462 Mages Have to Rely on Their Strength After All (2/2)

The sounds were continuous.

The two noble Mages had now turned pale and their legs were trembling slightly.

However, since magic robes were generally large, no one could see their embarrassing appearance.

”Two.”

The ice on the ground was thickening, and the two noble Mages didn't dare to move. They were even in a bit of a trance under the pressure of Roland's terrifying magic power.

The few Mages who had fled the main hall watched from outside as the frost climbed up from the outer wall of the dormitory's first floor to the third floor in half a second, with no loss of speed.

There was also a large amount of cold white air spewing out from the entrance to the dormitory.

The ice even began to slowly spread from the entrance to the street.

The seven Mages gulped in fear.

”One.”

The ice in the main hall was a little thicker.

Roland started to raise his hand.

This action of his directly awakened the two noble Mages.

As if in a nightmare, these two fell straight to their knees and said almost simultaneously, ”Please wait, sir, we'll pick it up right away, right now.”

They lay down on the ground and dug hard at the not-too-thick ice with their hands.

The coins were frozen under the ice, and they had to break the ice to find them.

It was much harder than it had been.

But they didn't dare say another word.

Roland tsked. ”Pity!”

They shivered all over again as they heard this.

They searched even faster for the gold coins.

Most noble Mages had a common weakness.

They hadn't been through hardships.

They had a lot of resources and were protected by their families, so they grew up without a hitch and hardly ever encountered any serious ups and downs.

They used lots of family resources to level up.

To put it bluntly, they were flowers raised in a greenhouse with good fertilizer and water.

Roland was different… He was bitten to death by a spider before he even left the newbie village.

He killed a lot of people after that and then died twice more.

In the words of the nobles, Roland's hands were actually already covered in blood.

He didn't feel it himself, but among those who hadn't endured danger and bloodshed directly, Roland's murderous aura was extremely heavy.

He released a mental magic power aura with a butcher-like air.

Besides, he had really wanted to kill them.

How could two spoiled sons who grew up on the grace of their family dare to face a tiger head-on?

Roland watched silently as the two noble Mages dug at the ice with their fingers, not daring to stop as the skin on their fingers began to tear and bleed.

At this moment, outside the dormitory, a middle-aged red-robed Mage suddenly descended from the sky.

He couldn't help but appear emotionally moved when he saw the entire outer wall of the dormitory building wrapped in frost.

Then without saying a word, he opened his Magic Shield and rushed straight into the dormitory building.

Then he saw two noble Mages kneeling on the ground, frantically digging at the ice without care for their image as if they were looking for something.

”Bild, Heinrich, what are you doing?”

This middle-aged Mage wore a rather displeased expression.

Hearing his shout, the two noble Mages' entire bodies shook, and they looked at the middle-aged Mage with aggrieved expressions, but still didn't dare to stand up.

”Why don't you get up already? It's improper to kneel on the ground.”

The two noble Mages shook their heads vigorously, still not daring to move.

Their eyes peeked at Roland.

The middle-aged Mage turned his attention to Roland who was standing in front of the two noble Mages. ”Did you make them do this?”

”I didn't.” Roland turned around and smiled. ”They're just helping me pick up the gold coins that fell to the ground.”

The middle-aged Mage's gaze swept over the entire main hall, looking at the layer of frost clinging to the entire dormitory, then his gaze returned to Roland. The expression on his face seemed to soften a bit. ”Young man, you're a magic student, right? What's your name?”

”Roland.”

Roland was ready to lane against this middle-aged Mage.

After all, this man seemed to be a relative of these two noble Mages.

Unexpectedly, the middle-aged Mage's eyes lit up. ”Wait, you're Roland, of the oil- and water-making spells?”

Roland nodded. ”That would be me.”

”Your oil-making spell is very interesting, improved from Grease so that Mages at the bottom end can make a lot of money with this—it's very innovative.” The middle-aged Mage walked up to Roland and spoke quite excitedly, even gesticulating a little joyfully. ”And your water-making spell is also wildly imaginative. I can see that the nodes in the water-making spell are placed quite perfectly, just eight nodes are used, but it is done with very little magic power, opening very small space channels to transport water from other places. Quite a creative idea. Come, since you are a member of the Ruby Class, when a group of us teachers heard you were coming, we all wanted to meet you. After all, it has been more than a hundred years since a spell named after a human creator has appeared.”

He pressed his hands on Roland's shoulders. ”First come with me to the lab in the middle district, there's a node I don't quite understand. Come over and explain it to me.”