434 Rothmans Fireball (1/2)

When the old man saw that Roland was willing to come up, he smiled slightly and said, ”Foreign boy, come with me.”

Roland was a little confused when he first saw the old man.

This old man had an exaggerated amount of magic power wrapped around his body, much more than him. But strangely enough, this old man's mental power was quite a mess.

There was a sense of it being divided.

Logically, such a powerful Mage couldn't be in this situation, as drawing a large amount of magic power around oneself required a solid and profound mental power.

This was why this contradiction struck Roland as strange.

The three of them went into a room, the young girl Lamia served a kind of clear soup similar to tea. Roland drank it and felt that it wasn't bad. Although it wasn't tea, it had a similar taste, like black tea.

The old man sat across from Roland, sizing him up.

It was just that his gaze had a sense of scrutiny in it.

Roland let him stare, waiting patiently.

After a while, the old man stopped examining him and said with a smile, ”Foreigner, what kind of magic are you best at?”

”More proficient in elemental types of magic,” Roland said after some thought, then continued, ”Of course, if I had to say one, it's fire element magic that I'm best at.”

He was obviously the best… A large fireball could level the playing field for all beings below Legend.

After transforming into an Elemental Lord, Roland was already qualified to call himself a nuke.

When he got to level ten, a large fireball could probably level the playing field for all beings below Demigod.

This wasn't Roland boasting, it was the truth.

Hearing this, the old man's eyes revealed some disappointment, but he still said, ”I'm also more proficient in fire magic. I'm good at the Five Fireballs Incantation, which is one of the best techniques of our Enchantment Sect.”

”Five Fireballs Incantation?” Roland became interested. ”Can you show me the power… forget it, old man, you are not well.”

The old man laughed aloud, then coughed twice, and Lamia, who had been staying close by, immediately came up and gave the old man a few pats.

”I'm not well enough to use the Five Fireballs Incantation right now, but my granddaughter knows. How about having her show you how?”

Lamia was somewhat surprised, but she looked at the old man's expression and nodded her head in the end.

Roland was surprised too.

This young girl had a delicate body and was equipped with a long sword, and there was no magic element surrounding her body. At first glance, Roland thought she was purely an agile Warrior.

But she could also cast spells?

Was the ancient kingdom a thousand years ago so proficient in magical mastery?

The old man stood up and Lamia immediately stepped forward to assist him.

The three of them went up to the third floor, where Lamia first assisted the old man to a chair before pulling a white headband out of her robe and braiding her long hair into a ponytail.

She appeared purer and more valiant.

The old man revealed a doting expression.

After a glance at Roland, Lamia pulled out her long sword.

Several red streaks of light immediately appeared on the body of the longsword.

It seemed like some sort of spell model's circulation route.

Is this… a magic sword?

Roland grew increasingly interested.

After half a second, five small fireballs were generated simultaneously around the magic sword, while Roland was still unable to see any magical element from Lamia's body.

Another half a second later, the five small fireballs flew forward at the same time, blowing a stone dummy right to smithereens.

The power was not bad.

Several seconds later, the debris moved on its own, flew back the way it came, and then reverted back to the dummy it had just been.

It has self-reparation?