Chapter 462 - Mages Have to Rely on Their Strength After All (1/2)
Not to mention the two n.o.ble Mages involved, the seven Mages who were watching the show in the main hall were shocked when they heard Roland’s words.
If the conversation between Betta and the two n.o.ble Mages was just arrogant and unyielding, then Roland gave the impression of being cold and arrogant.
It was very arrogant and with ridicule.
It was as if they were being treated as two giant slugs.
The kind that was disgusting to see.
Not to mention the two n.o.ble Mages involved, even the seven Mages watching the show next to them felt that Roland had really gone overboard.
To look down so much on… two Fareins Mages.
A reward for you.
How high in status did he have to be to dare rebuke two Fareins n.o.ble Mages?
One had to know that Fareins was the most powerful and wealthiest nation, and had the most advanced magical (scientific) technology in the human world.
The n.o.bles of Fareins were the true n.o.bles, and the n.o.bles of the other countries were just small country landowners.
Even a foreign king was a country b.u.mpkin to the Fareins n.o.bility.
This was already an accepted truth in the human world, even in the orc world.
It couldn’t be helped. The Fareins Kingdom had been strong for hundreds of years, undeniably the center of the human world in economics, arts, culture, and military, and had never lost a battle since the founding of the kingdom.
Even if they lost occasionally in remote areas, they would always get the advantage back on a larger battlefield.
Centuries of friction had caused the entire human world to almost tacitly acknowledge the “boss” status of the Fareins Kingdom.
However, the players wouldn’t.
After all, the real country the players were in had been the boss for a good two or three thousand years and thought it was a little weaker not long ago, it was now ready to get back on top.
The players were inherently quite proud, thinking that the Fareins Kingdom was nothing.
Besides, these two n.o.bles, who were about to kill someone just because water was spilled on them, had no concept of life.
Moreover, Roland had endured a lot of anger in the Fareins Kingdom some time ago, so now seeing these Fareins’ n.o.bles was very unpleasant.
The two factors combined, Roland’s impression of the two n.o.bles was absolutely terrible.
Naturally, he wasn’t polite.
Roland was too proud, and the two n.o.bles were temporarily stunned. The man with the wet robe asked gloomily, “Where are you from?”
Even though Roland was speaking Hollevinian, the other party understood because of Unhindered Communication.
However, the other party could also hear that he was using another country’s language.
Hearing the other party ask such a silly question, Roland laughed. “You didn’t hear Betta call me brother? Naturally I’m also barely considered a Hollevinian.”
Upon hearing that it was the small country of Hollevin again, the surrounding n.o.bles were a bit s.h.i.+fty, but their expressions were even sterner.
Because they could sense that Roland’s strength was already very close to Master.
The arrogant young man who spoke just now was from the small, isolated country of Hollevin, yet he had already surpa.s.sed the status of Elite, while the one in front of them was already approaching Master.
Both of them were so young and promising.
When did all the small countries have such great Mage talent?
The other n.o.ble Mage said indifferently, “You’ve got some guts, don’t you know that all the Magic Towers, be it Red, Purple, Monochrome… all these holy lands of magic, at least over half of the masters of magic originate from Fareins. You, from a small country of Hollevin, dare to speak to us like this?”
Of the other seven Mages, four looked slightly unhappy and three looked approving.
Roland’s lips pursed slightly. “I don’t know and I don’t care. Now I’m just going to make you pick up the gold coins that Betta rewarded you with. You have to accept it properly.”
Everyone felt a chill run up their heads from their nostrils.
Did this man have a backing or was he just hotheaded?
The other side had actually implied that they had backers in the Red Magic Tower, and this man had the nerve to talk like that?
That was so fu**ing b.a.l.l.sy.
This wasn’t a Mage, but a Warrior in a Mage’s skin, right?
The two n.o.ble Mages didn’t dare to answer. Most Mages, to put it nicely, were called rational, and to put it badly, they knew how to calculate the gains and losses. Especially n.o.ble-born Mages, they knew even more to weigh their gains and losses.
They already saw that the hotheaded Mage from a small country in front of them was furious and that the two of them might not be able to beat him even if they joined forces.
If they fought head-on, and the other side killed them out of anger, then even if their relatives could get revenge for them afterward, they would still be dead in the end.
That wouldn’t be worth it at all!
This was why they didn’t dare to stand up to Roland anymore. But they were still n.o.bles, and they were Fareins’ n.o.bles, and they had to get the respect that they deserved.
So they had to show their att.i.tude by being silent.
They were afraid and didn’t dare to stand up to Roland, but they wouldn’t give in either.
“It seems you don’t want to.” Roland couldn’t bother with this unspoken rule amongst n.o.bles. He said slowly, “I’ll say it once more: pick it up. You have five seconds to think about it.”
“Five.”
Roland began to unleash large amounts of ice magic.
The white ice patterns were centered around him, rapidly spreading around.
“Four.”
In a second, the floor of the main hall had been turned white.
Upon seeing this, the seven Mages watching the show turned pale, the ones close to the door jumped straight out, and three others immediately rushed to the window and jumped out of it in a panic.
“Three.”
The white streaks of ice were thickening and spreading upward from the walls rapidly, and in less than half a second, the ceiling was covered in a layer of frost.