Roland was a little surprised, he could see that the Red Magic Tower was more of a 'genius in the world', and even the green-skinned orcs could be brought in as mages, but it didn't make sense to look down on the cat people with obviously higher intelligence.

"Why are you cat people being treated as slaves?"

Catwoman's white fluffy ears hung down, and even her tail hung down to the ground.

"Because decades ago, one of our cat mages led a struggle, but failed, and then the cat people became slaves."

Although Catwoman didn't say much, Roland could already hear a lot of meaning from this sentence.

The resistance led by the Cat People failed.

What is being fought against, from the current nationality composition of the entire Red Magic Tower, combined with the matter of the green-skinned orcs yesterday, you can guess one or two.

Sure enough, no matter where it is, the squeeze is a wish.

"Do you want to go outside in the open?"

Catwoman nodded, of course she wanted to.

Since she was sensible, she has not communicated with people for a long time, including her own relatives.

Because once the ownerless cat appears, it will be arrested, especially the female meow.

She had almost been caught by that old mage before, and if Roland hadn't come back quickly, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

"Then you can pretend to be my slave."

When Catwoman heard this, her expression immediately became hesitant.

Roland shrugged and asked her to think about it slowly, and it was normal for the other party to be wary.

Back in the stone building, Roland opened the three third-level spell drawings, looked at them all, and then put them aside.

All three spells are pretty good, but for Roland, the priority isn't that high.

The current task is to learn the magic array.

As long as he learned how to make a magic array, Roland felt that he could do quite a lot of manipulation.

And the functionality of the first and second level of magic is enough to meet all the needs of daily life and combat times.

The high-level magic that followed was just an enhancement.

If you lay the foundation, it will be easier to build a tall building.

So he's not in a hurry.

He had done a lot of data analysis that night, and the learning of the magic array was more difficult than he had imagined.

The amount of data involved is far more than second-level magic.

That night, Roland was just populating the wrong database.

The next morning, when he was out for class, he found the little catwoman standing in front of his door.

Her green eyes were bloodshot, and she looked a little tired, as if she hadn't slept all night.

Seeing Roland come out, Catwoman looked a little nervous, she hesitated for a while, and when Roland was about to get impatient, she finally spoke.

"I'm willing to pretend to be your slave."

After saying this, Catwoman felt that all the strength of her body had been used up, and she couldn't seem to get much angry.

Cat people are sensitive creatures who are naturally curious about everything, but they are also very wary of anything other than their loved ones.

It's a proud creature with a slender heart.

It's hard to win their trust.

Roland didn't win Catwoman's trust, Catwoman was just gambling.

Bet Roland is a good guy.

She'd been in this place by herself for too long.

She wanted to go back and see her mother, stay with her openly, and walk the streets generously and not be taken away casually.

And Roland is the only person who has not shown ill will towards her in the past ten years.

Roland looked at Catwoman's uneasy expression, smiled, and asked, "I don't know what your name is?" ”

"Marilyn." Catwoman's white hands were wrinkled together: "Because I am a commoner, I have no surname." ”

"I know, you're here waiting for me to come back."

Roland bypasses Catwoman and exits the manor.

Today is Triton's class, and it's all basic magic theory, and Roland has long understood it, so it doesn't matter if he goes to it or not.

Besides, the teaching of the Red Magic Tower, in fact, is quite casual, it doesn't matter if the students come to class or not, anyway, they are all adults, and they are responsible for themselves, and at this time tomorrow, if you fail the exam, it is a matter of withdrawing from the class, and you have to wait five years later, together with the new students, before you are eligible to enter the classroom again.

Roland went to the shopping street in Dongcheng and found a shop with purple silk hanging on the door.

The plaque reads 'Magic Shackles'.

This is a slave certification shop.

It was one of the private businesses of a certain patriarch.

Necklaces for controlling slaves can be bought here, and only the necklaces sold here have an authoritative 'effect', otherwise many untouchables, not to mention their identity and household registration, are not even counted as slaves.

It's no problem to be beaten to death on the street as a spy.

So, many times, this necklace is also a disguised protection for people who have no identity.

Roland entered the shop, his feet on the black hardwood floor.

The shop was large, with a black counter at the end, a few gray chairs for resting, and a few tables.

When I saw Roland, a maid with a decent appearance and a white collar around her neck greeted her.

She smiled sweetly, "Your Excellency, are you here to buy a necklace?" ”

Roland nodded.

"Then please take a seat."

After Roland sat down, the maid stood respectfully in front of Roland and continued to ask, "Excuse me, how old is the wearer of the necklace?" ”

"It's estimated to be about fifteen."

"What about race?"

"Cat people."

"Gender."

"Female!"

The maid was stunned for a moment and said, "Your Excellency is really lucky, cat people are already very rare, I didn't expect you to have female cat people." ”

Is there anything to say about the female anchor man?

Roland had some doubts in his heart, but his expression was still very calm, as if having a female cat man was just a very ordinary thing.

The maid took a breath and continued to ask, "So how many levels of necklace do you want?" ”

"What's that saying?"

"The higher the level of the necklace, the more you value this slave, and ordinary people don't dare to mess around."

Roland understands, to put it bluntly, it is a display of financial resources and identity, which can be regarded as an advertisement and deterrence.

Tell others that the owner of this slave is very wealthy and may be very powerful, so don't mess around.

"Then the most upscale one."

"Understood."

After writing down Roland's request, the maid bent down slightly and said, "Your Excellency, please wait for a while, and when we make a record, we will immediately present the necklace." ”

"How much?"

The maid hung her head: "Ten gold coins." ”

It's so expensive!

Roland frowned, but he immediately took out all the gold coins and handed them to the maid.

The maid held the gold coin in both hands, bowed her head and slowly retreated.

After about ten minutes of waiting, the maid came again, holding a black wooden tray with a necklace made of pure gold and silver, and a key beside her.

The necklace is engraved with magic patterns, and the key is also there.

It's obviously a magic item, no wonder it's so expensive.

"This is the necklace and the key, please accept it."

Roland put the necklace and keys in his backpack and returned to the manor.

The little cat woman squatted in front of the stone building, staring blankly at the clouds in the sky.

Hearing Roland's voice, she jumped to her feet.

Roland walked in while looking at the necklace at this time.

The magic array on this necklace is very interesting, Roland can barely understand some nodes, but more nodes are 'encrypted' with special methods, and I can't understand what it does.

Roland stopped in front of the stone building, he looked at Catwoman, handed over the key and the necklace together, and said, "You can wear it yourself, the key will also be kept for you, don't lose it, I heard that there is only one." ”

Catwoman waited to look at the white necklace she was holding in both hands, and she swallowed: "Silver necklace, Master Mage, what are you ...... Thank you! ”

Catwoman Marilyn looked up, her green eyes getting brighter and brighter.

Roland didn't know what the silver necklace meant to Catwoman, and he just wanted to continue studying magic now.

In the Senate, Murphy slapped the node drawings of the self-detonating fireball on the table in front of several others.

He said very seriously, "I tried this spell last night, and it is very strong. ”

"It's just a second-level spell, is it necessary? Waste your only proposal slot this year. ”

"Don't say a year, even if it's ten years, I'm willing to waste it, and now I'm forcing each of you to look at this drawing as the convener of the impromptu meeting, understand?"

Several senators looked at Murphy with inexplicable looks, and in the end they didn't say anything, and the senator closest to the drawing reached out and picked it up.

"I'll see what makes you make such a fuss......

The patriarch looked at it for a while, and immediately shut up, his expression becoming more and more serious and solemn.

After about five minutes, he slapped the table: "Interesting, the combination of these nodes is simply a stroke of genius, there is no trace of superfluity, all nodes have their own effects, and they have an impact on each other." ”

"Show me."

The nearest patriarch to the left of this person snatched the blueprint, and after a while, his expression became quite surprised, just like the previous patriarch.

Swish!

The drawings were snatched by another person one by one, and after reading them for less than a few minutes, they were snatched by the next person.

Twenty minutes later, the drawings finally reached the hands of Grand Elder Elford.

After he spent five minutes reading it carefully, he subconsciously pinched the bridge of his nose, closed his eyes and was silent for a while, and said, "What a great boy." ”

"So Great Elder, start the talent transfer plan, and if you use the strong one, you have to tie Roland to our country of France, otherwise you will destroy him."

The Great Elder, who had been pinching the bridge of his nose and looked quite distressed, said, "Regarding the matter of Roland, the person I sent out before has already sent the information back. Things are very troublesome, for this kid, we can only use gentle means, and we must not use strong ones. ”

"Why?" Murphy asked, puzzled.

"Because they are children of gold." Elford sighed, "A new, very troublesome race? ”

The patriarchs looked at each other, they had never heard of the word.

"This is Roland's intelligence." Elford first threw out a small notebook, and then threw out a large notebook: "This is the general information of the entire group of the Children of Gold, you all take a look." ”