Chapter 582 - I’m Not Lying to You (2/2)
Morton’s expression changed dramatically. “Then why are you still obstructing me?”
“We have investigated the Golden Sons in all aspects, and even invited another Golden Son to study at our Magic Tower in addition to Roland,” Alfred said lightly. “After our assessment, with some time, we realized the Golden Sons generally possess an arrogance to them.”
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“Oh, anyone who lives forever will be arrogant. The elves have longer lives and are arrogant as hell.”
Alfred shook his head. “So it is not too much to say that the intelligence department of the Monochrome Magic Tower should all be dragged into a lava pool and soaked into dregs. To act rashly without investigating thoroughly, you are even more like a fool now.” “I can’t pretend that I didn’t hear this.” Morton looked at Alfred coldly.
They were both Great Elders of a Magic Tower and their status was comparable. Now Alfred was condescendingly reprimanding him for being stupid.
Like an elder reprimanding a child… How could he tolerate this?
If Alfred didn’t come up with a suitable reason, he would attack right now.
A shot of Mage’s Disjunction wouldn’t kill anyone, but it would at least limit the strength of the surrounding Legends. He could leave with ease.
“We at the Red Magic Tower have comprehensively investigated the Golden Sons, from their group dynamic to their habits, world views, and even general hobbies.” Alfred chuckled. “And then we concluded that the Golden Sons’ plane, despite being a magic-free plane, is full of scholars.”
Morton’s eyes widened in surprise.
“They are a group of people who have each gone through at least twelve years of systematic education.” Alford sighed. “It is said that the more powerful ones have more than twenty years of systematic education.”
Morton yelled, “That’s impossible. You are also from a noble family, don’t you know how many resources it takes to train a scholar? Not much less than us Mages.”
“I know,” Alfred said disappointedly. “But it’s true. All of them are literate and understand their written language. And after being in this world for only a year or two, many of them have already mastered Hollevin’s language and write very fluently, even better than most of the nobles.”
Morton clenched his hands. “That’s impossible. How could a world be full of scholars.”
“I can’t say it’s all scholars—they learn and come out and divide their work. Some become merchants, some become architects, but everyone has the basis of a scholar. Our intelligence services have poked around hard and gotten word that all their children will be forced to go to school by state agencies when they reach about six years old, and if their parents don’t comply, then their parents will be held accountable.”
“Do poor people’s children get forced to study too? And the money?” “Yes!” Alfred nodded. “Because most of the resources they spend on reading are paid for by the state for them, and individual families only have to pay a very small portion. Even poor people can afford to take out interest-free loans to go to school.”
Morton was silent.
Alfred continued, “You may not believe me, but this is indeed the information the Red Magic Tower discovered.” “I don’t believe it.”
“It doesn’t matter if you believe it or not. The Golden Son Mages learn the magic in one day that would take three days for our students, and can even deduce many things. You can recruit a few Golden Sons as students at the Spatial Magic Tower as well, and it will be clear.” Alfred thought for a moment and continued, “By the way, the Golden Sons have started a city of their own in the wetlands of Hollevin. If you want to get to know them, you can go there and take a look. I’ll send you the coordinates with a mental message.”
Morton received the coordinates and checked them first, finding that the coordinates were indeed on the main plane’s land, not some other plane, before saying, “I’ll go over there now and check it out-I hope you’re not lying to me.”
“I swear by the truth of magic that there is indeed a city built by the Golden Sons there,” said Alfred earnestly.
A Mage’s spiritual oath did not need to go through a divine testimony. All they had to do was manifest their mental power.
If it was a false statement, the mental power would change.
“I’ll go over there now and take a look.”
Completely analyzing these new magic coordinates, Morton teleported away with a swish.
Only a few spots of magical light remained in the air.
Then Alfred and the other elders smiled smugly.
Quickly passing through a dark black tunnel, he suddenly saw light before his eyes.
Morton almost vomited because of the effects of Long-Distance Teleportation.
He was floating in the air at this time, and there was a huge square-shaped city below him.
Although many areas hadn’t been fully built, the roads had been done perfectly.
Eight horizontal and eight vertical, all sixteen main roads were spacious And off the main road, many smaller streets ran in all directions.
Then outside the city, there were many wooden bird-like contraptions taking off. He slowly floated down, and before he landed, he suddenly saw that many Golden Sons below raised their heads.
At this point, he was only about ten meters above the ground.
He could see that the Golden Sons looked shocked at first and then exhilarated.
They drew their weapons from their Backpacks almost simultaneously.
“Oh sh*t, Wetland City has spawned a boss, a boss with a dark red name.”
“Don’t just stand there, whoever has a Dimensional Anchor throw it over first-don’t let him teleport away like that dark angel did last time. Find me for reimbursement afterward, I’m Moogle, the logistics head of the Fatter Cat Guild.”
Then, instantly, a dozen Dimensional Anchor scrolls were thrown out, blocking Morton from the front and back.
Morton: ???