Chapter 136 - All Life is Equal (1/2)

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Aldo’s maidservants were of the highest average quality amongst all the big shots in Delpon. Moreover, these maidservants were extremely loyal to him.

At this moment, Aldo was embracing maidservants on the left and right, and one of the two maidservants was feeding him wine and one was delicately feeding him fruit.

Aldo still had that haggard appearance—caught between life and death—as he did before. When he saw that Roland seemed a little anxious, he slowly said, “Don’t be in a hurry to learn anti-stealth. The Small Wis.h.i.+ng Spell is not only expensive, but it’s a level-four spell. You shouldn’t be able to learn it yet. But Manifestation Dust s.h.i.+mmer can be learned, it’s just that Kemir is a proud man, a pure-blooded n.o.ble, and doesn’t treat commoners or new n.o.bles too kindly. I guess you Golden Sons would not be liked by him either.”

Upon hearing this, Roland temporarily put an end to the idea of learning anti-stealth magic.

“I don’t know why you seem to be in such a hurry, but you’re a Golden Son, there’s no need to fear death, right?” Aldo teased with a smile.

Roland shrugged and then left from Aldo’s manor.

Indeed, as Aldo had said, Roland logically had no need to bother with the bandit cla.s.s.

But Roland had a feeling that the greatest threat to him was not some Spell Breaker, but rather the professions like bandits, a.s.sa.s.sins, and hitmen that could be invisible.

Although everyone was a player, it was precisely the community of players that was more correct on cardinal issues of right and wrong but would be jumpier on small matters. There was no telling what they would do. It wasn’t like PK between players really resulted in death, so Roland reckoned that in a little while, PK would become the norm.

In addition, there would always be people who resented those in the limelight.

Roland was now considered to be one of the more prominent among the players, known as the number one Mage.

Now there were already people openly talking about how to target him on the forums, and secretly… well, he didn’t know how many people wanted to step on him to get to the top.

This was why Roland felt it was necessary to take precautions.

Back at the Magic Tower, Vivian was quite happy to see him. She made pastries, brewed fruit wine, and ma.s.saged his back and shoulders.

Then, Vivian sat down and started chatting with Roland.

She talked about the recent events at the Magic Tower, the funny things that had happened to the two new little ones, and what happened when Claus’s family came to claim the body.

“Claus’s father’s hair is all white. Claus was the family’s only hope, but…”

At this point, Vivian’s happy expression darkened and she sighed slightly.

“You think I’m unreasonable, right?” Roland asked bluntly as he observed Vivian’s expression.

Claus was a n.o.ble, Vivian was also a n.o.ble, and except for the two new kids, the others were all part of the fallen n.o.bility. Their families’ decline was already a forgone conclusion, so the path of Mages was the best way for them to progress upward.

n.o.bles were always a bit proud, and although Roland didn’t have much contact with them, he could tell that they didn’t look too kindly on commoners.

There might even be a lot of people who felt that while Claus was wrong, killing him outright was excessive.

Vivian shook her head. “No one else knows, but I wouldn’t think so. I can tell that you’re most sentimental, Deputy Chairman.”

As she said this, the young girl’s eyes seemed to reveal a spring-like flow of light.

Vivian then left.

Roland ate some food and then rested in the study.

Before he knew it, he’d been playing this game for half a year now.

He had also stayed for almost four months in the Magic Tower.

Indistinctly, this place seemed to have become a new home.

There was always a sense of peace of mind when he stayed in the study.

After resting for a while, Roland began to derive Spell Puppet.