Chapter 480 - I Think It’s the Royal Family’s Trick (1/2)

Alfred smiled but didn’t say anything.

The Great Elder of the Monochrome Magic Tower was quite speechless when Alfred played mysterious, but he was too proud to pursue further, so he simply watched the arena again.

In fact, Alfred was just as shocked as anybody else.

Normally speaking, the damage of a spell that was cast instantly would be reduced if it should’ve been chanted.

Normally speaking, depending on the talent and expertise of a Mage, an instantly-cast spell would be 40% to 80% as powerful as it should be. The Legendary Mages were certainly more than twenty percent stronger than Roland, but since the damage of their instantly-cast spells would be reduced, they couldn’t have performed much better than Roland.

It was also the reason why many Mages stood up in shock.

They had never seen anyone who could instantly cast a spell without losing damage.

The mentors who rose to their feet soon sat down again.

The students weren’t stupid. Seeing how shocked the mentors were, and how easily Roland had defeated the challengers so far, they knew that Roland was definitely much stronger than them.

For a moment, n.o.body dared to challenge Roland again.

The atmosphere grew weird.

Roland waited in the arena for a long time, but n.o.body came to challenge him, so he yawned as if he was bored.

Seeing that from down below, Alfred couldn’t help but smile.

The Red Magic Tower had lost more contests than it had won in the previous academic meetings. The reason was simple: the arenas in all Magic Towers suppressed the destructive spells the most. If their suppression on other spells were quantized to five, their suppression on destructive spells would be seven, because someone might be accidentally killed if the latter weren’t suppressed well.

As a result, the students of the Red Magic Tower had never been able to fully carry out their abilities.

But the case was different this time. Both Roland and Betta had been standing in the arena to this moment, and they beat their opponents easily. The Red Magic Tower had already shown off.

Should they stop now? After considering for a while, Alfred waved at Roland and Betta.

Then, the two of them left the arena.

The students from the other Magic Towers were all relieved, and so were some mentors, because they didn’t know what to do if Roland and Betta stayed.

It might seem funny when two super geniuses defeated every challenger that came to them, but it could also be influential.

The confidence of the students from other Magic Towers would definitely be greatly shaken.

But finally, the two intimidating men came away from the arenas.

A while after Roland and Betta left, someone else went to the arenas.

However, the new players at the arenas all seemed hesitant and somewhat frustrated, as if they were impacted by something.

After Roland and Betta came back, the mentors of the Red Magic Tower nodded at them. They all felt proud that their students defeated the others.

Taking a seat among the students and watching the game in the arena, Roland gradually lost interest in them.

Those students were all fighting in old-school ways without any creativity.

The compet.i.tion among the students lasted two days. Two days later, the academic meeting was over. Roland and Betta both received a transparent spatial gem from the Monochrome Magic Tower as a gift.

The gem could be made into a necklace, or multiple rings. When put on, it could slightly reduce the magic power cost when using spatial spells.

It was a rather excellent magic material.

Then, the academic meeting was over, and everybody from the Red Magic Tower returned home.

On the flying boat, Alfred sent someone to invite Roland to the captain’s room. The captain’s room was much bigger and better furnished than the single cabins on the boat.

Extending his hand and asking Roland to sit down, Alfred said, “Roland, there’s something I’ve always wanted to talk to you about. Is it all right for me to waste some of your time right now?”

“I’m all ears, Great Elder.”

Alfred nodded with a smile, satisfied with Roland’s manners. “It’s been a year since you came to the Red Magic Tower. You must’ve learned a lot of things in the past year, such as the composition of this school.”

Roland had been staring at him while Alfred talked.

He knew that Alfred wouldn’t specifically ask him to come here unless he really had something important to say.

But if it was something important, he could always talk to Roland after they returned to the Red Magic Tower, unless the thing he wanted to talk about was clandestine.

Hearing that, Roland nodded and said, “I certainly have. More than fifty percent of the mentors and students are from Fareins. Those from Urganda are the second largest group.”