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

And it was only a level-two spell, easy to learn.

After that, the trolls were no longer a match for humans, and from the vanguard race of Orcs, they were beaten back into the depths of the Orc kingdom to survive.

Acid Arrow was essentially a liquid that could be mixed with water and then turned into ice.

And Roland’s new Ice Ring was a mix of Acid Arrow and Ice Ring.

Roland named it “Kill You 3000 Times[1].”

This spell came with five effects: cripple, freeze, smooth ice, corrosion damage, and anti-healing.

Because it was a mixture of two spell models, this spell immediately became a level-three spell.

And due to the new spell created, Roland received a large amount of experience and leveled up to level nine. He was one step away from reaching Master. It wasn’t in vain that he shut himself in for five days, thinking day and night.

For the past five days, Andonara had been bringing in hot meals every day. And she didn’t let anyone come over and bother Roland.

The others, including Betta, who came to play with Roland were all “chased away” by Andonara with great courtesy. Although Betta could use the guild chat system to reach Roland, he didn’t have anything important to do, so he didn’t bother Roland. When Roland came out of the magic lab refreshed and stretched, he saw the catgirl hanging from a branch across the doorway, swaying gently in the wind. Pitiful and helpless.

When she saw Roland, she couldn’t help but cry out, “Help me, help me.” Her voice was miserable, with an infantile tone, and one couldn’t help but feel pity when hearing it.

Andonara was in the shade of a tree not far away.

A round table with two chairs.

She sipped slowly at a tea-like drink, smiled, and waved when she saw Roland, then pointed to the chair across from her.

Roland walked over and sat down, turned his head and glanced at the catgirl hanging not far from him, and asked, “What’s going on?” Smiling gently, Andonara said slowly, “This little catgirl doesn’t know any better, she keeps running around. So I gave her a little punishment.” “She isn’t our maidservant.”

“Eating from our house, using what’s in our house, and being sheltered by our house…” Andonara eyed the little catgirl, her eyes a little cold, but when her gaze fell back to Roland, her gaze was as soft as water. “Who out there would believe her if she said she wasn’t from our house?”

At this moment, Marilyn was struggling vigorously again, like a larva jumping around. “Roland, please, put me down, don’t let this evil woman tie me up.”

Roland withdrew his gaze from the catgirl. “But she certainly isn’t my maidservant.”

“My dear, you don’t need to take care of the management of the servants in the house, I will manage it for you.” Andonara explained slowly, “She is so willful and disobedient, if you are still too lenient with her, then it will be difficult to manage the maidservants in the house in the future if they follow her example. And… this little catgirl is too whimsical. If she continues like this, something will happen sooner or later. You can’t protect her foreverrather than watching her go down a dead end, it’s better to wear down her temper and edges while it’s still possible.”

Roland picked up the cup and took a sip of tea as well.

Certainly… More than half a year ago, the catgirl was living a careful life, but the catgirl now gave off a somewhat arrogant feeling.

“Werecats are creatures that don’t know the extent of their abilities when someone backs them up.” Andonara got up and poured Roland another cup of tea. “They’re extremely curious and often do reckless things. They were originally a powerful race, but they turned themselves into a minority among the hybrids.”

Roland had read about werecats from some books, but it was all just a pa.s.sing reference.

After all, paper was a pretty valuable commodity in this world, and there was no way to waste precious paper writing at length about werecats, a race of hybrids that didn’t have much of a presence.

Since Andonara had plans of her own, Roland would not object.

Besides, it wasn’t something that would hurt.

Marilyn had been living alone, lacking in discipline and inevitably acting wildly, so it was good to have someone to control her.

Roland stopped paying attention to Marilyn, and after talking with Andonara for a while, Roland went to the middle district.

There was a church of the G.o.ddess of Magic there.

He arrived at the main hall of prayer.

A young cleric saw Roland and was stunned.

He was a member of Ruby Cla.s.s, a descendant of a small n.o.ble.

Part of his daily magic power was used to familiarize and practice magic, and the other part was used to summon “astral oil” to make money, and when there wasn’t much magic power left, he would come to the church for part-time work.

Mages were pretty short on money in the early stages.

Magic materials were too expensive.

“Monitor, what are you doing here?” The young Mage walked up to Roland, looking a bit reserved. “Are you also a follower of the G.o.ddess of Magic?” “No.” Roland walked up to the altar. “I’m just here to offer up a spell model.”

The young Mage was stunned.

Roland took the drawings out of his Backpack and placed them on the ritual table.

In a few moments, the pale blue glow of magic engulfed the drawing.

This was a sign of the G.o.ddess of Magic, Mystra, taking the drawings away.

The young Mage swallowed hard, then looked at Roland in surprise.

And then an energy descended from the void.

The whole church was engulfed within a boundary.

The energy was felt by the Mages at the Master level and above in the entire Magic Tower. They all instinctively jumped up and rushed outside, looking at where the energy was coming from.

The Church of Magic.

Alfred stood at the window, staring gravely at the northeast.

The average Mage and professional could only feel the arrival of high-level energy.

But to the eyes of the Legendary, there was a huge, blurred female figure above the church.

“Mystra,” Alfred muttered.

The shadow’s face couldn’t be seen, but her mouth could barely be seen moving.

However, no one could hear her.

Presumably, there was someone in the Church of Magic that could hear her.

Alfred watched the female shadow quietly.

All the Mages in the Red Magic Tower were staring in that direction.

After about four minutes, the shadow disappeared.

Alfred returned to the table and rang the golden bell on the table.

When the servant entered, he said quickly, “Go immediately and investigate who was in the church when the G.o.ddess of Magic descended, and why the G.o.ddess descended.”

(1) reference to the movie From Beijing with Love