Don't hit people with a smile.

Roland looked up and down at the middle-aged mage. He knew very well that the next thing could not continue.

In this case, if you force it, the situation will reverse.

After all, the other party is a teacher, and when he surrenders on behalf of the two noble mages, if Roland refuses to give in, public opinion will be very unfavorable to him.

The maid was rescued and had achieved her goal.

However... the ending of what should be done is still necessary.

Roland said to the middle-aged magician: "Sorry, I just came here and haven't even entered the dormitory yet. Can I talk about the magic nodes later?"

The middle-aged magician smiled disinterestedly and said, "That's a pity, but it's understandable. Lord Roland, please remember, I will wait for you at Building 17, Sixth Street, Midtown. You are welcome to come and visit at any time."

"Thanks."

Roland smiled at the middle-aged magician, then squatted down and said to the two noble mages who still dared not look up: "This time you have good luck, someone will come to save you. But I don't believe that your luck will be so good every time. Next time you see me, it's better to hide as far as you want, otherwise I don't guarantee that you will give face to others."

Roland retracted his mental power, smiled at the middle-aged magician, and then walked upstairs.

After Roland's footsteps disappeared from the stairs, the two noble magicians breathed a sigh of relief, and then sat on the ice ground.

"I'm scared to death." Bilder, the noble magician whose robes were wet by the maid, said with pale face and lingering fear: "Uncle, what's the origin of this man? Even you have to give him face. You are a master, and you are still a teacher."

Another magician put the dozen gold coins he had picked out on the ground, and sat down, looking at the middle-aged mage with curious eyes.

The middle-aged mage hooked his fingers and said, "Go to my place and take a few days off to avoid the limelight."

The two of them were stunned, and then they realized something.

Bilder said in a hoarse voice: "Uncle, don't exaggerate it, you have to hide from him if you come forward?"

The middle-aged magician still said the same thing: "Let's talk about it when you go back."

Bilder and Heinris stood up and obediently followed the middle-aged magician.

As Roland retracted his magic, the ice in the dormitory building began to slowly disappear and turn into water.

The entire dormitory building became extremely wet. The seven magicians who had escaped returned to the main hall, looking at the wet ground, with different expressions, but no one had any objections.

More than a dozen gold coins were divided into two stacks and placed on the ground, and no one dared to take them away.

Everyone looked at it for a while, but in the end someone walked over, picked up the two stacks of gold coins, and placed them next to the stairs.

Then everyone dispersed.

Roland went up to the sixth floor and found Room 602. He shook it in front of the door lock with a black wooden sign. The door opened.

Magic resonance...is quite interesting.

The dormitory is a single room, and the space is not too large, only about forty square meters.

The furniture inside is complete.

There is no problem living alone.

He first folded the quilt and sheets on the wooden bed, put it aside, then took out his bedding from the system backpack and spread it on the bed.

Finally, lie on the bed, lying in a comfortable large font shape.

Then I entered the forum and started to swipe posts and kill time.

At this time, Roland didn't know that his name began to spread in this red magic tower.

The middle-aged magician Jose brought his two nephews back home, letting them sit down first, and then the smile on his face immediately became serious: "Before you come, hasn't anyone at home told you that when you come to the Red Magic Tower, you must be low-key? This is what you want to be low-key?"

Heinris lowered his head and said nothing.

Bilder defended: "Uncle, it's not that we were deliberately looking for trouble, but that the boy named Beta is really hateful. If I punish a maid who made a mistake, why should he jump out and stop it? It would be okay if the maid was a beautiful woman, but the maid was ordinary, Beta jumped out and was sick. If he didn't jump out, the bastard named Roland would not have a conflict with us."

For Bilder, it is normal and reasonable to punish a maid severely.

So he felt quite wronged.

The middle-aged magician sighed: "It's really nothing wrong with punishing a maid, but if someone comes out to support the maid, you can't sell personal favors to him? Connections are not about beating or scolding, but you have to give people face first to build it up."

Bilder whispered: "I'm just so angry. I can refute my face for a maid. I'm probably not a big shot."

The middle-aged magician sighed, and he was completely desperate about Bilder's emotional intelligence.

Heinris asked at this time, "Who is that Roland? Cousin, do you know him?"

"I don't know him, I just heard his name." The middle-aged magician explained: "He uploaded oil-making and water-making techniques in just two or three months. The magic goddess recorded these two spells and named them with his name."

Heinris and Bilder were both quite surprised. They knew very well that in the past 100 years, the Magic Goddess has rarely included spells prefixed with creators, and now they have included two at once. You can imagine the value of these two spells.

The middle-aged magician continued: "Just as I said just now, whether it is oil making or water making, its spell nodes are quite simple and simple. Even a magic apprentice can learn it with snacks. Not to mention Roland's peers, even among our generation of teachers, not to mention Roland's peers, there are not many people who can do this."

Bilder was a little dissatisfied: "Maybe he was just lucky, and when he was inspired, he suddenly made these two magics."

"You think you are making money by creating a spell. As long as you are lucky?" The middle-aged magician angrily shouted: "There are only two kinds of things like spells and no one, and there is no so-called luck."

Bilder scratched his head embarrassedly. Although he was not convinced by Roland, he really didn't dare to force his uncle.

Heinris thought for a while and said, "Uncle, do you think this person can be attracted to our family? We can give extremely excellent rewards, for example, how about making him a Francis?"

"Impossible." The middle-aged magician waved his hand: "I heard that Roland is still the son of gold. You should have heard of these people's bullshits."

The air in the room suddenly became silent. After a while, Pild said slowly: "If I knew he was the son of gold, I would leave on the spot and never let him encounter anything bad about me. No wonder cousin, you let us hide for a few days first!"

The middle-aged magician sneered, "Now I know you're scared?"

Bilder smiled awkwardly.

Heinris felt like he was sweating coldly.

The group of Sons of Gold has been in this world for two years.

In the past two years, they have done a lot of things and made a lot of fools, but they have also... made their own reputation.

Even though only occasionally the sons of gold came to the State of Francis, the aristocratic families of the State of Francis also had a certain understanding of this group.

After all, the Mercenary Union, an organization spread all over the world, effectively conveys important information.

Now, almost all noble families in Fransri know that the creatures of the Son of Gold are quite meddling, and they are usually very kind and don’t even talk back when they are ridiculed.

But once they see "injustice" or bad things, they will stand up, meddle in other people's business, and do what they think is right.

Whether you are a civilian, a gangster, a merchant, aristocrat, or even a royal family... as long as they think you are wrong, they will take care of you and dare to take care of you.

Nowadays, many nobles who like to kill people at will have their heads removed by the Son of Gold.

Many robbers and robbers entrenched in the mountains were cleaned up by the sons of gold. It is said that many times, they just heard that there were robbers who abducted the villagers, so they spontaneously went to help save people, like a saint.

They wanted to kill the maid just now, no wonder Beta jumped out.

No wonder Roland is so strong.

It is estimated that they had triggered what the Sons of Gold called "beeping" at that time.

Because when players say "task", they will be automatically converted into such a sound.

Therefore, the residents of this world are also doing good deeds, treating the shielding sound effects of players when they say they want to "do tasks" as a noun.

After hearing that Roland is the son of gold, Beta may be, Belder and Heinris decided to admit defeat and hide at their uncle for a few days before going out after Roland's anger fades away.

Time passes day by day.

Roland hid in Room 602 and rested, browsed the forum, and did magic experiments. She was so happy.

And rumors about him gradually spread.

After all, Roland's oil making technique has been really ‘hot’ recently.

The mage is a very money-consuming profession, so the children of the great noble family naturally don’t worry about magic resources.

But for the vast majority of magicians who came from middle aristocrats or lower aristocrats, money is still extremely short of money.

A powerful magician is very rich, but that is after he is powerful.

In the early stages of learning magic, magicians had no way to make money.

Most mages borrow money from relatives or invest in the disciples of the great nobles, and exchange the future for the learning funds needed now.

But after Roland's oilmaking technique came out... they finally had a way to make money.

The price of Star Realm insect oil is quite high. It is no problem to spend five or six days casting spells and then selling them.

Moreover, Astral Worm Oil has many uses, whether it is used for cooking oil or as a high-end fuel, it is a top-quality product, and it can even be used to do some more sensual things.

Extreme consumption.

So even though many people have mastered the Astral World Worm Oil, its price has not dropped.

Many low-level magicians who are short of money have obviously experienced much better during this period after learning this spell.

So they were quite grateful to Roland who created this spell.

After Roland clashed with two noble mages, his name was also known by others and slowly passed on.

Seven days later, school was about to start. Roland came out of Room 602 and walked to the main hall. He found that there were many more students here.

Moreover, when many people saw him, their eyes immediately became much more enthusiastic.

"Look, that's Roland."

"It's true that he looks like a genius, almost the same as I imagined."

"Good guy, I heard that the water creation technique was created to facilitate us low-level magicians."
Chapter completed!