Roland was taken aback by Brittany's surprise attack, but fortunately stabilized his mind in time, quickly recalled the few words he had just heard, distilled the core of the argument between the brother and sister, and replied unhurriedly:

"As a man, I want to say sorry to little Alberton, and I agree with you more on this issue, as the ancient philosophers said, women are born politicians." Fortunately, everyone laughed very loudly, and Brittany, who was as tricky as Brittany, was very satisfied with his answer, and did not try to ask which sage had said this famous sentence, lest Roland have to make up a temporary surname for Mr. Farres.

The sharp-toothed, elf-witted Brittany threatens Roland, fearing that when she finishes her argument with her brother, she will be the target of her cat-like curiosity, and will be chased to the bottom of the matter, and if she says something inappropriate, she will get into trouble. To do this, he had to take the initiative to ask Goodman about the health of Alberton Weinstein, hoping to have a chance to meet the legendary elder and convey the greetings of Sukhoi, a student of the elder Weinstein.

"My father's health has not been very good during this time, he is recuperating at home and closing his door, but you are a rare distinguished guest, I think he is still willing to make an exception to meet him." Mr. Goodman himself led the way through a verandah to the depths of the garden, where he saw a white tower nestled among the flowers: Alberton Weinstein's hermitage tower.

Goodman triggers the Magic Doorbell and explains his intentions, and sure enough, he earns Roland a valuable visit. The moment Roland crossed the threshold, he felt a trance, and immediately realized that the mage tower was a space of its own, a half-plane similar to the "dimensional killing field", and then it was not surprising that the hall on the first floor was much taller and more spacious than it looked from the outside.

The first floor of the mage tower is the alchemy laboratory, a little boy with clear eyebrows is fiddling with alchemy instruments in front of the experimental table, he heard someone coming in, he looked back curiously, he looked at most in his early tens, but he had 6 mage professional levels, after Goodman's introduction, Roland learned that this little guy's name was Raven, and he was his youngest son.

Raven was concocting a magic potion, and his little hands skillfully shook the flask containing the light blue liquid, and then added a drop of silver liquid, and the flask automatically floated. Raven grabbed the flask and used a rope to hold it to the top of the table, so that the flask could not float higher, dragging the rope and swaying in the wind like a glass balloon.

Roland raised an eyebrow in surprise, recognizing that the little guy was concocting a "flying spell" potion—the highest-level magic potion that could be concocted by conventional alchemy. Judging by Raven's skillful technique, he has fully mastered this subtle technique.

"Raven, go and ask grandpa to come down." Goodman said as he stroked the little boy's hair.

"Okay." Raven walked upstairs quickly, and soon helped an old man down, and very sensibly moved an armchair for his grandfather.

Old Mr. Weinstein, who was in his nineties, and whose hair was as white as snow, looked frail as he struggled to get up from his armchair to greet visitors.

Roland had always heard about the old man's poor health, but he couldn't understand why such a serious illness could happen to a legendary mage. In any case, legendary mages have too many means to maintain their health and prolong their lives, and an archmage in his nineties is not too old.

The moment he saw Weinstein, he had a vague understanding. This venerable old man was not weakened by natural aging, but more like he had exhausted himself in decades of hard study, giving the impression not only of physical exhaustion, but more seriously of exhaustion, that he had lost the enthusiasm of his youth for life itself. Or to put it more bluntly, the old man is really a little "tired".

"Thank you very much, Mr. Weinstein, and I hope my presumptuous visit has not disturbed you too much."

Roland bowed respectfully to the old mage, which was the courtesy that the other party deserved. Alberton Weinstein's remarkable achievements and fame were not earned by good fortune, not to mention his leading role in the historic process of bringing the world of Varess to the beginning of the magical industrial revolution, and Roland admired Roland for his extraordinary personal prowess.

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Class level up to 35! Not to mention that there is no comparable opponent in the Yashan Empire, looking at the entire Varestianyu can be called a super powerhouse second to none! At this moment, in Roland's eyes, the thin old man curled up in the armchair opposite, as if he might choke at any moment, was like a brilliant giant! Fortunately, the old mage has a creed to stay away from politics, otherwise as long as he is alive in the world, the Far Easterners will have to continue to endure the arrogance of the Yashan Empire.

"Sukhoi...... That clever ghost is also a lot of age now. Listening to Roland convey the greetings of his former protégé, the old mage smiled rarely, "I heard little Alberton talk about the new magic airship developed by Sukhoi in the Far East, the genius of the idea, the great achievement, young man, when you go back, tell Sukhoi that the teacher is proud of him, and I wish him an early achievement in the field of aviation to surpass that of my bad old man." ”

"I will convey it truthfully, and I also ask you to take care of your health."

Roland's earnest blessing made a trace of emotion flash in the old man's eyes, and he suddenly leaned forward, and said in a low voice in his ear: "I heard about you summoning the electors of the gods to upgrade the Beacon Mountain spell network, Far East Cloud Network, what a big deal!" ”

Roland chuckled in his heart, and he was at a loss for a moment.

The old mage smiled and patted his arm: "This era belongs to you young people after all, I am already old, I don't want to be a stumbling block on the way forward for young people, you don't have to be afraid of me." ”

Having said that, Roland's heart was still furious.

"Young man, you are a good friend of Alberton Jr., and a friend of our Weinsteins, no matter what happens in the future, please don't forget my words, friends treat each other with sincerity, and compared with eternal and precious human feelings, political right and wrong are just dust that passes with the wind."

"I will take your teachings to heart." Roland could see that Alberton Weinstein was viscerally averse to politics. The old man has already achieved fame, but he can stay away from Vanity Fair and be a recluse, but his own career has just started, and he can only continue to roll in this whirlpool of deceit.

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