Chapter 470 - Your Interests Decide Your Stance (2/2)

Involving the soul, it was also a magic type that Roland hadn’t studied yet. It would serve well as material for a.n.a.lysis in the future.

Leaving the two spells aside for now, Roland continued studying the magic arrays.

While he was reading devotedly, he suddenly felt that the room became dim. He subconsciously raised his head, only to see an old Mage standing before him.

The intense magic waves around the stranger suggested that he must be a bigshot.

“Are you Roland? There’s something I would like to talk to you about. Would you like to go out and have a chat?”

Roland stood up.

The others in the library all looked at them in shock.

Two minutes later, under a big tree behind the library, the old Mage said with a smile, “I’m Murphy. I wonder if you’ve heard my name.”

Although Roland was fully committed to magic, he had collected the necessary intelligence.

He knew that Murphy was a member of the Council of Elders and a Legendary Mage.

That explained the magnificent magic power around the man.

Actually, Murphy was quite surprised at Roland’s talent too.

As a Legendary Mage, Murphy was stronger than Roland, so he could sense that the young man’s magic power capacity was only slightly lower than his.

That seemed rather unbelievable.

Also, he even slightly felt the air of the G.o.ddess of Magic from Roland.

Was he one of the Favored?

Then, lots of his backup plans couldn’t be used anymore.

Murphy secretly sighed.

Roland replied with a smile, “Mr. Murphy, I have definitely heard you. I’ve always admired you, the strongest Mage in evocation in the Red Magic Tower.”

Murphy was quite happy despite knowing that Roland was fawning on him.

“I know that you are a devoted learner who spends all your time in the school or the library. You live in the west district but you’ve never asked for any escorts. With your abstinence and diligence, your future is nothing but promising,” said Murphy sincerely and even admiringly. “So, I won’t waste your time. I want to have the model of your special fireball spell. What do you want in exchange?”

Roland was briefly stunned. “I’m told that the spell has already been offered to the G.o.ddess of Magic. Haven’t you received it?”

Since most Mages had learned about his water-making and oil-making spells, this self-exploding fireball that other players secretly offered should’ve been spread out everywhere.

Murphy shook his head. “No. I heard that the G.o.ddess of Magic released a special fireball spell more than a year ago, but she recalled it half a day later. Now, everybody who knows this spell keeps it a secret and doesn’t want anybody else to know.”

As he talked about that, Murphy became somewhat doubtful. “Roland, did you get the spell from the G.o.ddess of Magic too?”

“I created it on my own.” Roland shrugged and said, “Let’s go back to our topic. I’m not strongly possessive of this spell. I’ll be glad to offer it if you’re willing to give me a spell that I don’t know and which is equally valuable as this spell.”

Murphy was briefly stunned. “Just like that?”

“Of course.” Roland nodded. “I prefer to learn spells that I’m incapable of than to keep those I know to myself.”

Murphy was slightly b.u.mmed. He had thought that Roland would be unwilling to give away the spell model, because he could tell that the blue fireball spell was extremely powerful. It could be compressed, and its size and output could be adjusted too.

That was definitely not a regular spell. It wouldn’t be outrageous to call it a Legendary spell.

However, such a spell could be learned at a low level, and its power would increase as its caster grew up.

If he were the creator of this spell, he would definitely keep it to himself and use it as an ultimate and unique weapon.

But Roland was willing to give it away… Was he an idiot?

Unlikely. An idiot couldn’t have created such a spell, or the water-making and oil-making spells.

“Which level of spells do you want?” Murphy asked after a moment’s thought.

Pondering for a moment, Roland said, “Although the self-exploding fireball is a level-two spell, it can totally pa.s.s as a level-three spell after being optimized and strengthened by me for a year. So, Mr. Murphy, you only need to give me a level-three spell that I haven’t learned.”

Hearing the requirement, Murphy stared at Roland in silence and found it absurd.

He couldn’t help but ask, “Just a level-three spell?”

“I’ll be thrilled if Mr. Murphy is willing to offer me a few more level-three spells.” Roland opened his hands.

After a brief silence, Murphy smiled. “Okay. I’ll bring ten level-three spells tomorrow, and you can choose any three of them.”

After that, Murphy turned around and left.

Roland didn’t consider it a big deal. He returned to the library and continued his reading.

After Murphy came back to the Council of Elders, he went straight to Alfred the Great Elder.

“Great Elder, is there something wrong with Roland?” Murphy carefully considered his choice of words and said, “He was willing to accept a fair deal with me when he has advantages! More importantly, his magic power capacity is unbelievable. It’s not something that a Mage who isn’t even a Master yet, much less a Legend, should have.”

Alfred narrowed his eyes. “So what do you want? To destroy him?”

“That’s an idea. I would be happy and I would give up this idea if he’s willing to join Fareins.”

“There are no races or nations when it comes to magic knowledge, but does a Mage have that?” Alfred heaved a sigh. “That’s in violation of the ideology of the Red Magic Tower.”