Chapter 774 - You’re a Little Weird Today (1/2)

A small spatial ring was placed in front of Casulefin.

Then the old Mage turned to Roland and said respectfully, “Three hundred top-quality magic gems, each of which will cost no less than one gold coin, some about three gold coins. The total price is about 700 gold coins.”

Roland nodded. That was a high value indeed.

Seven hundred gold coins were enough to reestablish a mid-level noble family.

But whether the victims were satisfied or not was another matter.

He looked at Casulefin and asked with his expression what she thought.

Casulefin nodded. She was a maidservant and had never seen such a large sum of money, so naturally, she wouldn’t have any second thoughts about it.

“That’s it, then.”

Roland didn’t want any more trouble. After all, Aldo would be satisfied with just saving his illegitimate son.

Roland saving a mother and daughter could be counted as a bonus.

Hearing Roland’s words, the old Mage sighed in relief, his expression looking as if he’d been granted a new lease of life.

A Mage like Roland with a floating city could destroy a country by himself, not to mention a small family of Mages.

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Roland took Casulefin out of the Association of Mages, then summoned a soft white cloud for the two of them to stand on, and slowly flew up into the sky. Casulefin was a little scared and stood next to Roland, not daring to move.

The little girl was so excited at this point that she even ran to the edge of the white cloud and looked down, then ran to the other side and looked down, and finally ran around the whole white cloud.

This terrified Casulefin as she screamed for the little girl to keep still in case she fell.

“Don’t worry, there are barriers at the cloud’s edges. Even if a dragon swoops in, it may not be able to break through.” Surprised, Roland looked at the little girl running around in front of him, then asked, “What’s her name?”

“Yadseer.” Casulefin looked at her daughter and smiled very gently. “Aldo said she has the talent to be a Mage. I wanted to set her on this path when she was six, but…” Roland nodded.

The girl was indeed gifted, as expected of a Mage’s offspring.

As she walked, she was already absorbing magic on her own.

It was weak, but the absorption would slowly increase her body’s affinity for magic, and later on, when she started learning magic, she would have a better starting point than the average magic apprentice.

“Let me be her teacher.” Roland smiled.

Aldo sort of helped him get into magic, and his daughter had a talent for magic, so he naturally had to support her.

“Thank you, Mr. Roland.” Casulefin let out a long sigh of relief, as she was thinking about how to make Roland her daughter’s teacher.

She could even commit herself to him.

But Roland had volunteered, so there was no need to bother. With her mind eased, she asked, “Mr. Roland, where are we going now?” “Aldo said he has an illegitimate child.” Roland looked into the distance. “He said to take care of him as well.”

“I’ve been meaning to ask…” Casulefin looked at Roland expectantly. “You keep saying Aldo asked you to come, is he not dead?”.

“He’s dead! I met him in the Divine Realm of Magic.”

Casulefin quickly became despondent, and after a while, she wiped her eyes and said, “It’s good that at least he’s still living in the divine realm.”

For most commoners, it was an absolute blessing to enter the divine realm after death.

So Casulefin was in a slightly better mood, just a little more lost at the thought of a seemingly dark future without her man. Soon flying above the village of Tasha, Roland landed about five hundred meters away from the village so as not to scare the villagers, then walked in with Casulefin and her daughter.

After questioning a lazy villager sunbathing at the entrance of the village, he found Kardashian’s home.

Outside the simple small thatched house, a family of three was doing farm work.

The only thing that grew in the desert was the prickly pear, the thing called red fruit in the exterior.

They were picking red fruits.

The little boy reached for the red fruit surrounded by spikes and was accidentally pricked, his hand retracting.

The man saw it and cursed. “If you can’t even pick the fruit well, what good are you? Just eating and sleeping all day?”.

Not feeling relieved after saying that, the man walked over and kicked the boy to the ground.

The woman with the white scarf wrapped around her head was concerned, but she didn’t dare to speak.

“Bigby, don’t think I don’t know you’re a damn bast*rd. When you grow up two more years, I’m definitely going to sell you for some money. Peh.”

The man and the woman were dark-skinned, as typical of the sand people.

But the boy’s skin was a light wheat color, even leaning more toward white, and at first glance, he was not an authentic native but a mixed race.

Two authentic sand folk producing a half-breed-anyone who wasn’t a fool would know there was something wrong with that.

The man’s irritability and anger were also understandable.

Roland watched from behind them, intrigued.

This woman was not pretty, one might even say a bit ugly, and her only virtue was presumably that she was hard-working and good for bearing children.

What exactly happened for Aldo to have a child with such a woman?

He was a Mage; it was easy to get beautiful women to fall for him.

The little boy stood up with a confused look on his face, then was kicked down again.

The man didn’t feel relieved and was about to stomp more when Roland spoke up.

“Since you don’t like the boy, how about selling him to me?”

The sudden voice startled the two peasants, who turned around and saw the pale green glow of Roland’s magic robes and his light complexion, and knew that a big shot had come.

The two subconsciously knelt. In Urganda, the prestige and dignity of a Mage were much higher than that of a noble.

“For sale?” asked Roland, smiling as he walked up to them.

“For sale!”

“Not for sale.” This was the woman’s voice, and she raised her head with a pained expression. Roland looked at the man. “How much?”

“Just give whatever you want, my lord.”

Roland laughed. “The purest little mind of a peasant. Not bad. For five silver coins?”