Chapter 464 - Come on Fire at Me (1/2)

While Roland was confused, Betta came close and said in admiration, “Brother Roland, your name has been known by almost the entire Red Magic Tower. I was doing quests in the western district, and even the bottom-level people there had learned about you.”

Betta had been doing quests for days.

He was only level six, which was a high level for the players but not among the highest anymore.

Roland, on the other hand, was level eight. He wasn’t interested in regular quests that gave too little experience. Only the epic quests could attract him.

He would rather spend his time on magic experiments than waste it on regular quests.

Now, many Mages were gathered in the main hall.

Most of them were level five, so Roland, as the only level eight, was quite distinctive.

Everybody was observing Roland, and Roland looked around and observed them too.

Most of the Mages were human beings, but there were a couple of elves, dwarves, and orcs.

Roland even saw a male drow, and the two n.o.ble Mages who were reprimanded by him a few days earlier, and didn’t dare to argue with him.

When they met Roland’s eyes, they simply moved their gazes away without looking back at him.

Roland was rather satisfied.

Soon, it would be time for the Ruby Cla.s.s to officially start. According to the guide, all they needed to do was to gather in the main hall, and someone would come here to guide them when the time came.

Everybody waited quietly.

As the commencement of the Ruby Cla.s.s drew closer and closer, fewer and fewer people were whispering.

Eventually, the main hall became so quiet that Roland could even hear people breathing around him.

A moment later, the time finally came.

Several storms that emitted immense mental pressure appeared in the sky and quickly descended.

In the end, four gray-haired Mages walked into the main hall one by one.

Everybody could sense their rank with mental power even if they did not see the Mages’ level.

The Mages were three Masters and a Legend.

Roland and Betta watched the Legend, who had a skull mark above his head, walking in the front.

He was wearing a magic robe that was emitting blue light. He seemed rather gentle.

He gazed at everybody in silence for a while, as if he was counting the people in the main hall.

A moment later, he said, “Well, the number is right. Which one of you is Roland?”

Roland raised his eyebrow.

The people around him all looked at him.

After only half a second of hesitation, Roland stepped forward and said, “I am.”

The Legendary old man looked Roland up and down and asked with a smile, “Your oil-making and water-making techniques are both interesting, but I have a question. Why did you create the oil-making spell?”

“I believe that Mages should be capable of making money with magic as early as possible. After all, not everybody comes from a rich family.”

More than half of the magic apprentices looked at Roland with grat.i.tude.

The oil-making spell was simple and easy to learn. It had made their lives a lot easier with the extra income.

The old man spoke again. “It’s true that what you did can prevent Mages from being troubled by the lack of money in their pursuit of magic expertise. However, the problem is that Mages wouldn’t be as esteemed as right now when there are more of them. After all, that which is rare is dear. After the oil-making spell spreads, there may be ten times more Mages in the future than there are right now. The excessive Mages would make magic ordinary and mundane. At that time, the Mages might treat you in a different way.”

Almost everybody focused their eyes on Roland.

What the old man said did make sense.

Roland said with a smile, “I believe that only if more Mages and more magic a.s.sociations emerge and communicate with each other can the development of magic be boosted. This is a huge world. There are the Realm of Devils, the Astral Plane, and even the Realm of G.o.ds apart from our main plane. A lot of places are out there for us to explore. We needn’t worry about the redundancy of Mages at all.”

“Hahahaha.” The old man nodded in satisfaction. “Kid, you have a clear vision and a broad mind. I’m making the call now. You’ll be the monitor of the Ruby Cla.s.s.”

All the students were surprised. Some of them weren’t happy, but they dared not say a word.

“May I know your name, senior?” asked Roland.

“Alfred, a Great Elder of this Magic Tower.” The old Mage turned around and said to his three partners, “They’re all yours now. Teach them carefully.’

The three Mages nodded.

Then, the old man walked out and disappeared into thin air.

It was Teleportation, not a flash… Sensing the frequency of the magic waves in the air, Roland recognized the spell that the Great Elder used easily.

How confident must the old man have been to use Teleportation inside a city?