160 White Amber (2/2)

But Vivian didn't think much about it. She directly picked up a small white animal from the pale pink bed and placed it in front of Roland like a treasure offering.

”Look, this is White Amber!”

It was a small animal that Roland had never seen before, about the size of an adult domestic cat, and its pure white, snowy fur looked quite beautiful. It looked a bit like a puppy, but its ears were long like rabbit ears, except they hung down and stuck to the sides of its head.

It also had a long tail, like a fox's.

It looked cute and pretty.

Roland looked at it for a while and asked, ”This is your pet, right?”

”Yeah.” Vivian nodded vigorously. ”The White Amber is a relatively rare species in the Elf Forest that possesses many special abilities, such as natural healing, swift movement, as well as the ability to summon vines and the like.”

Roland said in surprise, ”This already counts as a type of magical beast, doesn't it?”

”That's right. White Amber was bought by my father for my companionship when I was a child, and then when I grew up, he wanted me to contract with it.”

Roland shook his head. ”I can't take that.”

”I want you to contract it.” There was a hint of pleading in Vivian's expression. ”White Amber is old, and if it doesn't become a magic pet within two or three years, it will die. But there's no way I can become an Elite-level mage in five years.”

This little thing's eyes suddenly opened slowly. Its irises were beautiful, a pale gold like clean, flawless amber—no wonder it was given the name White Amber.

Vivian smiled bitterly as she finished her sentence.

Roland understood what Vivian meant.

After any animal became a magic pet, their lifespan was theoretically unlimited, but only in theory, of course. Their lifespan was limited by the survival of their owner.

If their owner died, they would follow suit.

Of course, they could also be killed by their enemies.

So it was only a theoretically infinite lifespan, as the vast majority of mages would eventually die.

Except for the magic genius Mystra, who had yet to become a god back then.

If Roland contracted this White Amber, it would be able to continue living.

Roland looked at Vivian's slightly tilted face, a pleading expression showing in her eyes.

”All right.” Roland agreed indifferently.

To him, it didn't matter which kind of magic pet he contracted, and the fact that this would help Vivian was a good thing in itself.

”Then wait for me for a moment.”

Roland took out the book on Summon Magic Pet and sat down on a chair beside him, and began to study the spell models in the book.

Summon Magic Pet was a level-two spell, and under normal circumstances, it was recommended that one only start learning it after level five, which was the Elite level. After all, contracting a magical beast was very dangerous, and if one was not careful, one's mental power would recoil—if the recoil was light, one would end up lying on their back for a short period of time, and if if the recoil was heavy, one's head would explode.

But that was relative; Roland, as a player, had no such affliction.

Moreover, his comprehension wasn't bad. The spell couldn't be more difficult than Language Proficiency that was the same level, and most importantly, Roland had been studying magic all this time, and he already had a certain understanding of how it worked.

One could make progress if one tried, and most of the models of magic were traceable.

After Roland sat idly in Vivian's room for nearly an hour reading a book, he stood up.

”We can start.”

Vivian placed the small thing in her arms on the carpet covered with animal skins.

The little thing seemed surprised to leave her warm embrace and looked up and around.

Roland crouched down and put his right hand on the right side of his forehead for a while, then pulled out a blue, translucent gelatinous object.

And then this thing, held in his hands, became the size of a ping-pong ball.