Chapter 582 - I’m Not Lying to You
Chapter 582 I’m Not Lying to You
Roland wasn’t too surprised.
Vincent’s post said that Andonara had only taken out one Legend, and the other Legend had escaped.
Several of the Magic Towers had special magical means of communication, which were expensive and not easily activated, but the Legend who had escaped had no problem using magical means of communication to contact Morton when he returned and explain the situation.
Roland couldn’t fake his expression anymore and he smiled. “Mr. Morton, did something happen between us?”
“You’re still pretending?” Morton’s face grew gloomier and gloomier, and his eyes became murderous as if he wanted to devour him.
Marilyn hid behind Roland in fear.
She was just a little scouting cat who couldn’t stand the aura of a Legend.
Roland, on the other hand, looked puzzled. “But… didn’t Mr. Morton say in front of the Great Elder the other day that nothing happened between you and me?”
Morton was dumbfounded, and his aura deflated considerably. Indeed, just three or four days ago, he had acted the fool in front of Alfred and played dumb, stubbornly refusing to admit that he had done something. And now the tide was turning and it was Roland’s turn to play dumb and dumber.
He laughed angrily, then looked at Roland and growled in a low voice, “Very well, very well, how dare you set me up.” It was now clear to Morton that he was completely screwed.
He thought he was keeping an eye on Roland by staying here.
But in reality, it was Roland who was here watching him.
The roles were completely reversed.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. The magic around him was coalescing, and he was about to make a move.
Even if he couldn’t kill Roland, killing the kitty next to him would be good enough.
But at that moment, a spatial fluctuation occurred, and Alfred came directly over with four elders in an instant.
Though they didn’t have Spatial Specialization, these Legends still knew how to teleport.
The five men surrounded Morton at once.
Morton looked at the five Legends surrounding him and said coldly, “Alfred, what do you mean by this. Are you really going to keep me here for Roland, a Master student? Aren’t you afraid that the other Magic Towers will have a problem with you?”
“Well now, what are you talking about?” Alfred looked quite happy as he said with a smirk, “When did I ever say such a thing? Haven’t we always had a good relationship? Nothing has ever happened between any of us, wasn’t that what you said the other day?”
One of the things that people hated the most was to have their tactics used on them by others.
Morton felt sick to his stomach, but he had to endure his nausea and pretend to be calm as he asked, “So what do you mean by this? You’re going to put me under house arrest here?” “No, there are just some things I want to discuss with you.” Alfred beckoned boldly with his hand and said, “Please come with us. It’s something very important.”
At this moment, Morton did not know that a large number of Golden Sons had already assembled outside of Tebesia.
He thought that Barnard was the only one who had died in Roland’s schemes.
But even so, the loss of a single Legend was enough for the Spatial Magic Tower, enough for Morton to be heartbroken for a long time. Since he didn’t know, he chose to go around the Red Magic Tower for a little while longer to see if there was a chance to turn things around.
Roland possessed something he wanted.
A brand new plane, not a plane of the gods and devils, but a pleasant place full of sunshine, woods, and water, a place suited to living. Although it was a magic-free or low magic plane, it wouldn’t be a problem for the Spatial Magic Tower.
At worst, they would simply build a spatial channel to take some of the magic power from the main plane and import it to that world.
And the Golden Son’s secret of immortality was also bound to be in their plane. In any case, as a Legend, as a faithless who may have 30 or 40 years left to live, he was terrified that after death he would be dragged down by the god of the underworld to hang on the Wall of the Faithless.
To avoid this, immortality was the best solution.
It was only when there was truly no way out that he would transform into a lich, an undead creature.
Morton followed Alfred and the other four, and before he left, he stared viciously at Roland for a moment.
…As if he were a fierce tiger about to devour a man.
Roland lifted his head slightly, his eyes half-narrowed, and looked at him with a provocative gaze.
It was Morton who finally moved his eyes away first.
Roland watched the other men leave, and when they were gone, he took the catgirl back to the manor, instructed her not to go out on her own, and teleported to Delpon. Morton suddenly turned back in the distance and looked in the direction where Roland’s manor was located.
As the strongest person in spatial magic in the main plane, he could certainly feel the fluctuations when Roland teleported away. Where was Roland going?
His eyes appeared shifty.
Alfred walked ahead and suddenly turned back and said, “Morton, you are so old that you’ve become stupid, and you don’t do anything sensibly anymore.” “What do you mean?” Morton looked at Alfred coldly.
He was now annoyed with and even hated Alford.
If Alfred wasn’t in the way, Roland couldn’t stay in the Red Magic Tower at all, and he could easily capture him. In such a situation, he could fabricate whatever excuses he wanted.
“You think we don’t know what Roland, the Golden Son, represents?” Alfred looked at Morton with a smile. “A new plane, the temptation of immortality, you think we can’t see that?”
Morton’s expression changed dramatically. “Then why are you still obstructing me?”
“We have investigated the Golden Sons in all aspects, and even invited another Golden Son to study at our Magic Tower in addition to Roland,” Alfred said lightly. “After our assessment, with some time, we realized the Golden Sons generally possess an arrogance to them.”
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“Oh, anyone who lives forever will be arrogant. The elves have longer lives and are arrogant as hell.”
Alfred shook his head. “So it is not too much to say that the intelligence department of the Monochrome Magic Tower should all be dragged into a lava pool and soaked into dregs. To act rashly without investigating thoroughly, you are even more like a fool now.” “I can’t pretend that I didn’t hear this.” Morton looked at Alfred coldly.
They were both Great Elders of a Magic Tower and their status was comparable. Now Alfred was condescendingly reprimanding him for being stupid.
Like an elder reprimanding a child… How could he tolerate this?
If Alfred didn’t come up with a suitable reason, he would attack right now.
A shot of Mage’s Disjunction wouldn’t kill anyone, but it would at least limit the strength of the surrounding Legends. He could leave with ease.
“We at the Red Magic Tower have comprehensively investigated the Golden Sons, from their group dynamic to their habits, world views, and even general hobbies.” Alfred chuckled. “And then we concluded that the Golden Sons’ plane, despite being a magic-free plane, is full of scholars.”
Morton’s eyes widened in surprise.
“They are a group of people who have each gone through at least twelve years of systematic education.” Alford sighed. “It is said that the more powerful ones have more than twenty years of systematic education.”
Morton yelled, “That’s impossible. You are also from a noble family, don’t you know how many resources it takes to train a scholar? Not much less than us Mages.”
“I know,” Alfred said disappointedly. “But it’s true. All of them are literate and understand their written language. And after being in this world for only a year or two, many of them have already mastered Hollevin’s language and write very fluently, even better than most of the nobles.”
Morton clenched his hands. “That’s impossible. How could a world be full of scholars.”
“I can’t say it’s all scholars—they learn and come out and divide their work. Some become merchants, some become architects, but everyone has the basis of a scholar. Our intelligence services have poked around hard and gotten word that all their children will be forced to go to school by state agencies when they reach about six years old, and if their parents don’t comply, then their parents will be held accountable.”
“Do poor people’s children get forced to study too? And the money?” “Yes!” Alfred nodded. “Because most of the resources they spend on reading are paid for by the state for them, and individual families only have to pay a very small portion. Even poor people can afford to take out interest-free loans to go to school.”
Morton was silent.
Alfred continued, “You may not believe me, but this is indeed the information the Red Magic Tower discovered.” “I don’t believe it.”
“It doesn’t matter if you believe it or not. The Golden Son Mages learn the magic in one day that would take three days for our students, and can even deduce many things. You can recruit a few Golden Sons as students at the Spatial Magic Tower as well, and it will be clear.” Alfred thought for a moment and continued, “By the way, the Golden Sons have started a city of their own in the wetlands of Hollevin. If you want to get to know them, you can go there and take a look. I’ll send you the coordinates with a mental message.”
Morton received the coordinates and checked them first, finding that the coordinates were indeed on the main plane’s land, not some other plane, before saying, “I’ll go over there now and check it out-I hope you’re not lying to me.”
“I swear by the truth of magic that there is indeed a city built by the Golden Sons there,” said Alfred earnestly.
A Mage’s spiritual oath did not need to go through a divine testimony. All they had to do was manifest their mental power.
If it was a false statement, the mental power would change.
“I’ll go over there now and take a look.”
Completely analyzing these new magic coordinates, Morton teleported away with a swish.
Only a few spots of magical light remained in the air.
Then Alfred and the other elders smiled smugly.
Quickly passing through a dark black tunnel, he suddenly saw light before his eyes.
Morton almost vomited because of the effects of Long-Distance Teleportation.
He was floating in the air at this time, and there was a huge square-shaped city below him.
Although many areas hadn’t been fully built, the roads had been done perfectly.
Eight horizontal and eight vertical, all sixteen main roads were spacious And off the main road, many smaller streets ran in all directions.
Then outside the city, there were many wooden bird-like contraptions taking off. He slowly floated down, and before he landed, he suddenly saw that many Golden Sons below raised their heads.
At this point, he was only about ten meters above the ground.
He could see that the Golden Sons looked shocked at first and then exhilarated.
They drew their weapons from their Backpacks almost simultaneously.
“Oh sh*t, Wetland City has spawned a boss, a boss with a dark red name.”
“Don’t just stand there, whoever has a Dimensional Anchor throw it over first-don’t let him teleport away like that dark angel did last time. Find me for reimbursement afterward, I’m Moogle, the logistics head of the Fatter Cat Guild.”
Then, instantly, a dozen Dimensional Anchor scrolls were thrown out, blocking Morton from the front and back.
Morton: ???