If not, it will disappear into the crowd on the street.

Beckrum said helplessly: "What an impatient guest. By the way, Sophie, the mage just said that our grandson may have the talent to be a magician."

The old woman glared at him: "Don't dream forever. When you were young, you always wanted to be a magician. As a result, you went to a big city several times and ran back. The villagers all felt that you were embarrassed. Now you still have the face to mention this matter?"

"I want my grandson to receive a better education in the future. Don't you think about it, just because we can't read, how much loss did our son suffer?"

The old woman was stunned for a while, and then said, "Why don't you wait for your son and daughter-in-law to come back and talk about this?"

"Okay, no matter what, we have to prepare to send our grandson to a magic school first. Money is the most important thing.

In more than ten years, at least ten gold coins were required to save him to barely enter the magic academy established by our Frans.”

The old woman listened to her head, and then she touched her grandson's head and smiled happily.

Roland left the city and walked the east as the old woman said, and soon he found the yellow area.

After all, it is too easy to find a piece of yellow mud in a world where almost all pink flowers bloom.

It is as obvious as the Mediterranean on the program's head, and it is also very easy to attract other people's attention.

Roland walked to the yellow mud, felt it for a moment, nodded and said to himself: "There is indeed a weak magic residue, but I don't know if it is Jaberso's seal point."

He opened his mental power and used his spiritual tentacles to penetrate deep into the ground. Although he found many gadgets, such as pottery jars containing a lot of copper coins.

But these are not what Roland is looking for.

After searching for more than ten seconds with his spiritual tentacles, he stood up in disappointment: "Although there is magic left, it is not necessarily him."

Roland didn't feel that as soon as he came here, he could find the enemy.

The first thing a person who has been sealed for hundreds of years has happened to slip away quietly?

"But the magic remains, and it probably took a few years to last!"

While Roland was thinking this, he had a spiritual tentacle and suddenly realized it.

By turning mud into stone and fossil into clay, he quickly opened the real yellow land and found that special thing.

The pottery jar was smashed on the spot by Roland and found that there was a lot of money in it, but then he poured out something more interesting.

A dozen gems.

Red, green, and green.

If ordinary people see these gems, they will definitely sell them for money.

But Roland knew that these kinds of gems were all spell casting media.

In other words, there should be a powerful mage corpse buried under the ground of this earth-yellow mud.

Roland was very careful. He set up his magic protection and began to use fossils to make mud crazily.

The ground was gradually separated, and soon he dug a big hole twenty meters deep.

Then in the hole, new evidence was found.

An empty one, although the contract renewal is simple, it has a lot of underground space.

There are many magic items in this underground space.

The old guide just said that there are no mages in Wuquetia City, at least he has never seen them.

So the tomb in front of you, or the sealed space... should indeed be the place where Yaziso stands?

Roland stood up and jumped into the space.

This is filled with a faint breath of magic.

It is not natural and free, but is emitted by people accidentally.

For example, when casting spells, it is easy to dissipate the magic power.

For magicians, such magical elements are almost no different from "body taste".

"From the freshness of the magical remnant, this person should have been away from here for less than ten days."

Roland walked around the underground space, but found nothing, so he jumped up again.

Then he searched along the town for a while, but could not find any other magical remnants.

In other words, this magician may have left the town.

This is hard to find.

The Croatian grassland is so big. Xin knew that he would hide there, and the other party might have left the town.

Roland walked around the town, and finally he went to the tavern to find out the news.

As a result, the tavern here is closed during the day and will only be open for a few hours at night.

Roland had to go back to Beckrum's house.

At this time, Beckrum was holding his grandson and arguing with the middle-aged man opposite him.

Roland walked over.

As we approached, we heard Old Beckrum shouting: "Money, money, you know money. Of course, I know that sending children to learn magic is expensive. But we still have at least ten years to do now, and the whole family is working hard, can't even make tuition?"

"Of course we can earn it, but why do we have to save all our money for a child and then starve for more than ten years? We give him a great kindness to him. Old man, do you understand?"

Beckrum was so angry that he almost fainted.

He stroked his forehead and gasped.
Chapter completed!