Chapter 721 - The Clues Come At Once (2/2)

At this moment, the old woman who had just gone in to get water came out with a glass of water.

A porcelain bowl was used.

Roland didn’t care at first, but after a couple of sips of water, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

It wasn’t so much the water that was wrong, but the fact that he found himself holding a porcelain bowl.

There were also beautiful patterns on it.

In this world, porcelain was a very expensive commodity.

Like the well-made porcelain bowl he was holding—the pattern on it even carried a bit of elven flair.

Roland carefully examined it for a while, and then asked in surprise, “This bowl of yours, where did you get it?”

The old woman laughed. “Picked it up. It’s been over ten years. I have to say, the things picked up on the ground around here are practical—so many years and it’s still broken. And It still looks new.”

“Where did you pick it up?” “In that black field just outside of town on the east side,” the old woman said slowly, her back hunched. “A lot of people have been picking out pots and pans and stuff there.”

“I’ll go over and see, then.” After examining his bowl a moment longer, Roland finally said, “I’ll come back to bed myself in a little while, just lay out the sheets on the third floor.”

Then Roland left.

The old guide called after him, “Master Mage, shall I take you there?”

But Roland didn’t seem to hear, as he left quickly. In a short time, he disappeared into the flow of people in the street.

Beckrum said helplessly, “What an impatient guest. By the way, Sophie, that Master Mage just now said that our grandson might have a great talent for being a Mage.”

The old woman glared at him. “Stop dreaming. When you were young you always wanted to be a Mage, but you ended up going to the big city a few times and running back on your own. Everyone in the village felt ashamed of you, and now you still have the face to mention this?”.

“I am trying to give my grandson a better education in the future. Don’t you think about how much our son has suffered because he can’t read and write?”

The old woman froze for a moment, then said, “Why don’t we wait for our son and daughter-in-law to come back and talk about this?”

“Okay. No matter what, we have to be ready to send our grandson to magic school first; money is the most important thing.”

“Over a decade, at least ten gold coins would have to be saved to barely get him enrolled in the magical academy established in Fareins.”

The old woman listened, then stroked her grandson’s head and smiled quite happily.

Roland went out of the city, then kept going east as the old woman had said, and soon he found the yellow area. After all, it was too easy to find a patch of yellow mud in a world full of blooming pink flowers.

It was as obvious as the bald spot on a programmer’s head, and it was extremely easy to attract the attention of others.

Roland walked over to the yellow mud, felt it for a moment, nodded, and said to himself, “There is indeed a faint residue of magic power. I just don’t know if it’s a sealing point for Jabezo.”

He spread out his mental power and used his mental threads to go deeper into the ground. Although he found quite a few trinkets, such as pottery jars that contained a lot of copper coins…

These weren’t the things Roland was looking for.

After a dozen seconds of searching with his mental threads, he was disappointed. “Although there is magic power residue, it’s not necessarily his doing.”

Roland didn’t think that he would be able to find the enemy as soon as he arrived.

Wouldn’t the first thing someone who had been sealed for hundreds of years did when they came out be to quietly slip away?

“But the magic residue is still there, and I’m guessing it’s not more than a few years old!” As Roland was thinking this, one of his mental threads suddenly made a discovery.

Using Mud to Stone and Stone to Mud, he quickly turned this yellow land over while finding and taking out that particular object.

Roland smashed the pottery jar which contained a lot of money, but then he poured out something even more interesting.

Well over a dozen gems.

Red, blue, green, and many other colors.

If the average person had seen these gems, they would have taken them and sold them for money.

Roland, however, knew that the gems, all of them, were spellcasting mediums.

In other words, there was probably a powerful Mage’s corpse buried under this yellow mud.

Roland was quite careful as he erected his Magic Shield and then started furiously using Stone to Mud.

The ground was gradually parted, and soon, he dug a large hole twenty meters deep.

Then, in the cave, new evidence was found.

A simply structured but spacious grave.

There were many more magic items in this grave.

The old guide had said earlier that here in the plains, there were no Mages, at least none that he had seen.

So the grave in front of him, or the sealed space… was it the place where Jabezo operated?

Roland stood up and jumped into the grave.

It was filled with a faint magic aura.

Not naturally wandering elements, but those being unintentionally emitted.

For example, when casting a spell, it was easy to let the magic power dissipate.

For a Mage, such magic elements were almost indistinguishable from something like body odor.

“Judging by the freshness of the magic residue, this man should have left less than ten days ago.”

Roland turned around in this underground space and found nothing, so he jumped back up.

Then he searched downtown for a while, but found no other magic residue.

That meant the Mage probably left town.

This would make him difficult to find.

Croatia Plain was so vast. No one would know where he was hiding, and besides, the man might have left this small town quite some time ago.

Roland walked around the town, and finally went to the tavern to try and get some information.

It turned out that the taverns here, which were closed during the day, were only open for a few hours at night.

Roland could only go straight back to Beckrum’s house.

At this moment, Beckrum was holding his grandson and arguing with a middle-aged man across the room about something.

Roland walked over to them.

As he got closer he heard old Beckrum shout, “Money, money, money, that’s all you know. Of course I know it’s expensive to send a child to learn magic. But we have at least ten years left now, and with the whole family working hard, can’t we even earn the tuition?”

“Of course we can earn it, but why should we have to save all our money and then suffer from hunger for ten years for the sake of a child? We’ve done him a great favor by raising him. Old man, do you understand?”

Beckrum was so angry that his head was spinning

He rubbed his forehead and gasped.

“And how could a Mage come over to this small place of ours.” The middle-aged man scoffed, “Old man, you’re too old and lost your wit; you’d better not believe a word of this fake Mage’s nonsense.