459 Recruitmen (2/2)

The fake citizenship probably wouldn't fool the Association of Mages of Fareins.

It took another month and a half or so before Roland finally returned to Delpon with Andonara.

The round trip took three months.

For Roland, it was a great waste of time—time was money and life.

But for Andonara, it had been an extremely sweet three months or so.

She was beside herself with happiness having spent three months alone with Roland.

Returning to the Magic Tower, Vivian first reported on the affairs of the past three months, and finally placed a peculiar piece of magic paper in front of Roland and said, ”Half a month ago, someone left this behind, saying that it was the Red Magic Tower's admission certificate and that if you could solve the puzzle on it, you would get a free admission.”

The Red Magic Tower?

Roland's eyes lit up. Is this another way to reach the end goal?

The Red Magic Tower was supposed to be a magic organization that specialized in evoking magic, but Roland preferred to enter the White Magic Tower that specialized in transmutation magic or the Monochrome Magic Tower that specialized in spatial magic.

But that didn't matter, as it was good enough to have a place to learn about new magic theories, and when he got the chance, later on, he'd find the other two organizations.

Roland took that red cardboard in his hands.

Solve the puzzle on it?

Roland looked closely and noticed that the red cardboard sheet had a dense pattern of golden threads and nodes.

This is… a spell model?

Roland's eyes lit up.

It certainly was a puzzle, and it was a real entrance exam.

Someone with a smattering of knowledge wouldn't be able to understand the structure of the spell model, and even if they could barely understand it, they wouldn't be able to parse it and cast it successfully in a short amount of time.

But for Roland, this stuff wasn't even an issue.

In the past two years, he had parsed an unknown number of spell models and knew how to improve and create his own.

This entrance exam was extremely simple for him, just like a middle schooler doing addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division calculations.

He spent half an hour parsing the lines and points of the spell model, and then he simulated a three-dimensional model in his mind and finally infused it with magic power.

In less than two hours, Roland had managed to cast this spell.

The red card in his hand lit up then expanded and cracked and finally turned into a two-meter long floating ark.

Roland was hyped all of a sudden.

Dang!

When you doze off, someone brings you a pillow.

This spell was primarily an application of transmutation magic.

Although it was just a mass replication of red paper and then combined into cardboard bound together to create a floating ark, it had a levitation magic array engraved on the bottom of it and a special wind magic array as its driving power.

It sounded simple, but the mass replication of paper was the conversion of magic power into cardboard matter, which was essentially transmutation magic.

As for the two magic arrays under the floating ark, exquisiteness aside, just the fact that they could be compressed into the spell model of the previous small piece of paper and automatically unfolded and shaped after the spell was used showed that someone in this organization was extremely good at the skills of transmutation and compression.

Such a skill, at least, was not something that the current Roland could come up with out of thin air.

He lacked the theoretical know-how in this area.

Roland made the ark smaller again, turning it back into a piece of paper, and then began to study the spell patterns and nodes on it.

The more he studied it, the more he realized that this little piece of paper had two words written on it.

Simplify.

Concise.

He was definitely going to the Red Magic Tower.

Roland greeted his friends and helped them arrange their posts before taking the floating ark and flying away from Delpon.

Andonara and Vivian both waved reluctantly from the top of the tower.

With Roland gone, there was no telling how long it would take for him to return.

After all, a Mage's path to knowledge was difficult and time-consuming.

But Roland knew Teleportation, so it wasn't hard for him to come back if he had the time and wanted to.

The floating ark's flight speed wasn't very fast, at least not as fast as his Human Cannonball combo technique.

But Roland didn't know the location of the Red Magic Tower and had to let the floating ark navigate itself.

After flying for about three days, passing over mountain ranges and the sea, Roland arrived on another continent.

A continent that was completely paved with yellow sand.

An entirely desert world.

After the floating ark entered the sea of sands, it flew for half a day and then slowly descended downward.

At the same time, Roland saw several other red arks flying in from other directions.

These red arks were also descending toward the ground along with his own.

Roland laid down on the edge of the ark and looked down to find a sea of yellow sand and nothing more.

But when the ark was at an altitude of about a hundred meters above the ground, it suddenly seemed to have passed through a thin layer of magic.

Then suddenly a small city appeared below.

Among the criss-crossed paths, black dots were walking around.

An illusion boundary?

Roland narrowed his eyes.

[1] Refer to Kenja Time, kenja means sage