Just as Bard had said, their audit efficiency was now quite high.
Roland showed the derivative models of Hand of Magic, performed several derivative effects of Hand of Magic, and explained the mechanism, and passed the review.
It took no more than an hour.
Then, Bard gestured for Roland to talk to him alone.
In the study, Bard sat on Roland's opposite side. He sat upright and even solemnly.
Roland looked at Bard and found that he looked tired and had dark circles under his eyes.
It seemed that he didn't sleep well last night.
"This world is changing so fast that it catches people off guard." Bard looked into Roland's eyes and said slowly, "There's no news about the Golden Sons in the capital, probably because no Golden Sons have arrived there. But I assume that similar news must've reached the ears of the noble families. "
Roland slightly raised his eyebrows. He didn't understand what Bard meant by that.
"If I want to recruit you and make you a Respected Mage in my family, would you be willing?"
Roland was stunned. "That's too sudden. We were in a bad relationship not long ago, and now you're trying to recruit me. I have to doubt your intentions. "
Bard chuckled. "That's true. It's too sudden. I have a question, and I hope you can answer it. "
"That depends on what it is!"
"How many Golden Sons are there?"
"Half a million," Roland replied.
It wasn't important information. Even if Roland didn't say it, the nobles could find out later.
However, when Bard heard this number, he sucked in a deep breath of cold air, looking as if he was frightened.
His face was pale.
Roland found it strange. Was half a million scary? It wasn't a lot. There were almost a million people in Delpon, and it was said that there were almost two million in the capital of Hollevin. Logically, Bard shouldn't be scared by such a number.
Then, Roland saw that Bard was holding the fruit wine cup with both hands. The cup was shaking, and some of the wine even spilled.
At this moment, Bard looked like a patient with Parkinson's disease.
Then, Bard slowly drank the fruit wine. During the process, he gradually calmed down, and his face gradually returned to normal.
He put down the fruit wine and pretended that nothing had happened. "I still want to extend a sincere invitation to you. Our Bard Family is much, much stronger than a Magic Tower, whether it's our magic library or our resources. If you're willing to become our Consecrated Mage, you'll receive the same resources as a successor, and you won't have to bear too many responsibilities and obligations. "
Bard looked very serious. Roland could tell that he was very serious.
But Roland was even more puzzled. "Why do you suddenly regard me as a delicious cake?"
"You are strong, very strong." Bard uttered the classic proverb of Hollevin: "We nobles are willing to kneel and even pledge allegiance to great power and power."
Hearing this, Roland smiled faintly in his heart.
These words sounded very elegant, but in essence, it was bullying the weak and fearing the strong.
"Give me some time to think about it!" Roland thought for a moment and gave Bard a tactful reply.
"The Bard family will always welcome you." Bard stood up and said, "I'm going back to the capital. If you come to the capital one day or pass by, remember to visit my home."
Although Roland didn't like Bard very much, since Bard gave in and didn't show any signs of resistance, Roland naturally wouldn't be angry anymore.
Between him and Bard, it was more of a mutual dislike on the surface. There was no actual conflict of interest or enmity between the two of them.
"If that day comes, I'll go to your home and chat with you." Roland also stood up.
Bard looked at Roland with a smile and suddenly said, "I hope you won't become our gravediggers!"
Roland was deep in thought.
Leaving such a sentence, Bard left the Magic Tower, taking his friends and subordinates with him.
Roland stood in front of the window and watched Bard and the others leave.
Vivian pushed the door open and came in. She put some pastries and some preserved fruits on the table, then walked to Roland's side and watched Bard gradually disappear.
After a while, she said, "Deputy Chairman, you actually asked us to leave the city to avoid this person, right? He's dangerous, isn't he? "
"You saw through me!" Roland chuckled.
"We're not fools. Actually, we all guessed it." Vivian sighed softly and said, "Even the chairman avoided him, so he must be a troublesome person. You left us outside the city and asked your friends to protect us, while you faced them alone. It must've been very dangerous. We all felt a little guilty and ashamed. "
"Actually, it's not your fault. Rather, you were almost implicated by me and the chairman."
"Do you think we'll believe you?" Vivian's eyes were slightly red. "Deputy Chairman, please remember, we're also part of the Magic Tower. If something like this happens again in the future, please don't exclude us."
No … it really has nothing to do with you.
But Vivian left the study without waiting for Roland's explanation.
In the next few days, Roland found that the magic apprentices were in unusually high spirits. They helped build houses outside the city during the day, and after returning to the Magic Tower at night, they practiced magic until midnight.
They were already very diligent in the first place, and now they were even more diligent, almost to the point of desperation.
Diligence is a good thing. Roland thought for a moment and didn't clarify anything.
Because Language Proficiency had reached a bottleneck and was stuck, Roland didn't derive this spell again in the past few days.
He found another quite interesting spell in the Magic Tower's library.
Spell Puppet.
It was also a level-zero trick, and like Hand of Magic, it was known as a useless spell.
But Roland found it quite interesting.
A level-zero spell was easy to learn. Roland looked at the spell model, and in less than ten minutes, he successfully cast a blue Magic Elemental Puppet.
This puppet was about the same height as Roland. It didn't have eyes, a nose, a face, or anything like that. It was simply a magic humanoid.
In addition, this thing had no soul or consciousness. But it would inherit some of the summoner's instinctive knowledge. It could distinguish between friend and foe, and could understand most language instructions. It wasn't very strong, so it could assist the Mage in some more delicate experiments or work.
Hand of Magic was used to carry heavy loads, so it couldn't be used for delicate work.
And the Spell Puppet was created because of this need, but many Mages found that this thing wasn't very useful.
This thing only inherited some of the summoner's knowledge, so it would often make mistakes in experiments. Magic materials were very expensive, and if you failed a few times, you would be broke.
In the end, this thing only had the function of cleaning and alerting the outside world.
But in that case, it would be more convenient to recruit more magic apprentices.
After all, maintaining a Spell Puppet required a continuous consumption of magic power.
After Roland looked at the spell model of this Spell Puppet for about an hour, many bold ideas emerged in his mind.
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