Chapter 99 - Scoring Off (2/2)

In that peaceful, even overly regulated society, he dared to strike out in anger.

In this lawless, even extremely primitive game world, how could he be more cowardly and more tolerating than he was in the real world?

After he chuckled, he raised his hand.

A small fireball instantly scorched the young n.o.bleman’s arrogant face, and after the sound of an explosion, the young n.o.ble was rolling on the ground, wailing in pain.

Roland reduced the magic power of the small fireball, making it less powerful, and the strength of its explosion was about that of a slightly larger firecracker.

But even so, it shocked the young n.o.bleman excruciatingly. After all, there were quite a lot of pain receptors on the face, and the skin was quite fragile there.

“Ah, I can’t see!”

“My face hurts!”

“Someone’s committing murder, help!”

The young n.o.ble let out a cowardly scream, quite embarra.s.singly.

“How could you…”

One of the more mature-looking n.o.bles seemed to want to scold Roland, but Roland’s fake-smiling eyes swept past and the man immediately shut up.

Roland’s gaze swept over the n.o.bles, and no one dared to look him in the eye. The Mental Deterrence specialty was already in effect.

Roland, somewhat amused, walked up to the young n.o.ble, who was still on the ground writhing and wailing, his hands covering his face. He looked down on him and said, “The life of an untouchable is not worth a silver coin in your eyes, and similarly, your life is not even worth a few coppers in my eyes. I’m in a bad mood today. If you jump out and talk ambiguously behind my back, don’t blame me for hurting you.”

The young n.o.bleman on the ground trembled. He hid his face and didn’t dare to scream anymore.

Having said this, Roland glanced around at the surrounding n.o.bles, and still, no one dared to look him in the eyes.

Roland turned and left.

After he left, a male n.o.bleman, with somewhat graying hair, quivered with rage. “Arrogant, too arrogant. He’s trampling us into the mud. Are we going to let the Golden Sons ride roughshod over us? Before, they dared to kill an entire family, and now there are more and more of them, and one day he will come after us.”

“So what can we do?” A n.o.bleman smiled and asked, “Why don’t you lead us to fight against them, Sir?”

Upon hearing this, the gray-haired n.o.bleman immediately shut up and stopped talking.

Only an idiot would charge at the forefront!

Roland walked down the street, and people still moved out of the way when they saw him.

Roland wasn’t used to it before, for he always felt a strange awkwardness. But after two months, he no longer found this strange and he was quite accustomed to it.

Roland was in a much better mood now—when people are depressed, they really should get some exercise to feel better.

After returning to the Magic Tower, Roland gathered all the magic apprentices.

Apart from Vivian, all the other magic apprentices had deep, dark circles under their eyes. One could imagine how hard they had been practicing.

Roland gave a slight cough and said, “You’ve all learned Hand of Magic, you can save the practice for derivative spells for later. There’s a degree of difficulty for you guys, after all. Now I’ll teach you guys another level-zero trick, the Spell Puppet.”

If it were in any other Magic Towers and the instructor only taught level-zero tricks, the magic apprentices wouldn’t say anything aloud, but they would definitely harbor some objections inside.

Here, however, all the magic apprentices already knew how impressive Roland was at “creating” magic. There were six types of derivative spells from Hand of Magic, each of which was quite practical.

So, if Deputy Chairman Roland wanted to teach them Spell Puppets now, it presumably also had many derivative spells.

They were going to learn it without a doubt.

Everyone took out their precious notebooks.