Chapter 47 (1/2)

Chapter 47: This Seems to be a Trap

This was a slum with poor people in ragged clothes everywhere. Roland and Betta, on the other hand, were wearing a magic robe and n.o.ble clothes. They seemed utterly out of place here, so others all peeped at them. However, when they looked back at the poor people, the poor people would continue their work as if they had never glimpsed the strangers.

The atmosphere was rather awkward.

Roland stood up and said, “I’ll register in the a.s.sociation of Mages. You should protect the girl for a few more days. If possible, you’d better ask them to move to another city.”

Looking at the clouds, Betta hesitated. “I’m afraid that they won’t listen to me.”

“If they won’t, so be it,” said Roland casually. “We can’t protect them for life. If they are unwilling to move, it will be their own fault if anything happens to them later, and the best we can do is avenge them when we have time.”

Betta looked at him in surprise. “Brother Roland, you sound rather indifferent.”

Roland smiled and said, “We can’t give all our kindness and warmth to strangers. If we’re doing our best for total strangers, what can we do to our loved ones to show that they are not strangers to us?”

Betta thought for a moment and said, “I’ll protect them for another two days and ask them to leave later. If they don’t, I’ll just go.”

Seeing that Betta would follow his instructions, Roland left.

Twenty minutes later, he arrived at the magic tower.

The ivory tower was magnificent and mysterious against the setting sun.

Roland walked to the gate and was blocked by the two guards again.

But this time, Roland brought out the bronze badge.

Seeing the fire pattern on the bronze badge, the guards immediately moved aside.

Patting his magic robe, Roland walked into the magic tower, only to discover that it was as bright as day inside.

Below his feet was a floor as smooth as a mirror. He could see his reflection in it.

A unique glittering crystal was hanging on the wall made of rough white rocks every ten meters.

There was barely anything in the lobby except bright gray stairs at the center which led to the second floor.

Roland walked to the stairs, but a person was coming down quickly.

He was a young man and couldn’t be older than twenty-three.

He had short black hair, brown eyes, a hawk nose, and a vigorous expression. He was briefly stunned when he saw Roland, before he asked curiously, “Who might you be?”

He did not consider Roland an intruder.

This was a magic tower. Only an idiot would stir trouble in the Mages’ territory.

Also, Roland was wearing a magic robe, which indicated that he was a Mage, too.

So, the young man was rather friendly.

Roland took out his bronze badge again. “I’m here for registration.”

Seeing the badge and hearing Roland’s words, the young man shouted excitedly, “Are you the Golden Son who’s going to join us?”