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”Is it very problematic?” Roland asked somewhat curiously.
Aldo nodded. ”Considerably problematic.”
He revealed a contemptuous expression. ”Unlike the majority of the local subbranches, those guys at the headquarters act high and mighty. In their eyes, apart from the holy lands of each kind of magic, any other organizations or people, even subbranches like ours, are regarded as desolate places of magic and its people barbaric. They simply don't find us worthy of their attention. Now that you've handed in that diagram for Hand of Magic, it's the same as slapping them on the face.”
”So they'll be very hostile toward me?” Roland asked interestedly.
Aldo sat down opposite him, twisting his upper body a little to adjust to a more comfortable sitting position. Then, he said, ”They definitely won't believe that such an excessive magic model would come from a sub branch of a remote area—to literally raise a level-zero trick to a level-two spell, this is something that hasn't happened in over several hundred years. That's why… they'll spare no effort to find ways to make things difficult for you, so as to prove that this model of nodes wasn't your making.”
Roland looked at Aldo for a while. ”You seem to want to see such a scene?”
”Of course!” Aldo said straightforwardly, ”I'm a coward—I wouldn't dare to challenge the authority of the headquarters, but you can! I want to watch the people from the headquarters hit a snag, as they break their heads and lose all face at your hands.”
An apparent malicious intent came from Aldo at this moment. His face even had a slightly twisted smile, as if he already saw the end of those people from the headquarters.
Roland observed him for a few seconds and then asked, ”If the headquarters truly wanted to deal with me, they needn't meet me by force. They only need to conceal my magic model. An unknown mage versus a large organization, anyone would be inclined to believe in the latter.”
”if something like this really happened, what would you do?” Aldo asked curiously and leaned forward.
In his tawny eyes, there was a peculiar ray of light, like a sharp intangible blade, its chilling glare threatening.
”Just let them conceal it for now,” Roland said with a smile. ”When I'm stronger, I'll find a few close friends and fight our way to the association to reason with them.”
His words were gentle and light, but they harbored concealed wrath.
”You're that confident that you can deal with the Association of Mages?” asked Aldo, shifting back to his original position and lifting his eyebrows in concern.
”You also know that we can't die. I'll have an infinite number of chances.”
Roland didn't speak and continued to look at Aldo.
Seeing that Roland wasn't going to actively ask him why, Aldo suddenly felt somewhat disappointed. Such an action was uncooperative with his attempt to show off and irritated him greatly. ”It's actually quite simple. Before handing in the node model to the Association, I already offered a model to the Magic Goddess in your name. And the goddess accepted it.”
”Magic Goddess?” Roland instinctively replied with a question.
”Yes, it's said that she created all magic in the world.” Aldo shrugged. ”However, the elves say that the Magic Goddess was only a human in the past! That's why we can't determine whether the Magic Goddess was a human in the past or a god to begin with. But, she indeed rules over the magical elements—this is indubitable.”
”So the Magic Goddess acknowledged this model?”
”Yes,” Aldo said, as an expression of schadenfreude surfaced on his face again. ”For those investigators to conceal your node illustration, they must prove that you don't have the ability to create the illustration. This is just the thing I wanted to see. They'll target you frantically, and after they fail to achieve anything, they might even threaten you.”