The three Austins sighed and came out of the temple hall, and then went to the mercenary group union.

The small town of Clare.

Since returning from the Dark Mountains, Roland's strength has entered a stage of rapid growth. He simply went into retreat, didn't care about any foreign affairs, except for three meals a day, and spent the rest of his time concentrating on cultivation.

Just two days ago, Roland found that he seemed to have reached a bottleneck stage, and his strength could no longer move forward. Accustomed to this state, he quickly reacted. It is clear that he has reached the pinnacle of the first product. If you want to make further progress in strength, you have to find a way to break through to the second grade.

Roland practiced quietly for two more days, but he had no clue, and he couldn't find an opportunity to break through. Roland was a little agitated.

He simply stopped cultivating, he was too tense a few days ago, and blindly burying his head in hard practice was not conducive to cultivation, and one relaxation was the way to cultivate. When he relaxes and rests for two days, he may be able to find a breakthrough opportunity.

In the past few days, Roland has practiced magic every morning, and in the morning he has gone to the mercenary group to help and deal with some affairs. Spend the afternoon wandering around the small town of Clare. The days became more leisurely.

The winter afternoon air in the town is still a little cold, the snow has not disappeared, and the roofs, chimneys, and side streets are covered with light snow. But the sun is still warm, bathing everything in the air. When there is no wind, the light smoke in the distance is like a veil, stagnant and floats lightly in the air.

Roland strolls through the small town of Clare, where a few children jostle past him. The town is not only home to adventurers and merchants, but also most of the adventurers' families, making up the town's thriving life.

Roland squinted and walked leisurely around the street, this leisurely moment made his mind wander, as if he had returned to his previous life on earth, when he was a child in the welfare home, his favorite thing was to sleep in the afternoon sun. He exhaled softly, shook his head, and stopped thinking about those things. God has given him a chance to live a better life, and he must cherish it.

Continuing on, there is the town's mercenary union, and on the streets near the union, idle adventurers set up stalls with what they have found in the dark mountains, or from exploration or hunting.

In the winter, there is nothing to do left and right, and they are not in a hurry, leisurely leaning against the wall and joking with the brothers who are also setting up stalls next to them, chatting about the interesting stories of the town in the past few days, and not caring about how much the stalls sell.

This was the kind of atmosphere that Roland liked, with no one soliciting business and no chatter in the ears of the sellers, but he could happily stay at any stall and observe what was being sold.

Most of these stalls have nothing precious, and the most precious ones have already been shipped to the city of Klarze to be sold for a higher price. I don't know which cave found strange stones, or the broken weapons obtained while exploring the ruins, and the broken magic and martial arts.

Teacher Wells specializes in fire magic, so he has very little ice magic in his collection, and only later when Roland can practice ice and fire magic deliberately look for some ice magic. However, Roland's ice magic martial arts are still incomplete, especially after he has been promoted to a full-fledged mage, there are very few ice magic that can be practiced.

Roland hopes to find some magic scrolls of ice magic on the stall to replenish them.

There weren't many magic skill scrolls in such stalls, and most of them were just zero-level magic tricks or a ring of magic skill scrolls that could be used when they first practiced magic. The two-ring magic scroll is more precious, and the elemental magic of each system is uncertain, so it is still quite difficult to find a satisfactory ice magic.

Fortunately, Roland was not in a hurry, wandering from stall to stall, sometimes buying a little gadget or magic tricks that he had not learned. Uncle Austin gave him enough gold, so Roland didn't care much about the cost.

The second ring of basic wind magic - enhanced wind blade, the first ring of basic fire magic - fire armor, and the second ring of basic earth magic - mire magic······

Roland flipped through the books, and the small market that was not very large was almost gone. He continued to walk, and in the corner, a knight sat quietly cross-legged on the ground, his eyes closed, his crimson greatsword resting beside his lap. Beams of sunlight fell on him, and a strange harmony arose.

Roland's heart sank, he had also seen this feeling in Uncle Austin, and it was obvious that this knight was also a silver-level strength.

"When did Clair Town also have a lone ranger with the strength of a silver-level knight." Roland thought silently, and a small sense of anticipation welled up in his heart, which had not reported any hope.

Roland slowly crouched down and slowly flipped through the knight's booth.

Suddenly, Roland's eyes lit up, and he turned out a sky-blue scroll of magical skills from a pile of worn-out parchment scrolls. The Second Ring Enters Class Magic—Ionia's Frost Sigh.

"Ionia's Frost Sigh" is one of the more famous skills in the two-ring ice magic, and it is quite powerful, creating a small area of ice and snow with a little hallucinogenic effect. What's more, it is also the precursor magic of the four-ring perfect magic "Ionia's Ice and Snow", which is the classic work of the Great Ice Magus Ionia.

"Senior, what is the price of Ionia's Frost Sigh?" To be able to encounter this kind of magic in such a small town, Roland is a little.

The knight slowly opened his eyes and stared at Roland for a moment, Roland didn't dare to move, only felt that his whole body was probed by someone else. When the flame in the knight's eyes disappeared little by little, he nodded and said, "The strength is okay, and it is not like burying this magic." Three hundred gold coins, no two prices. ”

"Okay, senior, let me go back and get the money." Roland wiped a cold sweat in his heart, fortunately his strength was still visible, otherwise he would not even be qualified to buy a magic scroll.

The knight waved his hand and motioned for him to hurry up. He continued to close his eyes and did not speak.

Roland quickly returned to the mercenary group and retrieved the gold coins, handing them to the knights. Three hundred gold coins is the price in the market, but in fact, second-tier magic is generally priceless, so Roland can be regarded as making a big bargain.

When the knight handed him the sheepskin scroll, he was silent for a while, and then said slowly: "This was originally my friend's magic scroll, and his lifelong hope was to collect the ice and snow of Ionia. Your talent is okay, hopefully you can get that far. ”

Roland silently took the magic scroll, without agreeing or refusing.

With Ionia's Frost Sigh in his hands, Roland no longer had the heart to go shopping. He turned and returned to the mercenary group's station.

As soon as he returned to the mercenary group's station, Roland found that the atmosphere in the station was much warmer, and a small mercenary ran past Rolander and said to him: "Young commander, the head of the regiment is back, you should hurry up and take a look." ”

"What!"

Roland suddenly became excited, he thought of Uncle Oron, and ran quickly towards the station.