109 Misled by an NPC (1/2)

There were very few people who were suited to being Mages in this world, but that didn't mean there weren't any.

In a city with a population of a million people, there had to be at least a hundred or so children with magic talent.

Whether or not they were willing to learn wasn't the point. The main factor was whether they could learn.

The poor children that wanted to learn to read, and commoners that wanted to learn magic?

Even if you scraped together enough tuition, no one would be willing to teach you.

Writing was in the hands of nobles, whereas magic was even more mysterious. They wouldn't even be able to find the right connections to learn it.

But now Roland said he was willing to teach two commoner kids to become magic apprentices. It was no wonder that Gru would be so emotional.

Looking at Gru's excited expression, Roland nodded and said in a soft but certain voice, ”I honor my word.”

Gru straightened up, a feverish excitement in his hazel eyes. ”Rest assured, Sir, that we Gray Sang Gang will do everything to find the information.”

Roland nodded. ”Don't go overboard.”

Gru nodded repeatedly. ”I understand, I understand.”

Roland looked at Gru, who was acting a little meek and subservient and sighed inwardly.

In actuality, when Gru had just arrived, although he appeared to be humble, Roland could see that it was more of an act.

Gru simply feared his strength and status, but inside, he still had a bit of pride.

But now, this bit of pride was gone, leaving only genuine ingratiation and flattery.

Roland had actually seen such a look before. When he was an elementary school student, the whole country was generally not well-off. There was a classmate whose family was very poor, and they couldn't even pay for books and uniforms for compulsory education.

Roland had seen this classmate's father pleading in the teacher's office for more time to pay for the school uniforms and textbooks.

At that time, the father maintained a smile, so humble that his face was buried in the dirt.

Gru's smile now was the same smile that he had seen as a child.

After a short silence, Roland got up and said, ”I'll be waiting for your good news at the Magic Tower.”

As Roland spoke, he began to walk out, and Gru rushed forward to open the door for Roland, bending down to see him off like a servant.

Roland frowned and said nothing more.

He had little understanding of this kind of mentality. For the growth and future of their offspring, it didn't matter how lowly one was and how much hardship one endured.

Roland left the Gray Sand tavern, and it was not until he had gone a ways away that Gru straightened his slightly bent waist.

Meanwhile, the voices in the tavern gradually recovered.

Gru took a deep breath and ran to the top of the tavern, to a door.

The man was counting silver and copper coins, looking quite happy.

Gru flung open the door and rushed in.

Startled, the man turned and took a dagger out of his sleeve, but he was relieved to see that it was Gru.

Gru was so excited that his speech became somewhat incoherent. ”Boss, the Golden Son Roland said that if we help him do something, he'll give us one to two quotas for magic apprentices. Let our children have a go!”

The middle-aged man was surprised for a moment, then he shook his head and said, ”Gru, you sure you're not dreaming? The great mages couldn't possibly give us commoners an apprentice quota—they even look down on nobles a little.”

”Boss, I'm really not lying, trust me.” Gru rushed up to the middle-aged man, grabbed his shoulders, and shook frantically. ”This is our best chance. You have to believe me. Mage Roland personally made the promise.”

Looking at Gru's red eyes and twisted expression, the middle-aged man gradually began to wonder. ”Really?”

”I wouldn't joke about such an important matter, Boss.”