499 A Rare Kindred Spiri (2/2)

He retraced his steps to the magic fountain, as it was quite interesting in its design.

The phenomenon of siphoning was prevalent in nature and was not a profound principle, but it was interesting to apply the siphoning principle to the flow of magic.

Roland had tried to apply this, but pure magic power was not affected by atmospheric pressure, which meant that under normal circumstances, the flow of magic could not produce siphoning. How did this man do it?

Roland came over just to see how the magic fountain worked.

It would be even better if he could secretly tear down this magic fountain!

As a result, as soon as he arrived, he saw three young Mages standing nearby as well.

They were discussing theoretical knowledge about magic.

As they discussed, they had an argument.

As I said, the wind element is essentially the manipulation of air currents, and it should be a force field spell, not an evoking spell because it is not a transformation of magical elemental energy, just a flow of energy. The young man with short black hair shouted, Wind elemental magic should be categorized as a force field spell, not in evocation!

But that is the decision of the Legendary Mages. The young man with short blond hair and grey magic robes said disdainfully, Who do you think you are to overrule the decisions of the Legends?

The other brown-haired youth nodded and said, Thats right, Menon Boris. Dont think that just because people praised you for your genius a few times youre really an omniscient sage. As impressive as you may be, can you be more powerful than a Legendary Mage? The black-haired young man sneered, What? The Legendary Mages were able to overturn some of Mordenkainen and Melfs theories and say that they were wrong, so are their theories completely right? By your logic, I cant say that the Legendary Mages are wrong because I dont have enough of a reputation and am weaker. Then why can they say that Mordenkainen and Melf are wrong!?

What!

Their argument had been turned against them.

The other two were speechless.

The blond youngster snorted. Boris, I dont want to argue with you. You should know that even if youre a genius, your ideas and concepts are completely on the wrong path. Magic isnt for messing around with these miscellaneous toys that please women and children. Magic fountains, what a ridiculous thing. Magic is supposed to be used to deter enemies and change the layout of the worldyoure too small-minded. If you dont change your mind one day, youll just sit at the bottom of the well, looking up at the stars, never jumping out. The three of us grew up together, progressed together, and we dont want you to stray from the right path of magic and get further and further away from us. I want you to lead the two of us forward again.

Lets go.

The two youngsters left, leaving the black-haired young man standing alone by the magic fountain.

Roland walked over and asked, Is this magic fountain your work?

The black-haired young man was contemplating when Roland suddenly spoke, startling him. He then sized up Roland and asked, A friend from outside?

Cant I be a new student here?

The black-haired young man smiled confidently. New students can only come in after a year. Besides, I have a good memorythere are 13,274 people in the entire Association of Mages, this includes the servants. Everyones faces are imprinted in my head, but not yours.

This memory is a little freakish.

Roland didnt know if this person was bluffing or not, but he just assumed it was real for now. He exclaimed, What a genius! With this memory, learning anything is definitely twice as effective with half the effort.

Its all right. The black-haired young man sized up Roland again. Can you show your identification? There are quite a lot of spies in the Association of Mages lately.

As he said that, Roland sensed that this black-haired young man, Menon Boris, had already been surrounded by extremely subtle magic fluctuations, and the spell was one step away from taking shape.

Roland took out the blue card from his pocket and dangled it.

Menon relaxed.

The subtle magic fluctuations disappeared as well.

Friend, may I ask where you are from and your name? Menon didnt have much interest in Roland, most of his mind was still thinking about what his friend had just said.

Roland smiled. Roland, from Hollevin, a Golden Son.

Menons eyes lit up. Golden Son? The rumored immortal Golden Sons? Youre not an imposter, are you?

Roland was somewhat surprised. Are people impersonating us? They are. Menon nodded vigorously. Immortality is a terrifying trait, and people generally dont want to offend you, so some people want to use that for some purpose, like threatening others before a battle. But a fake is a fake, and you can test it out when you try.

Test how?

One gold coin for a small piece of your flesh and blood. Menons eyes seemed to glow. I want to study how your blood and flesh is different from us ordinary people. My family isnt very wealthy, so I can only offer one gold coin, which is almost all of my savings already.

This young man is a research maniac. Roland became interested as well. Theres no problem in giving you a piece of flesh, but I dont want gold coins. Then what do you want?

Roland pointed to the magic fountain next to him. Whats the principle of how this thing works? I want to know that. Deal?

Deal, of course! Looks like youre also someone who loves to study the nature of magic Wait! Menon suddenly remembered something. Roland, thats a familiar name, let me retrieve the memory Huh? Oil-making and water-making spells?