
If they stopped them, Roland would leave on his own.
For a real Mage, it was too easy to fake that he didn't leave.
Roland lit the candles in the hotel and cast his shadow on the window. After a while, he crouched down, and a magic puppet rose from its previous position, casting a new shadow on the window.
Roland, on the other hand, squatted and quietly opened the door. Then, he climbed to the roof of the hotel.
These people were only watching him from outside the hotel. As long as he did not leave the hotel through the front door or the back door, they would not follow him.
Nobody was on the roof. Roland cast Feather Landing on himself to reduce his weight.
Then, he exerted a little strength and played the role of a thief or an assassin, leaping over the roofs and vaulting over the walls.
Of course, he was running on rooftops with uneven heights, so his speed was slower than a thief's, but he could still make some noise.
Due to the limited field of vision and the shadow of the magic puppet on the window, none of the watchers noticed him as he walked towards the city gate from the rooftop on the street.
It was not until he was nearly half a kilometer away from the hotel that Roland jumped from a roof that was more than ten meters high into a relatively dark street. Then, he changed his clothes and slowly walked towards the city gate.
At this time, the city gate was still open.
In fact, it would have been faster to use Teleportation or Teleportation, but this was the Spatial Magic Tower, where there were several Legendary Mages who specialized in spatial magic. If he rashly used spatial magic, the spatial fluctuations would likely alarm them, so Roland simply did not use spatial magic.
Roland paid a copper coin and left the city.
Before he left the city, the city guard kindly advised him that it was easy to freeze to death in the sand outside if he left the city at night without sufficient preparation.
Roland thanked the soldier.
After walking slowly north of the city for a short while, Marilyn, who had been waiting outside for a long time, came over from behind a hill.
She was quite happy to see Roland. She circled him twice and said, "Master, Master, are we going to use that swoosh spell to go home now?"
She was referring to Multiple Teleportation.
Roland shook his head. He turned back to look at the city behind him and said, "This is still within the Spatial Magic Tower's sphere of influence. It's still too close, and the Multiple Teleportation Magic Array is too noisy. With the strength of a Legendary Spatial Mage, as long as they sense it, they can flash over in less than a second. So, let's go on foot and wait until we're far away."
Marilyn felt a little cold. As the night grew darker, the temperature in the desert would drop rapidly. She crossed her arms and asked, "Then how far are we going to go?"
"My personal estimate is that we'll have to walk at least thirty kilometers." Roland sighed. "Alas, I shouldn't have been greedy for those four spell models."
Marilyn looked at Roland and didn't say anything.
Although werecats yearned for freedom, after years of hiding alone and the lesson she had learned some time ago, she now completely understood that it was best to listen to Roland when things were in trouble.
She wasn't very capable and inexperienced, and if she acted recklessly, she might hurt others and herself.
She blamed herself quite a lot for the death of two of her friends last time.
Occasionally, she would wake up crying at night.
After sighing, Roland confirmed the direction and walked forward with the catgirl.
It was indeed cold in the desert at night, but as a professional, Roland had a good physique and didn't feel much.
The catgirl, on the other hand, was of a low level and wasn't very strong. She shivered in the cold after walking for a while.
Roland took out a robe from his Backpack and asked her to put it on. She finally felt much better.
Without a camel, the desert was more difficult to walk on than expected.
Roland had estimated that he could cover thirty kilometers in two to three hours, but he still hadn't covered that distance in five hours.
It was almost dawn.
The catgirl had been yawning and meowing now and then.
Seeing that she was really tired, Roland thought for a moment and built a small rock square house under the sand layer. He also made a few ventilation pipes growing out of the sand layer, but in order not to let people find out that something was wrong, he also used the sand as a cover.
Hiding deep in the sand, with Roland by her side, the catgirl felt very secure. She had some food and clean water, spread a blanket on the ground, and fell asleep in no more than two minutes.
Roland, on the other hand, suppressed his magic waves to the minimum and opened the forum to surf the Internet.
In the city of Tebesia, more than twenty kilometers away, Maromatha got up early and went to find Roland and Marilyn.
But no one came out after she knocked on the door for a long time. At first, she thought that Roland and Marilyn had done something clandestine last night, and both of them were too tired to get out of bed.
But then she felt that something was wrong. After forcing the door open with magic, she found that Roland and Marilyn were not in the room, only a strange magic puppet sitting by the bed.
"What's going on?"
Maromatha found it odd. She went to the front desk of the hotel and asked the boss, who said that he saw the catgirl stay out all night after Marilyn left, and the male Mage didn't see him come down from above.
"He left?" Maromatha was quite puzzled. "The Spatial Magic Tower was so nice to him, why did he leave quietly?"
She decided to ask the elder who was in charge of reception yesterday if something had happened.
And seeing Maromatha come out with a strange expression, the few humans who had been monitoring Roland's movements immediately felt that something was wrong. They immediately went upstairs to check, only to find that there was only a magic puppet sitting in the room.
The shadow they had watched all night was the work of this magic puppet.
A sense of impending doom came over them.
On the other side, Maromatha found the elder from yesterday and asked, "Roland left. Elder, did you have some kind of conflict?"
"Roland left?" The elder's hand that was holding the book trembled, and he looked away from the paper and stared straight at Maromatha. "That's not right. We were having a good talk yesterday. Maromatha, you go back first, I still have things to take care of … Right, go find Roland when you have time. Maybe he's just playing hide-and-seek with us. "
Maromatha always felt that the elder seemed to be hiding something from her.
It was just that from her perspective, she could never have imagined that the Spatial Magic Tower would have ill intentions toward Roland.
After Maromatha left, the elder convened a meeting of the elders.
After hearing that Roland had left, the group was immediately enraged.
"That kid is an ungrateful wretch. We gave him so much, and he actually ran away."
"What do we do, should we catch him and bring him back?"
"Of course we have to catch him and bring him back. Otherwise, how can we read the magic coordinates of the alternate plane? "
At this moment, a slightly younger elder asked, "I have a question, how did Roland know that we were going to harm him?"
Everyone looked at a certain elder who had been in contact with Roland yesterday.
And this elder gently patted the table and said, "I was already very gentle when I talked to him. It shouldn't be a problem on my side."
"Then who's the problem?" someone asked. "Could it be that the people we sent to monitor him have been discovered?"
"That's possible!"
"Since Roland is already vigilant, then we don't have to spend any more effort on him. We can find other Golden Sons to train."
"But I've investigated. Right now, Roland is the strongest of the Golden Sons, and he knows our spatial magic. In a short time, if we really want to find out information about the alternate world, we really have to rely on him. "
"I also agree that Roland is an indispensable tool," said an old man with a goatee. An old man with a goatee said, "I've secretly sent someone to investigate. According to them, there is no magic in the original plane of the Golden Sons, only something called technology, but I'm told that it's very restrictive and uncomfortable."
"In any case! A magical wasteland of an alternate plane is at our mercy, won't we? The world of the Golden Sons is wonderful, and we must reverse-infer the spatial coordinates. Roland is of utmost importance. He knows spatial magic, and even if he is stubborn and refuses to tell us the spatial coordinates, we can still infer from the spatial aura that he carries. "
"Later, everyone will go out to look for Roland. He dare not teleport away with spatial magic. He's very smart, and he must be afraid that we'll detect his location, so he shouldn't have gone far."
"I'll ask the white dragon to join the search later." Sitting in the main seat, the Great Elder of the Spatial Magic Tower said, "At first, I wanted to capture Roland with the white dragon as a cover, so that the Monochrome Magic Tower would not be responsible, and we wouldn't have a conflict with the Red Magic Tower, but who knew that Roland would run away on his own."
"There are so many of you, and you can't even watch one person, and you still have the nerve to say that?"
Shouted an old man angrily.
The elders all laughed.
"Now is not the time to pursue responsibility," said the Great Elder again. The Great Elder spoke again. "Whoever captures Roland will be rewarded handsomely, such as a special spell model. Do you understand?"
A group of Legendary spatial Mages stood up.
For a real Mage, it was too easy to fake that he didn't leave the scene.
Roland first lit the candles in the hotel and projected his shadow to the window. After a while, he crouched, and a magic puppet rose from its previous position, and a new shadow was cast to the window.
Roland, on the other hand, crouched and quietly opened the door, then went to the roof of the hotel.
Those people were only watching him outside the hotel, and they wouldn't follow him as long as he didn't leave the hotel through the front door or the back door.
There was no one on the roof. Roland cast Feather Fall on himself to reduce his weight.
Then, with a little effort, he played the role of a Rogue or an Assassin, jumping on the roof and running on the walls.
Of course, he was running on the uneven roofs, and his speed was a little slower than a Rogue's, but he could still make some footsteps.
Because of the limited vision, and because the shadow of the magic puppet on the window did work, Roland walked all the way to the city gate from the roofs on the street, and none of the watchers were there.
It wasn't until he was nearly half a kilometer away from the hotel that Roland jumped from a roof more than ten meters high into a relatively dark street, then he changed his clothes and slowly walked to the city gate.
At this time, the city gate was still open.
In fact, it would have been faster to use Teleportation or Teleportation, but this was the Spatial Magic Tower, where there were several Legendary Mages who specialized in spatial magic. If he rashly used spatial magic, the spatial fluctuations were likely to alarm them, so Roland simply didn't use spatial magic.
Roland paid a copper coin as a head fee and left the city.
Before leaving the city, the soldiers guarding the city kindly advised him that it was easy to freeze to death in the sand outside if he left the city at night without sufficient preparation.
Roland expressed his gratitude to the soldier.
After walking slowly north of the city for a short while, Marilyn, who had been waiting outside for a long time, came from behind a hill.
She was quite happy to see Roland. She circled him twice and said, "Master, Master, are we going home with that swoosh spell now?"
She was referring to the multiple teleportation spell.
Roland shook his head. He turned back to look at the city behind him and said, "This is still within the Spatial Magic Tower's sphere of influence. It's still too close, and the multiple teleportation magic array is too noisy. With the strength of a Legendary Spatial Mage, as long as they sense it, they can flash over in less than a second. So, let's go on foot and wait until we're far away."
Marilyn felt a little cold. As the night grew darker, the temperature in the desert dropped rapidly. She crossed her arms and asked, "Then how far are we going to go?"
"My personal estimate is that we'll have to walk at least thirty kilometers." Roland sighed. "Alas, I shouldn't have been greedy for those four spell models."
Marilyn looked at Roland and didn't say anything.
Although werecats yearned for freedom, after years of hiding alone and the lesson she had learned a while ago, she had now completely understood that it was best to listen to Roland when she was in trouble.
She wasn't very capable and inexperienced, and if she acted recklessly, she might hurt others and herself.
She blamed herself quite a lot for the death of two of her friends last time.
Occasionally, she would wake up crying at night.
After sighing, Roland confirmed the direction and walked forward with the catgirl.
It was indeed cold in the desert at night, but Roland was a professional and had a good physique, so he didn't feel much.
The catgirl, on the other hand, was of a low level and wasn't very strong. After walking for a while, she shivered in the cold.
Roland took out a robe from his Backpack and made her put it on. She finally felt much better.
Without camels, the desert was more difficult to walk on than he imagined.
Roland had estimated that he could cover thirty kilometers in two to three hours, but he still hadn't covered that distance in five hours.
It was almost dawn.
The catgirl yawned all the time and meowed now and then.
Seeing that she was really tired, Roland thought for a moment and built a small rock square house under the sand layer. He also made a few ventilation pipes growing out of the sand layer, but in order not to let people find out that something was wrong, he also used the sand as a cover.
Hiding deep in the sand, with Roland by her side, the catgirl felt a great sense of security. She ate some dry food and clean water, spread a blanket on the ground, and fell asleep in less than two minutes.
Roland, on the other hand, suppressed his magic waves to the minimum and opened the forum to surf the Internet.
In the city of Tebesia, more than twenty kilometers away, Maromatha got up early and went to find Roland and Marilyn.
But no one came out after she knocked on the door for a long time. At first, she thought that Roland and Marilyn had done something clandestine last night, and both of them were too tired to get out of bed.
But then she felt that something was wrong. After forcing the door open with magic, she found that Roland and Marilyn weren't in the room, only a strange magic puppet sitting by the bed.
"What's going on?"
Maromatha found it a little strange. She went to the hotel's front desk and asked the boss, but the boss said that he saw the catgirl stay out all night after Marilyn left, and the male Mage didn't see him come down from above.
"He left?" Maromatha was quite puzzled. "The Spatial Magic Tower was so nice to him, why did he leave quietly?"
She decided to ask the elder who was in charge of reception yesterday if something had happened.
And seeing Maromatha come out with a strange expression, the few humans who had been monitoring Roland's movements immediately felt that something was wrong. They immediately went upstairs to check, only to find that there was only a magic puppet sitting in the room.
The shadow they had watched all night was the work of this magic puppet.
A sense of impending disaster came over them.
On the other side, Maromatha found the elder from yesterday and asked, "Roland left. Elder, did you have some kind of conflict?"
"Roland left?" The elder's hand holding the book trembled, and he looked away from the paper and stared straight at Maromatha. "That's not right. We were talking nicely yesterday. Maromatha, you go back first. I still have things to take care of … Right, go find Roland when you have time. Maybe he's just playing hide-and-seek with us. "
Maromatha had a nagging feeling that the elder seemed to be hiding some information.
It was just that from her perspective, she couldn't have imagined that the Spatial Magic Tower would have ill intentions toward Roland.
After Maromatha left, the elder convened a meeting of the elders.
After hearing that Roland had left, the group was immediately furious.
"That kid is an ungrateful wretch. We gave him so much, and he ran away."
"What do we do? Should we catch him and bring him back?"
"Of course we have to catch him and bring him back. Otherwise, how can we read the magic coordinates of an alternate plane? "
At this moment, a slightly younger elder asked, "I have a question. How did Roland know that we were going to harm him?"
Everyone looked at a certain elder who had been in contact with Roland yesterday.
And this elder gently patted the table and said, "I was already very gentle when I talked to him. It shouldn't be a problem on my side."
"Then who's the problem?" Someone asked. "Could it be that the people we sent to monitor him were discovered?"
"That's possible!"
"Since Roland is already vigilant, we don't have to spend any more effort on him. We can find other Golden Sons to train."
"But I've investigated. Right now, Roland is the strongest of the Golden Sons, and he knows our spatial magic. In a short period of time, if we really want to find out information about the alternate world, we really have to rely on him. "
"I also agree that Roland is an indispensable tool." An old man with a goatee said, "I've secretly sent someone to investigate. According to them, there is no magic in the original plane of the Golden Sons, only something called technology, but I'm told that it's very restrictive and uncomfortable."
"No matter what! Wouldn't we be able to do whatever we wanted with a magical wasteland from another plane of existence? The world of the Golden Sons is wonderful. We must reverse-infer the spatial coordinates. Roland is of utmost importance. He knows spatial magic. Even if he is stubborn and refuses to tell us the spatial coordinates, we can infer from the spatial aura that he carries. "
"Later, everyone will go out to find Roland. He dare not teleport away with spatial magic. He's very smart. He must be afraid that we'll detect his location, so he shouldn't have gone far."
"I'll ask the white dragon to join the search later." Sitting at the head of the table, the Great Elder of the Spatial Magic Tower said, "At first, I wanted to capture Roland with the white dragon as a cover, so that the Monochrome Magic Tower would not be responsible, and we wouldn't have a conflict with the Red Magic Tower. Little did I expect that Roland would run away on his own."
"There are so many of you, and you can't even keep an eye on one person. How dare you say that?"
Shouted an old man angrily.
The elders all laughed.
"Now is not the time to pursue responsibility." The Great Elder spoke again. "Capture Roland, and the captor will receive great rewards, such as special spell models. Do you understand?"
A group of Legendary spatial Mages stood up.
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