Chapter 481 - Catgirls Don’t Die From Hanging (1/2)

“I think it’s fine!” Murphy thought it was a good idea. “Although the First Princess is not as strong as Queen Andonara, and even far from it, her looks and figure are comparable to Andonara, and most importantly, she is the princess of Fareins, so she should be much higher in status than a small country’s queen anyway.”

Alfred frowned. “Status is something that I don’t think Roland would care too much about. He’s a pure Mage, the very pure kind, purer than you and me. Such a peer, once they reach the peak, they would be like Mordenkainen and Melf, who even dared to go against G.o.ds. Do you think Roland, who is just as pure, would care about status? That’s why women just have to be pretty and in shape; that’s what matters most to young people.”

The clouds outside the crystal window and the constant whistling of the wind made the room seem rather quiet.

Murphy was silent for a while, then he suddenly thought of something and said, “But even if we can grasp Roland’s preferences, what about the princess’s thoughts? She’s not just a pretty face to be manipulated by others, and it’s said that Prince Harry was poisoned by the First Princess because he messed around outside and tried to make her a mere figurehead.”

Alfred smiled. “Although the First Princess does have her own ideas, this is a matter of our Fareins Kingdom’s interests, and as a member of the royal family, she has an obligation to fulfill her duty. Not to mention that Roland is not bad-looking, even if he were an ugly, pus-filled monster, the First Princess would have to recruit him as the new Prince.”

In Fareins, the husbands of all the princesses were princes but had no real power, only mere t.i.tles.

“She might not agree.”

“Then force her to agree,” Alfred smirked. “I, a Legendary Mage alone, can’t change her mind, so let’s add a few more. If we can’t get her to change her mind with the help of the entire Fareins’s members of the Red Magic Tower, there are several other Magic Towers as well, and now Roland’s talent is evident to all. Although we are quite conflicted on academic issues, I think our philosophy is the same when it comes to the greater good of the nation.”

Murphy nodded instinctively. “That would indeed work, but His Majesty the King… is also quite fond of the First Princess, and we’ve never gotten a feel for what he thinks, so what if he’s against it too?”

Alfred tsked. “Trouble indeed. But anyway, Fareins doesn’t only belong to the royal family, it also belongs to the a.s.sociation of Mages, and what the royal family won’t do, we’ll force them to do if it’s for the kingdom.”

Murphy laughed. “I like your dominant character, otherwise you wouldn’t be able to sit as an elder.”

Alfred laughed aloud and quite happily. Roland returned to the room in the cabin and was nagged by Andonara again to do lovey-dovey things.

This couldn’t be helped. After all, the room was only so large, and there was no place to run around. Most of one’s time had to be spent inside the cabin, without a cell phone or a computer… Roland could connect to the forums, but Andonara couldn’t, and she was bored so she could only pester Roland.

Roland was also a young man, and being nagged, it was only natural that he would do something pleasurable.

Two days later, the magic boat finally returned to the Red Magic Tower.

After returning to the manor, Andonara finally stopped clinging to Roland.

She first went to Marilyn’s room to look around, and when she didn’t see anyone, she went to ask the maids where the little catgirl had gone.

In the end, she heard some unpleasant things.

“Marilyn’s outside running around every day.”

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“Marilyn doesn’t like to work; she leaves early in the morning, and comes back late at night.”

“Marilyn always loves to sleep in the master’s bed.”

A series of complaints.

Werecats didn’t have much of a place in the Red Magic Tower, and even though Marilyn and Roland, the owner of this manor, seemed to be on familiar terms, these maidservants didn’t care too much. Besides, these maidservants weren’t stupid; their “palace intrigue” experience was extremely rich, and they could sense that Andonara, the mistress, wasn’t too fond of Marilyn the catgirl.

Of course, it wasn’t a feeling of dislike either, but rather a vague worry.

A worry that the catgirl might seduce the master.

This was why they couldn’t stop talking about Marilyn’s little mistakes.

The more Andonara listened, the more upset she became.

She brought Marilyn over, partly to train a more intelligent and clever maid, and partly to keep an eye on her, so that the pretty-looking kitten wouldn’t make a move on Roland.

This was two birds with one stone, but unexpectedly, this little catgirl was so disorganized and so undisciplined when they went out. If this had been Hollevin’s palace, she would’ve been beaten to death. However, Roland naturally wouldn’t do such a thingthe death penalty could be avoided, but punishment couldn’t.

Andonara sneered and said to Roland, “Go rest first, I’m going for a walk.”

“Okay.”

Roland didn’t know what Andonara was planning. He returned to the stone building and went straight into the magic lab. He personally had a very rewarding few days of academic exchange.

During the academic exchange, because the instructors of the various Magic Towers presented genuine material that was rather profound, Roland was somewhat able to understand what they said.

He didn’t have much time to think and chew on that knowledge.

But now he did.

The video recorded word for word all of the instructors’ insights and Roland watched it over and over again.

He also opened his mathematical modeling database, and translated the instructors’ insights into pieces of data, imported it, and then reverse-engineered it to see if it fit with his previous data.

This was when the usefulness of a large database could be seen.

A lot of magic theories that were quite comprehensible when converted into data and put into the database for reverse engineering, and a lot of the things that Roland didn’t understand before were made clear.

Of course, most of the data was still incorrect.

Because a lot of the converted data was just Roland’s educated guess, and there was no matching data chain in the database.

However, Roland didn’t feel discouraged. This was quite normal.

After all, he hadn’t learned much about magic yet.

He spent five days in the lab, without leaving his house, refining some models of level-one and level-two spells based on his newly acquired data and knowledge.

For example, the model for the Ice Ring had been changed again.

Corrosion damage was added to the Ice Ring.

There was a level-two spell called Melf’s Acid Arrow.

It was the work of the magical genius Melf, from when he was young. At that time, Melf’s hometown was often raided and invaded by trolls.

Trolls, as a powerful race of Orcs, were not only strong in battle but also quite terrifying in their ability to heal themselves.

Apart from dragons and a few devils, the trolls had the most impressive regenerative abilities.

High-level trolls could survive for a week or more even if they lost most of their heads.

Of course, during this time, if someone could shove food down the troll’s esophagus, the troll could grow its head back by itself without relying on magic.

Not to mention organs, arms, and legs, they could even regenerate the heart as long as it wasn’t too heavily damaged.

…Unless they were cut into several pieces.

Humans were no match for this almost undying creature and were defeated again and again.

Melf grew up in this kind of environment, and he had a natural aversion to trolls because too many of his family and friends died at the hands of trolls.

Out of anger, he invented Melf’s Acid Arrow.

It was conjuration magic that inhibited the ability of any flesh-and-blood race to regenerate and heal itself.