Chapter 467 - Let’s Have a Contest (1/2)

Chapter 467: Let’s Have a Contest

Stepping on the meadow that she was familiar with through the hole, the catgirl subconsciously looked around. She did have a sense of safety when she saw the high wall around her.

Intelligent creatures had built houses and city walls exactly because of their need for a sense of safety, even though it was just an illusion most of the time, because it was very easy for professionals to move across a two-meter wall.

However, the very existence of the wall gave her a very different feeling.

Roland looked around. Determining the location of the house he wanted to build, he snapped his fingers again.

The land became muddy at first. Then, stone walls rose one after another, a.s.sembling into a high, square, four-story building.

The catgirl was fascinated by this construct that was built from scratch. She wished that she was the one who changed the environment instantly with unbelievable magic.

As a local resident who was born in the Red Magic Tower, although she never dared to show up in public, she had natural love and respect for magic just like other civilians in the Red Magic Tower.

After setting up a large temporary residence and a magic lab for himself, he only needed to move in next.

Because he was living alone, all he needed to do was move some furniture in.

But Roland suddenly noticed the catgirl next to him.

The little catgirl was gazing at the ma.s.sive black square house that Roland built with his spell. Her white tail was highly erect and even shaking.

Roland thought for a moment and snapped his fingers again, establis.h.i.+ng a smaller two-story building with a coverage of around seventy square meters.

“This small house is all yours.”

Looking at the square house he built, which was not at all beautiful, Roland nodded.

He didn’t really have a great taste in architecture as a straight man. All he wanted was enough s.p.a.ce and habitability. He couldn’t care less about what the building looked like.

He might as well spend his time on magic experiments instead of designing buildings.

After that, Roland left this new manor for the middle district.

The catgirl was caught in a dilemma.

Should she move into the small house or not?

That Mage was a good man. What he said should be trustworthy.

However, she had heard that certain Mages liked to trick catgirls into doing things with petty rewards, until they got the catgirls in the end.

After all, Mages were too smart for catgirls to deal with.

But the catgirl knew that she wanted to live in a house.

The underground cave seemed safe, but it always reeked of mud. Luckily, it barely rained in this desert area, or it would’ve been a major problem for her to remove the water in the cave.

Living in a house would be much more comfortable.

Should she move in or not?

The catgirl, lying on the ground and scratching the ground softly with her front paws, hesitated.

Roland arrived in the middle district.

The middle district was more beautiful and had broader roads and better greeneries than the other two districts.

The thick crowns and leaves of the trees that Roland had never seen covered the roads, making it impossible for the sunlight to get in.

It was certainly not easy to find so many trees in a desert.

Along the road, Roland found the campus of the Red Magic Tower.

This campus had an astonis.h.i.+ng coverage.

The gate of the campus alone was a hundred meters wide and thirty meters tall.

Gray rock walls extended from two sides infinitely toward the horizon.

There was a twisted layer of “membrane” at the gate. It was transparent, making it possible to see the inside of the campus through the gate.

Many Mages were entering and exiting the campus.

Roland walked closer and a young Mage came straight at him. He showed no intention of making way for Roland after seeing Roland but simply walked straight at him.

Seeing that, Roland could only make way for him.

The young man brushed past Roland without even bothering to look at Roland, as if Roland’s back-off was something he should do.

Huh?

Roland found it weird. Was this man blind, or was he simply rude?

While thinking, Roland saw another young Mage walk out of the gate before him.

The man walked straightly too, but it was not Roland but one of Roland’s cla.s.smates that was on his way.

The young Mage didn’t make way for him either. Eventually, Roland’s cla.s.smate had to step aside.

Seeing that, Roland walked close and patted his cla.s.smate’s shoulder, before he asked, “The people here all seem rather supercilious. Do you know why?”

“This is the tradition of the Red Magic Tower. The strong Mages have many privileges. Regardless of your status in the mortal world, you are expected to make way for the higher-level Mages here. They can even ask you to run errands for them.”

Roland heaved a sigh.

He was slightly disappointed.

By logic, a sanctuary of Mages such as the Red Magic Tower should be an Ivory Tower where everybody learned and discussed magic to boost the application and development of magic.

He didn’t realize that hierarchy mattered so much in this place too.

However, on second thought, Roland realized that it did make sense.

After all, even the colleges in reality had a lot of ugly things, such as the oppression on students and the weird relations.h.i.+p between teachers and students, although they were called Ivory Towers. Roland had personally witnessed many such things, not to mention the stories he read on the Internet.

Therefore, it wasn’t very strange that a hierarchy was established in the Red Magic Tower.

Although he understood its necessity, Roland realized that he was much less respectful for the Red Magic Tower.