Chapter 439 - A Quick Count, Huge Profits (2/2)

Now he knew.

A Mage like this was a one-man army, a man capable of destroying a country, a man that defied G.o.ds.

Seeing that Roland didn’t say anything, Mordenkainen continued, “I can see that you have a very good foundation, even better than when I was young. The path ahead, you can tread it smoothly on your own. All I can teach you are some techniques that you don’t know how to use, like Automatic Reparation and such.”

Roland nodded.

Then Mordenkainen took out a stapled book in his robe and handed it to Roland while saying, “People have a bad memory when they get old and tend to forget things. This should have been given to you a few days ago—remembering and forgetting, delaying this till now!”

It was a notebook without a t.i.tle.

In Mordenkainen’s time, because of the extreme lack of papermaking, the price of white paper was three times the price of the same weight of gold.

This thick notebook alone was worth at least ten gold coins.

“Thank you, old man.” Roland did not turn it over; after all, there was a tradition of not opening gifts in person. He reckoned this was Mordenkainen’s core personal notes.

“This is my experience when I was building the floating city, some of the problems I encountered, and some of the mistakes I made. You can read it.”

Roland took a deep breath.

The many uses of the floating city had now been seen by Roland. Even Mordenkainen had yet to fully realize the true uses of the floating city.

It was not just an airs.h.i.+p—it was an air fortress and a city!

Of course, it wasn’t that Mordenkainen didn’t understand the true uses of the floating city, he was just used to facing everything on his own.

After all, he was a lone wolf.

With the notes, Roland couldn’t say that he would be able to build the floating city any time soon, but at least it was a possibility, and a great one.

“You are still a hundred and eighty thousand miles away from building a floating city, but it doesn’t matter, you have the talent.” Mordenkainen patted Roland’s shoulder and said, “I have high hopes for you, so don’t die too early.”

Roland was tempted to say that he was a Golden Son, a player, and couldn’t die.

But after some thought, he just let it be.

After getting the notes on the floating city, Roland knew that he had profited greatly from this quest.

Not to mention the experience gained after completing an epic-level quest, the automatic reparation and magic sword-crafting techniques alone were worth more than a complete World Tree flower, and even if not more, it was about the same level.

And this notebook that recorded the experience of building the floating city—even if someone offered him five World Tree flowers, Roland wouldn’t want to exchange it.

Although it was quite unpleasant being used as a puppet by the Great Wis.h.i.+ng spell, now, Roland just wanted to say… if there were still such a reward, please do it again!

The floating city then drifted casually in the Astral Plane for some time, while the odd, ubiquitous ravings of the Astral Plane grew louder and louder.

Roland already found it somewhat harsh, and Lamia, for her part, couldn’t take it anymore. She started covering her ears with a rather uncomfortable expression.

But this odd murmuring and whispering directly affected the spirit and soul, and covering the ears was completely useless.

It simply depended on the mental power of the person being attacked!

Mordenkainen walked over and smiled slightly. “You know it’s dangerous for you to come, yet you come running here.”

“But I really like the Astral Plane,” said Lamia miserably, crouching on the floor.

Mordenkainen tapped the controls of the floating city and once again the area around them distorted… Soon they were back above the city, then the entire floating city became invisible once more.

Bringing the two back to the manor, Mordenkainen first told Lamia to rest, then said to Roland, “You should also go back, I’m a bit tired. I’ll continue discussing magic theories with you tomorrow.”

Roland nodded and left the manor.

He subconsciously looked at the sky… Above were blue skies and white clouds, and at first glance there was nothing.

But Roland knew that there was a huge, floating city bigger than this whole city parked up there.

“I want to have one myself.”

Roland muttered to himself and opened the guild chat system to find it exploding.

Looking at the timestamps of the chat records, most of them were two or three hours old.

Li Lin: “Oh sh*t, why is it dark?”

Li Lin: “Are my eyes blurring? There’s a floating continent up there.”

Betta: “I saw it too, what’s going on?”

Brazil: “It’s not a quest plot or something like that, right?”

Husseret: ‘I don’t know, why not ask the miraculous Roland right now, @Roland.”

About a few minutes later…

Li Lin: “Roland’s not talking, so it probably has to do with him… F**k, the continent is missing.”

Husseret: “Roland still hasn’t spoken, so it must have something to do with him. The residents around here are pretty calm though. I asked them, they say it’s the floating city of one of the big shots in town.”

Betta: “Brother Roland’s so impressive. Maybe it’s an exaggerated plot where he inherited some ancient magical legacy.”

Brazil: “Could it be… It might be real.”

Seeing this, Roland couldn’t help but speak in the chat: “If I could get that floating city, I could destroy Hollevin by myself.”

Then soon everyone in the guild showed up, and everyone entered question marks.

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