114 Omen (2/2)

”I'll head to the secret chamber from last time.”

Two minutes later, Roland sat in a chair in the secret chamber and looked at the parchment in his hand.

The more he read, the more he frowned. Finally, he asked, ”There's nothing wrong with the information regarding the Belly Snake gang, right?”

With his back slightly bent, Gru smiled bitterly and said, ”The Belly Snake gang is our opponent. We know them better than they do. I've personally reviewed this intelligence report, so it can't be wrong.”

The Belly Snake gang had kidnapped Lisa's family, and they were later wiped out by Bard.

”I really didn't expect it,” Roland murmured softly.

Then, he shook his hand and a flame rose on his fingertips, burning the parchment into ashes.

”Get ready and send over a dozen children. I'll pick one or two of the most talented ones, perhaps two or three to be magic apprentices.” Roland stood up. ”This is what we agreed on.”

Gru let out a long sigh of relief. He had been worried that Roland would not be satisfied with the information, but now he found his heart back in its spot. He immediately smiled and said, ”Please rest assured, Sir. We will definitely arrange everything within three days.”

Roland thought about it and said, ”In addition, our teaching is a little strict and there might be slight punishments. I hope you don't mind.”

Upon hearing that, Gru's eyes flashed with a cold glint. ”Sir, don't say that. If the children aren't being attentive, you can hit them. You can use all your might. It doesn't matter even if you kill them.”

Gru meant it.

In this world, the chances of getting the guidance of an official Mage was very slim. If such a good opportunity was presented before his eyes, why would such an idiot be kept alive if they were not to cherish it and let the opportunity slip away?

Be a leech?

Looking at the fierce expression on Gru's face, Roland sighed.

He remembered that when he was in primary school, his father had brought him to school. When he saw the form teacher, he said, ”Teacher, I'll have to trouble you with my child. If he's naughty, go ahead and hit him. As long as he isn't killed, even if his legs are broken, it doesn't matter. He'll be fine after two or three months.”

Roland still remembered his father's serious expression. It didn't look anything like a threat or a joke.

Most of the older generation believed that it was only right for the teachers to punish disobedient students.

The times were different now. A teacher's reprimand could be put online for netizens to judge.

After returning to the Magic Tower from Gray Sand, Roland leaned against the chair and recalled the content of the few goatskin parchments. Many of the puzzles that had initially stumped him were resolved.

He had already locked onto some suspects. It was time to verify his speculations.

But the more things unraveled, the more low-profile Roland was. He did not mention the disappearance of the young girl, as if the case had already been closed.

Then, he devoted himself fully to magic experimentation.

Time passed quickly and another two months went by.

Roland walked out of the magic lab with disheveled hair. It was very difficult to create derivative spells from the Teleportation Spell. He had made zero progress and hadn't eaten for two days.

If not for the fact that the body of a professional was stronger than the average person's, he wouldn't have been able to take it.

Just as he was wolfing down his food, Vivian suddenly came up and said, ”Deputy Chairman, there's a powerful orc-like monster outside. He wants to meet you.”

Hawk was here!

It was time to pull in the net.