Chapter 582 - I’m Not Lying to You (1/2)

Roland wasn’t too surprised.

Vincent’s post said that Andonara had only taken out one Legend, and the other Legend had escaped.

Several of the Magic Towers had special magical means of communication, which were expensive and not easily activated, but the Legend who had escaped had no problem using magical means of communication to contact Morton when he returned and explain the situation.

Roland couldn’t fake his expression anymore and he smiled. “Mr. Morton, did something happen between us?”

“You’re still pretending?” Morton’s face grew gloomier and gloomier, and his eyes became murderous as if he wanted to devour him.

Marilyn hid behind Roland in fear.

She was just a little scouting cat who couldn’t stand the aura of a Legend.

Roland, on the other hand, looked puzzled. “But… didn’t Mr. Morton say in front of the Great Elder the other day that nothing happened between you and me?”

Morton was dumbfounded, and his aura deflated considerably. Indeed, just three or four days ago, he had acted the fool in front of Alfred and played dumb, stubbornly refusing to admit that he had done something. And now the tide was turning and it was Roland’s turn to play dumb and dumber.

He laughed angrily, then looked at Roland and growled in a low voice, “Very well, very well, how dare you set me up.” It was now clear to Morton that he was completely screwed.

He thought he was keeping an eye on Roland by staying here.

But in reality, it was Roland who was here watching him.

The roles were completely reversed.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. The magic around him was coalescing, and he was about to make a move.

Even if he couldn’t kill Roland, killing the kitty next to him would be good enough.

But at that moment, a spatial fluctuation occurred, and Alfred came directly over with four elders in an instant.

Though they didn’t have Spatial Specialization, these Legends still knew how to teleport.

The five men surrounded Morton at once.

Morton looked at the five Legends surrounding him and said coldly, “Alfred, what do you mean by this. Are you really going to keep me here for Roland, a Master student? Aren’t you afraid that the other Magic Towers will have a problem with you?”

“Well now, what are you talking about?” Alfred looked quite happy as he said with a smirk, “When did I ever say such a thing? Haven’t we always had a good relationship? Nothing has ever happened between any of us, wasn’t that what you said the other day?”

One of the things that people hated the most was to have their tactics used on them by others.

Morton felt sick to his stomach, but he had to endure his nausea and pretend to be calm as he asked, “So what do you mean by this? You’re going to put me under house arrest here?” “No, there are just some things I want to discuss with you.” Alfred beckoned boldly with his hand and said, “Please come with us. It’s something very important.”

At this moment, Morton did not know that a large number of Golden Sons had already assembled outside of Tebesia.

He thought that Barnard was the only one who had died in Roland’s schemes.

But even so, the loss of a single Legend was enough for the Spatial Magic Tower, enough for Morton to be heartbroken for a long time. Since he didn’t know, he chose to go around the Red Magic Tower for a little while longer to see if there was a chance to turn things around.

Roland possessed something he wanted.

A brand new plane, not a plane of the gods and devils, but a pleasant place full of sunshine, woods, and water, a place suited to living. Although it was a magic-free or low magic plane, it wouldn’t be a problem for the Spatial Magic Tower.

At worst, they would simply build a spatial channel to take some of the magic power from the main plane and import it to that world.

And the Golden Son’s secret of immortality was also bound to be in their plane. In any case, as a Legend, as a faithless who may have 30 or 40 years left to live, he was terrified that after death he would be dragged down by the god of the underworld to hang on the Wall of the Faithless.

To avoid this, immortality was the best solution.

It was only when there was truly no way out that he would transform into a lich, an undead creature.

Morton followed Alfred and the other four, and before he left, he stared viciously at Roland for a moment.

…As if he were a fierce tiger about to devour a man.

Roland lifted his head slightly, his eyes half-narrowed, and looked at him with a provocative gaze.

It was Morton who finally moved his eyes away first.

Roland watched the other men leave, and when they were gone, he took the catgirl back to the manor, instructed her not to go out on her own, and teleported to Delpon. Morton suddenly turned back in the distance and looked in the direction where Roland’s manor was located.

As the strongest person in spatial magic in the main plane, he could certainly feel the fluctuations when Roland teleported away. Where was Roland going?

His eyes appeared shifty.

Alfred walked ahead and suddenly turned back and said, “Morton, you are so old that you’ve become stupid, and you don’t do anything sensibly anymore.” “What do you mean?” Morton looked at Alfred coldly.

He was now annoyed with and even hated Alford.

If Alfred wasn’t in the way, Roland couldn’t stay in the Red Magic Tower at all, and he could easily capture him. In such a situation, he could fabricate whatever excuses he wanted.

“You think we don’t know what Roland, the Golden Son, represents?” Alfred looked at Morton with a smile. “A new plane, the temptation of immortality, you think we can’t see that?”