Chapter 202 - Ideas From Different Standpoints (1/2)
Seeing Roland’s willingness to copy it, Tobian nodded with satisfaction, his bald head seeming to s.h.i.+ne even more.
He took down a book from the bookshelf and placed it in front of Roland and said, “This is Dimensional Anchor, you have the next two hours to copy it. I’ll have the butler send up the paper and ink later.”
Then, he picked up the staff again and caressed it gently, so delighted with it that he could hardly bear to put it down.
Roland opened the book… It was a very, very large piece of sewn vellum, which looked like a book when folded together in a specific way.
Turning on the system’s photo function, Roland photographed the Dimensional Anchor spell model from four angles.
Then he said to Tobian, “All right, sir, I’ve got it down.”
Tobian was shaking in fear and almost dropped the staff in his hands to the ground.
“These thousands—almost ten thousand nodes, and you’ve memorized it all?”
Roland said with a smile, “We Golden Sons have a special method of recording.”
“How enviable. Undying, and also quite capable of memorization.” Tobian sighed; the staff in his hand didn’t seem so appealing to him anymore. “Are all of you Golden Sons monsters?”
Roland smiled modestly.
Although the n.o.bles were mutually disinclined to talk about the Golden Sons in public, these guys were different from ordinary commoners after all and had no fear of them.
If the circ.u.mstances were normal, they would have already bullied this group of Golden Sons like they oppressed the commoners.
But the problem was that the Golden Sons really weren’t easy to mess with.
Not to mention being undying, all of them were professionals, and their overall strength seemed to be stronger than the average professional.
What was even more disgusting was that these Golden Sons were very meddlesome, and as long as it was something they were uncomfortable with, they had to meddle with it.
There were fewer Golden Sons in the capital, and they weren’t quite as eye-catching. Only a few of them came a while ago and ran away after “duping” the n.o.bles of a large sum of money, not even wanting their clothes.
It only caused some commotion and discussions.
But the n.o.bles were not bad at gathering information, and they had heard intermittently that two mayors had already lost their lives at the hands of the Golden Sons.
Although in the end, the Golden Sons still abided by the unspoken rules and didn’t steal the mayor’s heritage, neither the mayors nor the current heads of the n.o.ble families wanted to fall dead.
In addition, now that more and more information was coming in about the Golden Sons standing up for beggars and commoners, many n.o.ble families had an intuitive impression of them.
A group of peculiar aliens with outlooks comparable to golden dragons that were lawfully good.
Such a race was quite troublesome… It was already troublesome enough that golden dragons often turned into humans and ran to the human world to punish evil and promote good.
Now there was another group, the Golden Sons.
Life for the n.o.bles was getting rough.
Tobian lowered his staff, then said, “Where are those two nodes you just mentioned? Point them out to me again.”
“Here.” Roland immediately placed the spell model he had prepared on the table.
In fact, he had already understood, but going through with the acting, he naturally had to make a show of listening intently.
Tobian was indeed worthy of being a master Mage. He only looked at it twice before saying, “These two points are indeed a bit difficult, especially for a Mage like you who has just reached the Elite level. The key at this point is that the magic power delivery must be steady and fine, but at this point, the magic power delivery needs to be stronger. All nodes have different magic power requirements—you have to get the feel of it.”
“I understand.” Roland nodded.
“By the way, can I have another look at this spell model?” Tobian then suddenly asked.
Roland said with a smile, “Of course, no problem. It’s for you, Archmage.”