Roland wasn't too surprised.
Vincent's post said that Andonara had only killed one Legend, and the other Legend had escaped.
Several Magic Towers had special means of magical communication, which were expensive and not used easily, but after the escaped Legend returned, it was no problem to use magical communication to contact Morton and explain the situation.
Roland couldn't keep up the pretense, and he smiled. "Mr. Morton, did something happen between us?"
"You're still pretending?" Morton's face grew gloomier, and his eyes became murderous, as if he was about to devour someone.
Marilyn hid behind Roland in fright.
She was just a little scout cat and couldn't stand the aura of a Legendary big shot.
Roland, on the other hand, looked puzzled. "But … didn't Mr. Morton say in front of our Great Elder a few days ago that nothing had happened between you and me?"
Morton froze, and his aura deflated quite a bit.
Indeed, just three or four days ago, he had played dumb in front of Alfred and refused to admit what he had done.
And now the tables had turned, and it was Roland's turn to play dumb.
He laughed angrily, then looked at Roland and growled in a low voice, "Very well, very well, you dared to set me up."
Now Morton understood that he had been completely tricked.
He thought he was here to keep an eye on Roland.
But in reality, it was Roland who was here watching him.
The relationship between the two sides had been completely reversed.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he got, and the magic around him was condensing, ready to attack.
Even if he couldn't kill Roland, it would be good to kill the kitten next to him.
But at this moment, there was a spatial fluctuation, and Alfred teleported over with four elders.
Although not specialized in spatial magic, these Legends could still teleport and teleport.
The five of them surrounded Morton at once.
Morton looked at the five Legends surrounding him and said coldly, "Alfred, what do you mean by this? Are you really going to keep me here for Roland, a Master-level apprentice? Aren't you afraid that the other Magic Towers will have a problem with you? "
"Well, what are you talking about?" Alfred's expression was quite happy as he said with a smile, "When did I say such a thing? Haven't we always had a good relationship? Nothing happened between us. Isn't that what you said a few days ago? "
One of the most disgusting things about humans was having their own methods used on them.
Now Morton felt disgusted, but he had to endure it and pretend to be calm as he asked, "Then what do you mean by this? Are you going to put me under house arrest? "
"No, I just have something to discuss with you." Alfred stretched out his hand heroically and said, "Please come with us. Is it something important?"
At this moment, Morton didn't know that a large number of Golden Sons had gathered outside Tebesia.
He thought that Barnard was the only one who died under Roland's ambush.
But even so, the loss of a Legend was enough for the Spatial Magic Tower and enough for Morton to feel heartache for a long time.
Because he didn't know, he chose to stay in the Red Magic Tower for a while to see if there was any chance.
Roland had what he wanted.
It was a brand new plane. It was not a plane filled with experts like the Immortal Realm or the Devil Realm. Instead, it was a place filled with sunlight, forests, and water. Although it was a magic-free or low-magic plane, it wasn't a problem for the Spatial Magic Tower.
At worst, they could build a spatial passage and extract a portion of the magic from the main plane into that world.
And the Golden Sons had the secret of immortality, and this secret was bound to be in their plane. In any case, as a Legend, as a non-believer who might die in thirty or forty years, he was afraid that after death, he would be dragged by the Nether God to hang on the Wall of the Faithless to be blown by the wind.
In order to avoid this situation, immortality was the best way.
Only when there was really no other way would he transform into an undead lich.
Morton followed Alfred and the others away, and before leaving, he stared fiercely at Roland for a moment.
Like a fierce tiger about to devour someone.
Roland raised his head slightly, his eyes half-narrowed, and looked at him with a provocative attitude.
In the end, it was Morton who looked away first.
And Roland watched the other leave, and when he was out of sight, he took the catgirl back to the manor, told her not to come out at will, and then teleported to Delpon.
In the distance, Morton suddenly turned back and looked in the direction of Roland's manor.
As the strongest spatial mage in the main plane, he could certainly feel the fluctuations when Roland teleported away.
Where was Roland going from here?
His eyes looked erratic.
Alfred walked in front and suddenly turned back and said, "Morton, you're so old that your brain has gone silly, and there's no reason to do things anymore."
"What do you mean?" Morton looked at the other man coldly.
He was annoyed and even hated Alfred now.
If it weren't for his obstruction, Roland wouldn't have been able to stay in the Red Magic Tower at all, and he could easily have taken Roland back. When the time came, he could do whatever he wanted with him.
"Do you think we don't know what Roland, a Golden Son, represents?" Alfred looked at the other man with a smile. "A new plane, the temptation of immortality, do you think we can't see it?"
Morton's expression changed drastically. "Then why are you still obstructing me?"
"We've investigated the Golden Sons in all aspects, and we've even invited another Golden Son to study at our Magic Tower in addition to Roland," Alfred said indifferently. Alfred said casually, "After our evaluation for a while, the Golden Sons are generally arrogant."
"Hehe, immortality, anyone would be arrogant. The elves just live a little longer, but they're so arrogant. "
Alfred shook his head. "So, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to drag your Monochrome Magic Tower's intelligence department all into a pool of magma and soak them into dregs. You actually acted without investigating anything clearly. You're even more of a fool. "
"I can't pretend I didn't hear that." Morton looked at the other man coldly.
They were all Great Elders of the same Magic Tower, and their statuses were equal.
Now the other man was condescendingly reprimanding him for being foolish.
It was like an elder reprimanding a child. How could this be tolerated?
If Alfred didn't give a suitable reason, he would fight right now.
Although a single Mage's Disjunction couldn't kill anyone, it could at least limit the strength of a few Legends around him.
He could leave calmly.
"We at the Red Magic Tower have thoroughly investigated the Golden Sons, from their group personalities to their habits, worldviews, and even general hobbies," Alfred chuckled. Alfred chuckled. "Then we came to the conclusion that although the plane of the Golden Sons is a magic-free plane, all of them are scholars."
Morton's eyes widened in surprise.
"This group of people has gone through at least twelve years of systematic education," Alfred sighed. "It's said that the better ones have had more than twenty years of systematic education."
Morton roared, "That's impossible! You're also of noble birth, don't you know how much resources it takes to train a scholar? They're not much worse than us Mages. "
"I know," Alfred said disappointedly, "but it's true. All of them are literate and understand their own language. And having only been in this world for a year or two, many of them have already mastered Hollevin and write very fluently, even better than most nobles. "
Morton clenched his hands. "That's impossible. How can a world be full of scholars?"
"It can't be said to be full of scholars. After they finish their studies, they divide up the work, some become businessmen, some become architects. But it's true that everyone has a foundation as a scholar. Our intelligence department worked hard to find out, and the information we got was that each of their children would be forced to study by state agencies when they were about six years old, and if their parents didn't, then their parents would be held accountable. "
"Could it be that the children of the poor are also forced to study? Rich? "
"Yes!" Alfred nodded. "Because most of the resources they spend on their studies are paid for by the state, and individual families only have to pay a small portion. Even the poor can afford it, and can even take interest-free loans to study."
Morton was silent.
Alfred continued, "You don't have to believe me, but this is indeed information that our Red Magic Tower has found out."
"I don't believe it."
"It doesn't matter if you believe it or not. The Golden Son Mages learn magic in one day as much as our students in three days, and they can even infer many things from one instance. You can also recruit a few Golden Sons from the Spatial Magic Tower as students, and it'll be clear. " Alfred thought for a moment and continued, "By the way, the Golden Sons have built a city of their own in Wetland City in Hollevin, and if you want to know more about them, you can go there and take a look. I'll send you the coordinates with a mental message. "
Morton took over the coordinates, checked them first, and found that they were indeed on land on the main plane, not some alien plane or something, then said, "I'll go take a look now. I hope you're not lying to me."
"I swear by the truth of magic that it is indeed a city built by the Golden Sons," Alfred said very seriously.
A Mage's mental vow didn't need to be confirmed by a divine witness, and it would be clear at a glance as long as the mental power was displayed.
If it was a lie, there would be a change in the mental power.
"I'll go take a look now."
Completely parsing this new magic coordinate, Morton teleported away with a whoosh.
There were only a few spots of magic left in the air.
Then Alfred, as well as several other elders, all revealed smug smiles.
Quickly passing through a dark secret passage, the view suddenly brightened.
Morton was about to vomit at the sight of the long-distance teleportation.
He was floating in the air at this moment, and before his eyes was a huge square-shaped city.
Although many places were not yet built, the traffic roads had been done quite perfectly.
There were sixteen main roads, eight horizontal and eight vertical, each one extremely spacious.
And next to the main road, there were many small streets, extending in all directions.
And outside the city, there were many wooden bird-like things taking off.
He drifted down slowly, and before he landed, he suddenly saw a lot of Golden Sons below suddenly raise their heads.
At this point, he was only a dozen meters above the ground.
He could see the expressions of these Golden Sons first consternation, then ecstasy.
They drew their weapons from their Backpacks almost at the same time.
"Holy shit, Wetland City has spawned another boss, a boss with a dark red name."
"Don't just stand there, whoever has a Dimensional Anchor, throw it over first, don't let him teleport away like that black angel last time. Find me for reimbursement afterward. I'm Moogle, the logistics minister of Fatter Cat. "
Then in an instant, a dozen Dimensional Anchor scrolls were thrown out, blocking Morton from front and back.
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