Chapter 460 - A Friend From Another Town. (1/2)

The ark landed in a square in the city.

Roland jumped down. A few arks were already parked in the square, and a few more were gradually descending.

As soon as he jumped down, someone immediately came over.

The young mage in red magic robes looked at Roland’s ark, flipped open a booklet, cross-referenced the markings on the ark, and then smiled and asked, “May I ask if you’re Mr. Roland?”

Roland nodded.

“You’re an important student of ours, please follow me.”

This red-robed youngster led Roland out of the square.

Roland followed behind him while observing the surroundings and the situation.

There were already quite a few people jumping down from their arks in the square. They were probably all students, but Roland was surprised to find that not all of these students were human.

There were elves and orcs.

There was even a green gnome.

The Red Magic Tower is quite magnanimous

They even have the generosity to accept all races?

In the midst of his thoughts, the two of them walked out of the square, and the young Mage leading the way slowed down and walked alongside Roland while saying, “Mr. Roland, you are the only free entrant in this term’s Ruby Cla.s.s, and it’s obvious how much the council of elders values you.”

“Don’t the others get free admission?”

The youngster shook his head. “That’s impossible. The average person has to pay 30 gold coins, and that’s every year. After all, the Red Magic Tower’s magic materials, teachers, and resources all need to be paid in gold coins.

Thirty gold coins per year was not much for Roland, but not necessarily for others.

But there was also the old saying in the magic world that an independent Mage had to do everything himself, including funding.

It didn’t matter whether one earned it oneself, or if someone else funded it, or even if it was supplemented by the family.

A Mage who lacked money was essentially unqualified.

Roland looked at the slightly inexperienced youth and asked, “May I know your name, sir?”

“Don’t call me sir, I’m just a magic apprentice.” The young man shook his head. “Rather, Mr. Roland, you are already at the Elite level and you seem to be advancing to Master. Compared to you, I’m not even close to Mastery. You can call me Claus!”

Roland froze for a moment.

Claus seemed to sense something strange with Roland’s expression and turned his head to ask, “What—is there something wrong with the name?”

“No, it’s just the same as someone I know.” Roland smiled.

Claus got excited. “That’s kind of lucky, it seems like we were born to be friends.”

Roland nodded. He was still smiling on the surface, but on the inside, he was quite torn.

The Claus of Delpon did what he shouldn’t have and was frozen into an ice sculpture by Roland, the first magic apprentice Roland became acquainted with when he entered the Magic Tower of Delpon.

And now here at the Red Magic Tower, the first magic apprentice he met was also called Claus!

Was the G.o.ddess of Fortune playing games?

Settling his mind, Roland asked, “What are the taboos here in the Red Magic Tower, can you tell me about them?”

Coming to an unfamiliar organization, one naturally had to know the rules. Although it was said that players were not afraid of death, Roland was now level eight, and if he died once and lost ten percent of total experience, no matter how much extra experience he had, he would immediately drop a level.

This amount of experience wasn’t something that could be earned back in a month or two; it would probably take half a year even if he did quests all day long.

This was why when players reached level eight, they didn’t dare to die.

Sometimes they’d rather throw away an excellent piece of equipment, like a gecko detaching its tail as a means of survival, than die once.

“There are many, but when you get to the student’s dormitory, you’ll be issued a school rules booklet, and it’s all written on it,” said Claus as he walked. “The student’s dormitory isn’t very good, but if you have the money, you can apply for a more luxurious single large room, and there will be maids and mercenaries serving you.”

“Oh.”

As the two of them talked and walked, Roland was still paying attention to his surroundings.

They were now walking down a street about ten meters wide. Quite a few people were coming and going, and while there were quite a few Mages in robes, there were far more ordinary people.

And around the streets, there were many shops with all kinds of food, clothing, and shelter, and he had already seen a few brothels.

Taking a few more steps, Claus grunted and said, “Speaking of taboos, there’s one that comes to mind.”

“Please tell me.”

Roland smiled and shook Claus’s hand, a gold coin placed un.o.btrusively in the other’s palm.

A little surprised, Claus clenched his fist, feeling the texture of the metal in his palm.

A gold coin.

Claus looked at Roland for a moment, then his smile was more grateful and enthusiastic.

“Mr. Roland, you’re in this term’s Ruby Cla.s.s; a new cla.s.s is formed every five years. Above your cla.s.s, there are two cla.s.ses, respectively, Meteorite and Obsidian. Between them, Meteorite is a cla.s.s that started ten years ago, and that cla.s.s has the strongest average strength, and Obsidian is second. Be careful when you encounter them, those people are not too good-tempered.”

Roland nodded, gesturing that he knew.

Claus continued, “Then there’s the fact that we’re divided into the east, west, and middle districts. The middle district is where the Master Mages live, the east district is where the magic students and magic apprentices live, and the west district is where the commoners are. In this city, the commoners’ mission is to work for the Mages, and for very little money, you can hire good commoner talents to take care of every aspect of your life.”

When Claus finished, they came right up to a building.

A square building, nothing oddly styled, the ordinary kind, just huge.