472 What a Dilemma (2/2)
”Probably around fifteen.”
”What about their race?”
”A cat-human.”
”Gender?”
”Female!”
After a brief daze, the servant said, ”Sir, you're truly lucky. The cat-humans are already extremely rare, not to mention a female one.”
Was there anything special about female cat-human?
Roland was slightly confused, but he still looked calm, as if owning a female cat-human was nothing special.
The servant took a breath and asked again, ”Which level of collar do you want, sir?”
”What does the level represent?”
”A collar of higher levels means that the slave is important to you. Usually, other people wouldn't dare to do anything to them.”
Roland realized that such a collar was an indicator of the slave owner's wealth and power. It informed others that the slave owner was rich and powerful and they should probably think twice before they did anything to the slave.
”I would like one of the highest level.”
”Got it.”
Noting down Roland's requirements, the servant slightly bowed and said, ”Please wait a moment, sir. We'll offer you the collar immediately after we record it.”
”How much does it cost?”
The servant lowered her head. ”Ten gold coins.”
So expensive!
Roland frowned. But then, he took out the gold coins and gave them to the servant.
Holding the gold coins with both hands, the servant lowered her head and retreated.
About ten minutes later, the servant was back again with a black wooden tray. On the top of the tray was a collar purely made of gold and silver, with a key next to it.
There were magic stripes on the collar and the key.
They were obviously magic items. No wonder they were so expensive.
”This is the collar and the key. Please take them, sir.”
Roland stored the collar and the key into his backpack before he returned to his manor.
The catgirl squatted before the stone building and gazed at the clouds in the sky.
Hearing Roland's footsteps, she suddenly jumped to her feet.
At this moment, Roland was walking in while examining the collar.
The magic array on the collar was very interesting. Roland could understand some of the nodes, but most of the nodes were encrypted in special ways. He had no idea what those nodes were for.
Stopping before the stone building, Roland looked at the catgirl and gave her the key as well as the collar. ”You can put it on. Keep the key well and don't lose it. I'm told that it's unique.”
Stunned, the catgirl stared at the white collar that she was holding. She swallowed and said, ”This is a silver collar. Master Mage, you are really… Thank you!”
Marilyn, the catgirl, raised her head. Her green eyes were brighter and brighter.
Roland didn't know what the silver collar meant for the catgirl. He only wanted to study magic at this moment.
At the same time, at the meeting of the Council of Elders, Murphy slapped the model of the self-exploding fireball spell on the table in front of everybody.
He said solemnly, ”I tried this spell last night. It's very powerful.”
”It's just a level-two spell. Is it really worth it? You can only make one proposal in a year, and you wasted it on that.”
”Not just one year, I would've gladly wasted it even if I could only make one proposal in ten years. Now, as the convener of this provisional meeting, I demand you read this paper, all right?”
The other elders all looked at Murphy, confused. But they didn't say anything in the end. The elder who was closest to the paper grabbed it.
”I'm going to see what this is about and how you can be so sho…”
The elder shut up after he read the paper for a while. He became more and more serious and grave.
Five minutes later, he slapped the table. ”Interesting. The combination of those nodes is truly genius. None of the nodes are redundant. Each of them have their own effects and they can enhance each other.”
”Let me take a look.”
The elder to the left of this man seized the paper. A moment later, he became delighted and surprised the same as the first elder.
Swish!
The paper was taken by another man, and several minutes later, the next elder grabbed it.
About twenty minutes later, the paper finally came to Alfred the Great Elder.
He took five minutes to read the paper carefully. Subconsciously squeezing his nose, he closed his eyes and was silent for a moment, before he said, ”What a remarkable kid.”
”So, Great Elder, initiate the Talent Migration Plan. We have to keep Roland in Fareins even if it's against his wish, or we'll need to destroy him.”
The Great Elder, who had been squeezing his nose in frustration, said, ”The agents I deployed have sent back intelligence regarding Roland. It's very tricky. We can only persuade this kid gently, and we mustn't force him to do anything.”
”Why?” asked Murphy in confused.
”Because he is one of the Golden Sons.” Alfred heaved a sigh. ”They're a tricky race who recently emerged.”
All the elders looked at each other in bewilderment. They had never heard the phrase before.
”This is the intelligence on Roland.” Alfred threw out a small notebook and then a bigger one. ”This is a general introduction to the Golden Sons. You all can take a look.”