In the end, Roland still had an awkward lunch with knives and forks. Although he was very grateful to the villagers for their gifts, his conscience told him that the dishes did not taste very good. They were either overcooked, or the dishes were not right at all.
Stir-fried fish with mushrooms and steamed pheasant with tomatoes. If any restaurant dared to serve such dishes in real life, Roland would definitely flip the table, but here … he would just have to put up with it.
Also, the knives and forks were all made of wood and were very blunt, which made it even more difficult for Roland to enjoy his lunch. As a matter of fact, only the rich and the nobles could afford iron knives and forks in this game.
Even the plates were made of wood. It was not hard to imagine how low the living standards of the civilians in this world were. Roland was able to eat a balanced lunch of vegetables and vegetables, which was already the best that the elders of the three children could do.
After lunch, Roland happened to be no longer in the weakened state of resurrection. His body became light again, and even his spirit was better.
It was a very strange feeling. When he was weak, everything he saw seemed to be covered by a thin layer of gauze. Once he was out of the weak state, not only was the gauze gone, but everything he looked at had a kind of bright feeling, as if there was a highlight.
Once he felt comfortable, his mood would naturally change. Roland looked at the thatched cottage that now belonged to him with great interest. The whole cottage was about thirty square meters. Except for the few pieces of wood that were used to support the structure, everything else was made of straw. Even the floor was covered with a thick layer of straw.
The thatch was golden in color and still exuded the fragrance of being dried in the sun. In the real world, such a house would be a popular tourist attraction, but here, it was just a thatch house.
The wardrobe and the bed looked simple, made of a few simple planks. They still had the unique smell of wood.
Roland was very grateful to the villagers. It would've taken him more than a day to build the cottage, but with the help of a dozen people, it was done in only an hour.
When a person had a place to settle down, his heart would settle down. Now, Roland was not in a hurry to go to a big city. He felt that he should settle down here first, find a job to support himself, and familiarize himself with the three spells. When he could cast them, he would consider going somewhere else.
Otherwise, if he encountered something like a giant spider, he would die again.
Roland sat on the bed and rested for a while. Then, he walked to the back of the church and prepared to practice magic.
He checked the spell book in the system again and looked at the three spells that came with the character creation.
Inferior Fireball (level-one spell)
Magus Hand (Level-One Spell)
Language Proficiency (level-two spell)
Taking a deep breath, Roland cast Inferior Fireball. Just like when he used Language Proficiency, a weird spatial map appeared in his head. There were many blue nodes in it, and the starting node was larger than the other nodes. Then, it shot out a red line that connected to another blue node.
What happened next was exactly the same as when he used Language Proficiency for the first time. The red line vibrated for a while before it was cut off. However, the situation this time was much better than the last time. Roland's head didn't explode. He was alive and well, but his head hurt a little.
"This game is too realistic. It's so difficult." Roland couldn't help but complain, "Even casting a spell is so hard … How are we Mages going to survive in the future?"
While he complained, when his head was no longer painful, Roland tried the spell again, only to fail. He waited ten minutes and tried again, only to fail again.
After a dozen times, Roland's nose began to bleed, but he covered his nose and chuckled. It was true that failure was the mother of success. Although Roland still failed to cast a spell, he made an unexpected discovery.
A streak of white light suddenly appeared above Roland's head and enshrouded him. He sensed that the pain in his head was gone. He turned around, only to see that Falken, the old priest, was walking to him slowly with his back hunched.
"Thanks." Roland turned around and waved at the old man.
Falken looked at Roland while he walked forward. He seemed calm, but his mind was rolling like a surging tide. He could tell that Roland was smart and a natural-born spellcaster, but he didn't expect that Roland's growth would be beyond his expectation.
Most excellent spellcasters had to rest for more than three days after they failed to cast a spell, or their brains would be damaged because of the excruciating pain. But how many times had this young man failed just now? He watched from the beginning to the end at least fifteen times, and the young man was as energetic as before except for a minor nosebleed.
Were all the Golden Sons such monsters?
"Did you find anything?" Falken asked in a low voice, holding back his surprise.
"I know what magic power is now."
Roland extended his hand. Very soon, a bright red ball of light appeared in his hand. It was translucent and beautiful.
"Fire magic power," Falken mumbled. Falken mumbled. He was a bit envious, nostalgic, and jealous, but those feelings only appeared for a moment before they were all shattered by relief. "Knowing how to use magic power means that you're not far away from casting spells."
Roland, however, heaved a sigh and said, "There are too many magic nodes. I can't remember them even if I know how to use magic power. Also, different nodes seem to have different magic effects."
After a dozen failures, not only did Roland learn how to use magic power, but he also understood the relationship between nodes. However, the problem was that there were too many magic nodes, and it was hard to control the flow of the magic nodes, which made the spell full of variables.
Falken turned around and walked away. He didn't want to stay here anymore. What a mediocre person feared most was to see a growing genius, which would make them jealous. According to the doctrine of the Life Goddess, jealousy was a major sin.
Although Falken planned to leave, his voice still came over from far away.
"Beginners of Mages need to recite spells."
These words were like a clap of thunder that struck Roland's body, causing him to stiffen for a moment. Then, as if his head had been filled with wisdom, his mind suddenly became clear.
He picked up a wooden stick from the ground and drew four sections of the nodes on the muddy ground. He then looked at them with burning eyes and numbered each node. At first, he was happy, but then he became silent, and finally, he became angry.
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