Chapter 631 - Don’t Lie to Me (2/2)

Was he hallucinating?

“Great Elder, I’ve come to ask for guidance this time.” Roland actively explained his question.

“Have a seat.” After listening to Roland’s question, the Great Elder thought for a while and asked rhetorically, “Why don’t you try Lesser Benediction and the magic spider spell in conjunction?”

“Hmm?” Roland was a bit puzzled.

Alfred explained, “I’ve noticed that you have a good habit of trying to enhance certain spells to achieve a multi-functional effect. But, this actually has the downside of being a bit of a waste of time, and since you know Lesser Benediction, you can simply use it and wish for the next spell to have certain effects.”

“But the problem is that… Lesser Benediction has negative effects.”

Alford nodded. “That’s a real problem, but I’ve personally tested it, and Lesser Benediction doesn’t have a significant negative effect when used for spellcasting effects. It’s quite negligible.”

“Really?” Roland was a little surprised. “The book describing Lesser Benediction doesn’t say anything about it.”

“Of course not. This is a small discovery of mine that I didn’t make public.”

The implication was that Roland was so highly regarded by him that he put that little trick out there.

This kind of tip was, oftentimes, the key that determined how strong and powerful a Mage was.

Roland had never thought that Lesser Benediction could also be used for spell effects.

After all, he was not a saint of all things… even Zhuge Kongming made mistakes, let alone him, an ordinary person.

It was normal not to consider everything or to miss certain things.

Roland thought for a moment, and from his Backpack, he took out the spell model of the magic spider and put it on the table.

“Thank you, Great Elder. This is a spell I created myself some time ago, I hope it will be useful to you.”

This was Roland’s self-effacement.

In reality, a “positional eye” that was mobile, with great concealment capabilities at that, was what everyone wanted.

The Great Elder took the drawing and only looked at it for a moment before his eyes brightened.

“Good stuff.” Alfred slapped the table heavily with his right hand. “With this, it’ll be harder for those damn Assassins and killers to get near us, and it’s extremely useful for exploring new areas. Roland, you don’t mind if I make this spell one of the core spells of the Red Magic Tower, do you?”

Mages hated Assassins the most.

There were only a thousand days to be a thief, not a thousand days to prevent a thief.

And even if you had trigger-based counter defense spells from head to toe, a single gold-coated spellbreaking sword could disable most trigger-based spells.

But with this spell, the chances of a Mage being assassinated would drop by at least ten percent.

“Since it was given to the Great Elder, you can do whatever you want with it.”

Hearing this, the Great Elder then felt that Roland was more pleasing to the eye-what a good student, what an understanding child. If the students of this Magic Tower were of such character, there was no need for other Magic Towers!

Unfortunately, a student like that might not come along in a hundred years.

“Don’t worry, I won’t ask for your spell models for nothing.” The Great Elder smiled and said, “I now announce that you have graduated. Also, you now have the qualification as the Red Magic Tower’s mentor in training. After you stay here for five years, you can be promoted to a full mentor. In the meantime, the resources of the Magic Tower will be even more accessible to you.”

I graduated?

Roland froze, but then he was also quite happy; after all, with more magic resources at hand, his magic experiments would be better able to get underway.

He didn’t expect to get such a great deal by giving away a spell model.

Leaving the council chamber, Roland returned to the estate.

Marilyn, who had been sleeping on the grass, immediately pricked her ears. The cute little white cat rushed out of the estate and ran over to Roland, circling him excitedly while rubbing her head against his robe.

Well… she’s becoming more and more like a cat.

Roland crouched down and gently massaged Marilyn’s cat ears with his right hand. She was immobilized by his touch and fell straight to the ground, a purr coming from her chest.

Her eyes were half-open.

After petting for a short while, Roland asked, “Marilyn, would you like to live in another city?”

Hearing this, Marilyn opened her eyes in shock and even jumped back a distance as she panicked a little. “Roland, I don’t want to go, I don’t want to leave. Don’t drive me away.”

“I am not driving you away.” Roland explained, “I have a home elsewhere and will be living here very little from now on, and you have not seen me for some time.”

“Oh…” Marilyn’s ears drooped.

“Your good friend, Maromatha, also lives in that city. I have a property there as well, which is unoccupied for the time being. Will you look after it for me?” Roland enticed her. “Besides, there are many of your people and friends there. It should be a pleasure to live there.”

“Really?” asked Marilyn, a heartfelt look in her eyes.

“Really.” Roland took Marilyn’s tiny, soft, fleshy palm. “I’ll take you to stay over for a few days first, and if you’re not happy with it and can’t get used to it, I’ll send you back,

okay?”

Cats weren’t fond of changing their living environment.

Especially a semi-wild werecat like Marilyn who had been insecure before and now had a good “home.”

But she was more willing to believe in Roland’s words.

After a moment of thought, she nodded. “Master, don’t lie to me… I’ll be very mad.”

She had a timid look on her face, like a little girl about to be abandoned.