Chapter 502 - The Support of the Red Magic Tower (1/2)

This was the center of the entire dinner venue, and everything that happened would be noticed by the other guests.

The atmosphere suddenly changed when many of the guests noticed that Alfred had brought a man and a woman with him to chat with the First Princes for a while.

There was a momentary lull in the banquet.

It was as if something unbelievable was happening

They even saw many of the big shots take a step back simultaneously.

What had happened?

Right at the center of everyone’s attention, several of those involved wore rather strange expressions. The First Princess was livid but seemed a bit expectant.

Alfred, on the other hand, was all smiles and seemed to be fine with it.

The surrounding major figures, surprised, were staring and waiting for things to unfold. To put it bluntly, they were watching the show. The sweetly smiling Andonara had already moved forward.

Roland said to beat her up, so naturally, she had to.

The First Princess subconsciously stepped back, and then two young n.o.bles suddenly stood in front of the First Princess.

Even if it seemed like a dinner party with no danger, as a member of the royal family, she still had protectors hidden in the crowd.

Just a step forward by Andonara, and with two thuds, the two young men covered their abdomens and fell to their knees retching.

Andonara struck so fast that only a handful of people could just barely see her move.

The First Princess turned a little pale and took another step back.

She couldn’t beat Andonara a few years ago, and naturally that was even truer now.

Just as Andonara was about to strike, Alfred suddenly stretched out his hand and a light blue boundary protected the First Princes. Looking at the blue boundary, Stephanie sighed in relief. She finally felt somewhat safe, then nodded her head slightly to Alfred in grat.i.tude.

Andonara looked at Roland.

After all, it was a spell cast by a Legendary Mage. This boundary was a bit hard, and she couldn’t penetrate it with her bare hands. She had to use her sword.

Her sword, however, was stored in Roland’s Backpack

Roland looked to Alfred and smiled, asking, “What do you mean, mentor, you won’t let me beat her up?”

“Give me some face.” Alfred sighed. “She is, after all, somewhat related to me by blood, so I can’t just see her lose face.”

Roland nodded. “So can I leave the party now?”

Although Alfred was not his direct mentor, occasionally when Roland met him, he would ask him about some unclear aspects of magic philosophy.

And Alfred usually took quite a lot of care with Roland, so Roland had to listen to what he had to say.

“Feel free.” Alfred shrugged his shoulders and spoke indifferently.

In his opinion, the First Princess Stephanie really wasn’t as important as Roland.

While it was true that she had a good chance of becoming the future queen of Fareins, that was without the intervention of the Church of Light or the a.s.sociation of Mages.

And it was true that Stephanie was considered quite capable among the younger generation of the royal family, but there were a few princes who weren’t bad, only they had made their moves too late and so had been suppressed.

If someone could help them lift the stone that was weighing them down, they might be able to stand on the same high ground as Stephanie did.

Roland was different; a Mage was a profession that required a lot of talent, and it would be nice if one could come out of ten thousand. A Mage of Roland’s talent might not be able to come out of one in ten million.

The First Princess, the queen, and whatnot were not as important as a powerful and innovative Mage.

With such a Mage in Fareins, as long as he reached the Legendary level, his lifespan would be at least two hundred years, and he could keep the entire Fareins Kingdom safe for over a hundred years.

With Alfred’s permission, Roland turned around and left, Andonara following after him.

Stephanie stayed in the blue circular boundary, pursing her full red lips slightly as she watched Andonara leave.

After leaving the corner of the palace, Roland took Andonara for a stroll through the night market in the capital before returning to the a.s.sociation of Mages. He didn’t know that because of him, the banquet hosted by the First Princes ended much earlier than planned.

When Roland returned to the quarters the a.s.sociation of Mages had prepared for him, Andonara got busy making dinner. The two of them thought they would have a full meal at the banquet, but they didn’t expect to be back out again within ten minutes of going inside.

And they didn’t want to eat in a tavern or something like that, mainly because Andonara felt that it was her duty as Roland’s woman to take care of his food and shelter when there were no servants.

Roland, on the other hand, sat at his desk and used the system’s notepad to continue deriving magic data.

As his level increased, and as he understood theories and concepts of magic, some of his previous ideas had become outdated, and much of the data had to be updated according to the current level of his character’s attributes.

He had to correct the database.

The Mage was a profession that had to keep up with the times.