266 Division (2/2)
There was also a lack of skills against flight.
The wide-range Ice Ring was indeed powerful, but it was a skill that stuck to the ground—the produced freezing effects were all on the ground—and it didn't have much effect on those who loved to jump around.
It had no effect at all on enemies who flew.
Finally, there was a lack of means of regeneration.
He couldn't put all the recovery expectations on the Priest, and in case the Priest got killed first, then the Mage should step up to and heal and regenerate the minimum amount.
So… Roland realized he had taken a detour before.
A Mage should learn more spells to play the role of attack, support, control, logistics, regeneration, and so on before considering the innovation and improvement of derivative spells.
”It's time to go to the capital and buy some miscellaneous magic from the Bear Mage.”
Roland found a time to teleport to the capital.
After seven or eight minutes of routine retching, Roland found Antis again at the city wall entrance.
The two of them went into the small dark room again.
Antis took off his helmet, revealing his pretty, charming trademark of a face.
”Why are you in the capital again? It's at least a fifteen-day round trip from here to Delpon—do you have a lot of time? Are you that unoccupied?”
Roland said with a smile, ”I know Long-Distance Teleportation.”
Antis's hand quivered for a moment, then he spoke oddly. ”Mr. Tobian can't even do Long-Distance Teleportation and he's an Archmage, yet you can?”
”Is it rare?”
”It's kind of rare.” Antis sighed helplessly. ”I used to think I was talented, that no one my age was a match for me in swordsmanship. I always thought so. But then I met Queen Andonara.”
Hmm… Andonara, the youngest Great Swordsman in Hollevin, and her attributes were surprisingly high, with an estimated base growth similar to that of a player.
”And then you Golden Sons popped up.” Antis's tone was a bit depressed.
Roland chuckled, a little proud.
Antis wanted to punch Roland's smug face, but he held back.
He felt that Roland wasn't very good-looking after all. If he punched him again, what if he got ugly and the queen didn't want him anymore?
It would be too cruel—it was better to be kind.
Antis swept away the loose strands of hair on his forehead and said in a rather pitiful tone, ”Forget it, I won't argue with you. The royal family has made some moves recently, and it's related to you Golden Sons.”
Roland felt that he had been looked down upon by Antis, but he had no proof and could only ask gloomily, ”Oh, what exactly? Care to elaborate?”
Antis nodded. ”It's nothing unspeakable. The royal family plans to employ Golden Sons as advisors, or if they are willing to recruit other Golden Sons, they can be promoted to commander, captain, general, and the like. Even… willing to make you ruling civil officials if you have the ability.
Roland was stunned. ”Wait, is your information reliable?”
”Very reliable,” Antis said quite seriously. ”The royal decree has been sent to every noble family and lord everywhere. It's estimated that in five or six days, the official recruitment will begin.”
Roland was silent for a moment, then slowly said, ”The plan of division!”
Antis stiffened immediately.