101 Clever Like Me (1/2)

Roland chatted for a while with other mage players in the group and learned about the current state of most mages.

For example, currently, the majority of mages were unassociated mages. There were very few like Roland who belonged to an organization, and unlike Roland, they didn't immediately sit in high-ranking positions. Most of them were idling in the position of magic apprentice, while a very small portion became official mages, their benefits decent, but incomparable to what Roland received.

Because they usually mastered only one or two spells, they were currently only slightly better than the magic apprentices, and an extremely few number of people reached the entry-level of an official mage.

In contrast, Roland's starting point was too high in comparison.

Roland was level four, almost nearing level five, and most importantly, although Roland only grasped a few spells on the surface, counting the derivative spells, he could use at least over twenty spells.

It was no wonder the other mage players would view him as the gang leader of mages.

After answering many questions thrown out by the group members, Roland closed the group chat, left his house, and rode a public bike to the saber arts club.

Today, the weather was not so good. The sky was covered in dense black clouds, seemingly about to pour heavily.

The air felt quite muggy.

By the time Roland arrived at the saber arts club, everyone had already eaten breakfast and their bowls were cleaned.

Roland was a little disappointed. He had tried his best to rush over on the bike, but he was still late. This was mainly because he had such a good time chatting with the group members and forgot about the time.

Currently, he was still practicing the basics of miaodao arts, such as how to move the saber and how to breathe while holding it.

These things looked very insignificant, but the more that they seemed so, the more Roland knew that what Qi Shaoqiu taught was genuine.

Although the boxing club's techniques weren't bad either and allowed him to establish a basic fighting strength in two to three months, in terms of depth, it was clearly not as strong as what Qi Shaoqiu was teaching.

Even just practicing these basic skills, moving the wooden saber that weighed 1.5kg to 2kg from left to right for a whole morning was quite exhausting. If he was hungry, he wouldn't be able to endure until the end of the training session.

Just as Roland was thinking about ordering takeout, Night Tide Sands, who was in the large shed for her routine watering and cleaning, saw him, put down her bucket, and walked over to him. She asked, ”You didn't have breakfast, right?”

The sweet, faint osmanthus fragrance entered his nose.

”I didn't.” Roland nodded as he pressed the delivery app on his phone. ”I was caught up with something.”

Roland was somewhat surprised. ”There's breakfast left over?”

Looking frigid, Night Tide Sands nodded. ”Come over.”

The two of them went into the kitchen. Night Tide Sands took out a big plate from the cupboard. There were hot spring rolls, dumplings, and a bowl of dry noodles.

The spring rolls and dumplings were fine, but the dried noodles were white, without any oil or seasoning.

How do I eat this? Roland wasn't used to eating dried noodles.

Roland frowned. At this moment, Night Tide Sands took out a bowl of soup emitting the light aroma of Chinese medicine from a heat preservation pot and poured it onto the dried noodles.

In a flash, a bowl of delicious warm noodles came out.

”Eat slowly,” Night Tide Sands said in a calm tone.

Roland obviously saw that Night Tight Sands had reserved this for him. He said with a smile, ”Thank you.”

”I won't save it for you next time. Remember to come early.” Night Tight Sands left the kitchen after she said this.

This... Is someone who's cold on the surface but soft on the inside? It doesn't seem very cute.

However, she looked quite pretty, and also had class, somewhat different from ordinary girls.