This is a slum, with ragged poor people everywhere, with muddy and dirty roads. Roland and Beta, one wearing magic robes and the other wearing noble clothes, were all fine and tender, and no matter how they looked, they were inconsistent with the style of the painting. Therefore, they were secretly watched by others, but when the eyes of the two people were moved, the poor people who peeked at them would pretend that nothing had happened and continue their own affairs and work.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward.

Roland stood up and said, "I'll report to the Magic Association. You can protect that girl for a few more days. If no one comes to cause trouble for her in a few days, it's best to find a way to get their whole family to move to another city to ensure safety."

Beta looked at the fire clouds in the sky and said with some embarrassment: "I'm afraid they won't listen to me."

"If you don't listen, forget it." Roland said lightly: "We can't protect them for the rest of our lives. They are unwilling to leave. If something really happens, it's their own choice. At most, we will find a way to avenge them afterwards."

Beta looked at him in surprise: "Brother Roland sounds a bit cold."

Roland smiled: "This is a very normal view. We cannot give all our kindness and enthusiasm to strangers. If we have to give all our strength to strangers, then how far should we do to those close to them so that there will be a difference between the two?"

After hearing this, Beta thought for a while and said, "Then I will stay with them for two more days, and I will persuade them to leave in two days. If they don't leave, I will leave myself."

Seeing that Beta had listened to his words, Roland turned around and left the place.

About twenty minutes later, he came to the Magic Tower Square.

The milky white magic tower looks majestic and magnificent in the sunset, with a mysterious style that makes people unable to look away.

Roland walked towards the door of the Magic Society, and the two guards stood in front of him again.

But this time, Roland took out the bronze seal.

Looking at the flame pattern on the bronze heraldry, the two guards immediately moved away.

With a complete magic robe, Roland walked into the gate and saw the interior of the magic tower, as bright as daylight.

Below the feet are blue-white stone slabs that are smooth and almost like mirrors, and you can clearly see the reflection of people.

A special crystal emitting white light will hang at a certain distance beside the white rough rock wall.

There was almost nothing in the hall.

Only in the center of the hall is a light gray wooden staircase that rotates to connect the second floor.

Roland walked towards the stairs, but at this time a man quickly walked down from above.

He is a young man, and he is probably no more than twenty-three years old.

Short black hair, brown eyes, eagle-girl nose, very vivid pupils, wearing a gray magic robe. When he saw Roland, he was stunned for a moment, then came over with some inquiring expressions and asked, "Is it you..."

He did not regard Roland as an illegal intruder.

This is a magic tower. Only when people get tired of their brains will they think of running to the magician's territory to cause trouble.

Moreover, Roland was wearing a magic robe, so he was of course the same.

So the young people have a very good attitude.

Roland took out his bronze emblem again: "I'll join the association."

When the young man saw the heraldry and heard Roland's words, he immediately shouted excitedly: "Are you going to join us in the Son of Gold?"

"You can call me Roland." Roland put away the emblem and asked with a smile: "May I ask your honorary name."

"I am Cross." The young man's expression still seemed very excited: "His Excellency Roland, we have been waiting for you for a long time, please follow me."

He took the initiative to lead the way, and his speech speed began to become fast: "His Excellency Roland, you don't know how difficult our magic association is now!"

“It’s very difficult… is it short of money?”

Roland looked at the surrounding environment. Whether it was the numerous strange crystals used as light sources, or the stone floor that looked very high-end on the ground, they all felt like a big dog. Will such an association be short of money?

"It's not a matter of money." Cross said as he walked: "It's because our association lacks a teacher. The president has endless things to do all day long. After all, the Magic Tower has a lot of external work that he needs to deal with, and he doesn't have much time to teach us in the association. Now our more than a dozen apprentices rely on self-study, but magic is too difficult. In a few years, we have hardly made much progress."

The two of them had already walked up the stairs.

Roland was stunned after hearing the words, and he said blankly: "What do you mean, am I here to teach you?"

"Yes." Cross said naturally: "President Aldo specially asked us to come and explain it to us. We are all waiting for you to come anxiously."

Roland immediately smiled bitterly: "But I am just a novice of magicians, and I don't even have much basic common sense. How can I teach you?"

Cross suddenly turned around and said seriously: "Although I am still a magic apprentice and cannot be as powerful as you. But I agree with Teacher Aldo's words. Magic does not require common sense!"

This...is something really reasonable.

"Actually, I joined the association just to learn more." Roland felt that he should make things clear so that these people would not be disappointed in the end: "I really don't know magic very much. Even so, are you willing to learn things from me?"

Although there are many things that don’t understand about magic, Roland is also a little confident. After all, he has been practicing magic hard for a while and dare not explain much knowledge theory clearly. However, at least he has a lot of experience in controlling magic elements and mathematical modeling of magic.

If these people are willing to learn, they are willing to teach.

"Of course. You are too modest, Lord Roland." Cross's eyes were filled with anticipation: "Teacher Aldo said you are a formal mage and you are almost at the elite level. And we are just magic apprentices, you are much better than us."

While the two of them were talking, they had already reached the second floor.

Unlike the empty first floor, there are many rooms and doors on the second floor, which makes the "roof hall" on the second floor look a bit small. Of course, in the middle, there is still a spiral staircase leading to the third floor.

"Please wait!"

After making a gesture, Cross immediately ran to a counter next to the stairs and roared a bell with a faint magical light.

A crisp and nice jingle sounded.

Not long after, the same sound came from the third and fourth floors.

Resonant metal?

When Roland was just thinking this way, several doors were pushed open, and several people wearing the same magic robe walked out. Men, women, young and old were both.

And there were several footsteps of different severity and weight.

Several men and women magic apprentices ran down from the upper floors.

Soon these people gathered together and stood in front of Roland and Cross.

They looked at Roland with anticipation and excitement.
Chapter completed!