Seeing that Roland was willing to copy, Tobion nodded with satisfaction, and the bald head seemed to be brighter.

He took a parchment from the bookshelf and put it in front of Roland, saying, "This is the dimensional anchor magic. You have two hours to copy it. I will ask the butler to send the paper and ink to it later."

Then he picked up the staff again and rubbed it gently, looking like he couldn't let go of his love.

Roland opened the book...it was a large and large piece of stitched kraft paper, which looked like a book in a specific folding way.

Turn on the system's own photography function, Roland took pictures of this dimensional anchor spell model from four angles.

Then he said to Tobion, "Okay, sir, I've already written it down."

Tobiang was so scared that his body shook and almost threw the staff in his hand to the ground.

"You actually wrote down these thousands, almost ten thousand nodes?"

Roland smiled and said, "We Gold Sons have a special way to record."

"It's really enviable. Immortality, and now my memory ability is quite strong." Tobion sighed, and the staff in his hand seemed not to attract him so much: "Are you all monsters?"

Roland smiled modestly.

Although the nobles were in tune with each other and didn't want to talk about the Son of Gold in public, these guys were different from ordinary civilians and had no fear of them.

Under normal circumstances, they would have bullied these golden sons like bullying civilians.

But the problem is that the Son of Gold is really not easy to mess with.

It’s just that they are immortal. They are all professionals, and their strengths at the same level seem to be stronger than ordinary professionals.

What’s even more disgusting is that these gold sons are very meddling in other people’s business, and they have to take care of them as long as they don’t like it.

There are fewer golden sons here in the royal city, and it is not very obvious. I came a few times ago and "constrained" the nobles and ran away after a lot of money, not even needing clothes.

It only caused some trouble and discussion.

But the nobles' intelligence collection ability is not weak. They have heard intermittently that two city lords have died in the hands of the Golden Son.

Although the Golden Son still abides by the unspoken rules in the end and does not mean to change the bloodline of the city lord, no matter which city lord or the current nobleman's head wants to die.

In addition, more and more information about the sons of gold coming forward for beggars, and many noble families have had an intuitive impression of them.

A group of strange foreign races with three views comparable to the kind metal dragons.

Such races are very troublesome... Metal dragons often turn into human forms and run to the human world to punish evil and promote good, which is already troublesome enough.

Now there is another group of gold sons.

The lives of the nobles are getting worse and worse.

Tobiang put down the staff in his hand and said, "Where are the two nodes you just mentioned? Speak to me again."

"Here." Roland immediately placed the spell model he had prepared before on the table.

In fact, he had already understood it, but he naturally showed a slanting look when he did a full set of acting.

Tobion is worthy of being a master-level mage. He only glanced at it and said, "These two points are indeed a bit difficult, especially those like you who have just reached the elite level. The key to this point is to transport magic power, and it must be stable and detailed, but at this node, the magic power transmission must be increased. The magic requirements of all nodes are different, you have to grasp the feeling."

"I understand." Roland nodded.

"By the way, can I take a look at this spell model?" Tobion asked suddenly.

Roland smiled and said, "Of course there is no problem, I will give it to you by the master."

"Thank you." Tobiang touched his bald head, feeling a little embarrassed, and then said, "My magic tower has two empty layers, why don't you stay here during this period?"

"No, thank you." Roland waved his hand gently: "I lived in Kaka-Bad and I'm very familiar with him."

"Bad's boy, I heard that he was in trouble recently. Have you come to help him?"

Roland shrugged: "I only knew it after I came, but I couldn't help. I'm just the son of gold, and I have no roots and no power in this world. I can only comfort him by the side. But I heard that he has his own way, and I don't know much."

"Oh, in this case, can you survive the Jedi?" Tobion said with great interest: "Then I need to take a good look."

Roland looked at the sky outside and said, "Hissergeant Tobion, thank you very much for your answer. Visiting you is indeed the right choice. I also want to listen to your teachings again, but now I have some important things to deal with, so I will take it aside for now."

After saying that, Roland stood up.

"Come again if you have time." Tobion nodded with a smile.

Then the butler standing outside came in and led Roland down the magic tower.

The west-side sunlight shone in from the window and shone on Tobion's bald head, bright and clanging.

Very hot and uncomfortable.

If Tobion had been in the past, he would have gone over the window immediately. He didn't like his bald head to be shining by the sun. Usually, he would bring a hood on his doorstep when he went out on a sunny day.

It just so happens that the magic robe usually comes with a head cover. After wearing it, the head is covered and the face is hidden in the shadow of the head cover, which makes it look like a magician.

But now, he was fascinated by the spell model diagram of the teleportation technique in front of him.

Compared with the ordinary teleportation spell model, this spell model has more nodes, and the connection and distance between nodes are more in line with his cognition.

In other words, if you cast the spell according to this spell model, some of the steps he used in the past can be omitted, so as to achieve the same teleportation distance with less mental power.

The most important thing is that this spell model diagram is very accurate. If he can correct his previous spell casting habits, he can control the teleportation distance more accurately.

There will be no phenomenon of teleporting to a rock that is only the size of a palm-sized rock, but teleporting over the head.

In actual combat, this can be teleported to some very complex terrain, which is of great tactical value.

Did Roland make this spell model picture himself?

What a genius.

Wait... Roland's name sounded familiar. He suddenly remembered something. He took out the derivative spell model diagram of the Spell Hand on the bookshelf and saw the name noted behind.

Roland!

Thinking of when he introduced himself just now, he said that he was the president of the Magic Tower of Delboncheng.

It turned out to be him!

"Perhaps we have to advise the General Assembly in the future to limit the channels for the Golden Son Mage to obtain the spell model, so that they cannot make progress too fast, otherwise... there will be no place for us to stand in the future."

He regretted giving the dimension anchor to Roland.

Roland returned to Kaka's manor and saw several carriages at the door.

A group of people were pointing around Kaka in the garden.

Kaka's expression seemed very angry.
Chapter completed!