Brother Wolf and Lani were both stunned. Yes, we can do that! The man in front of him was the eldest prince of the Golden Tree, the most beloved son of the Eternal Goddess Marika, and the hero of the Ancient Dragon War. The truth that they tried so hard to find but could not find, Roland just needed to ask his mother. Brother Wolf didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and he let go of the last bit of his guard against Roland. He always felt that he had to be a little cautious. After all, this man was not from the royal family of Kalia. He was loyal to Lani. Roland and Lani were only superficial allies. It seems that the relationship can be relaxed a bit. Lani laughed out loud, covering her mouth. "Thank you for your help. We won't act rashly. It's come to this point. We can't give up all our efforts just because of a small matter." "Okay, after a few days, when you have dealt with your affairs, we should go back to the royal city together." Roland didn't expect that he would have to go back.
"Anything else? If not, I'll leave. I'll give you news when I return to the royal city." "Okay, let's go." Lani waved her hand. They are all so familiar with each other, there is no need to be polite, just leave. Roland walked along the corridor and returned to the dormitory. Chapter 110 Volcano School building, study room. Roland sat at the table, sorting out the recipes he had written down yesterday. Miss Dixi stood behind him, put her arms around his neck from behind, and her arm armor pressed against his neck, bringing a cool feeling. He reached down to her neck, held Miss Dixie's slender fingers, and asked. "The key to invisibility is the cloak, right? Why do you have to wear armor all the time?" "I am your highness's bodyguard. I haven't even put on my full armor, which is actually a bit of a dereliction of duty. Darling, you don't mind, do you?" She let Roland touch his fingers and looked at the recipe with him. I really don’t know if the taste of these recipes can be improved if they are handed over to the canteen. Don't waste your dear's kindness. These things can support a small restaurant and are enough to be a chef's secret treasure. Your Highness is so generous. She watched Roland organize the pages of white paper into a book, and even found a piece of cardboard to use as the cover to prevent the paper from getting stained. It can barely be called a book. He kissed Di Xi on the cheek, which eventually turned into a hug. The young man was pressed into a chair, and his white hair brushed against his cheek.
After a long time, when they separated, her figure was covered by the air and disappeared in the room. Roland chuckled and picked up the recipe. I seem to be tired of the scenery of the magic academy: the unchanging dim corridors, the misty lake, and the courtyard under the light of the golden tree. He arrived at Melina's dormitory, which was very close and didn't even take him ten minutes. "Dong dong dong." The knock on the door was crisp, the collision of wooden boards and knuckles made a loud sound without much effort. "coming!" The sound of unlocking the door and the girl's answer were almost synchronized. The girl with short chestnut hair appeared in front of the door and jumped into his sight. Melina smiled faintly, her eyes blessed with gold, revealing joy. "elder brother." "Be good, this is for you." Roland stuffed the recipe into her hands. "I promised you yesterday." Her eyes brightened a little, she flipped through the book and held it in her arms. The three men entered the room and she ran to get Roland some water, but he stopped her. "No need. I won't sit for long." Roland waved his hand and said, "Send it over when you have time. Remember to repay others' kindness." "Well, can I stay and look at it by myself for a few days?" Melina nodded. "Sure, you can just copy one." Roland didn't think that these things were valuable knowledge. They were just things he learned from occasionally watching cooking videos and helping out at home before traveling through time. He smiled, "I brought you to the magic academy because I wanted you to have a better life. You can do whatever you want. You don't have to explain to me." "I understand, brother." She pursed her lips, held the cookbook in her arms, put her hands on her chest, and smiled. It was because of her brother's efforts that she could live under the golden tree and say goodbye to that dark, airtight little room. I can see my brother every few days. It’s already a very happy life. Couldn't ask for more. Roland chatted with her for a while, listening to her talk about the flowers and plants she had recently raised and her acquaintance with the uncles and aunts in the cafeteria, a smile unconsciously appeared on the corners of his mouth. Let Melina's mission end here. There is no need for you to burn yourself and light the golden tree. He said goodbye to his sister and looked forward to her future, hoping that she would live a peaceful life.
-------------- Royal City, Hall of Justice. Unlike the court in Roland's memory, the court at the border was set up in an open space. In addition to the judge's large table, there were also stone steps that could accommodate a thousand people standing. Lakkad was in a bad mood. Being able to marry Tanis originally and marrying Tanis now were two completely different feelings. He finished his work hastily and prepared to go drinking with the soldiers who followed him. Probably just bad luck. Before he entered the restaurant, he saw a red-haired girl surrounded by a crowd of people, followed by a female warrior, who seemed to be talking about something. "let's go." His eyes became gloomy, but he still chose to avoid it. After all, he was just Radagan's son, not Marika's son. The other soldiers looked at each other, you looked at me, I looked at you, and no one spoke. After changing to another restaurant, everyone toasted each other and had a few rounds of drinks. Lacarde couldn't be happy at all. He suddenly realized that relying on his father's power would never be his own. He understood why his brother worshipped both his father and the other King of Elden, Gelfred. Strength is the root. How can I gain strength to be comparable to my father, surpass the knight, and become a hero. He is too weak now, and he must find a way to become stronger. For a moment, he wished he had the power of King Elden so he wouldn't have to worry about that. He held the wine glass, his expression constantly changing, uncertain. At this time, after finishing work, Tanis hurried to the banquet. The warriors made way for him, and Tanis came to his side and drank a little wine with him. His expression finally looked better, mainly because of the news brought by Tanis. "Have you heard, sir? Your brother won a war, and all meteorites stopped falling in the border area. Many monsters can no longer ride on meteorites to the border area. Some people have begun to call him a hero. Winning the war single-handedly is a heroic act." When the news came like a bright beacon that pierced the silent night sky, it instantly illuminated the man's face. He was stunned for a moment, as if time had frozen at that moment, and then a bright light flashed in his eyes, accompanied by a burst of laughter. Lacard had no doubt that this was something his brother was capable of doing. Sure enough, my brother is on the right path. He also wants to follow closely and increase his strength, but how should he do it?
Lakkad shook his wine glass and listened to the congratulations from the soldiers around him. He thought of that strange man. A volcano? He looked around and asked, "I want to go to the volcano. Is there anyone who can help me go there?" Many people responded, but he finally only selected a few people to go to the volcano with him. -------------- Magic Academy, school building. Strands of golden light shone through the gaps in the curtains, lightly leaped over the bookshelf, passed through the stacked books, and sprinkled on the wooden desk, covering a layer of light warm yellow glow. After Roland and Melina separated, they went straight back to the study. As a result, not long after he started learning magic, Tolina came to him. "Brother, let's go out and play." She pulled Roland's arm and shook it. "Brother can fly, but he has never taken me flying before." "Well, it's not impossible." Roland stopped studying and stroked his chin. "Where do you want to go?" Chapter 111 Expectations "Let me think about it." Tolina stopped and asked, "Brother, do you know of a village to the southeast?" "The one below the Moonlight Altar? Platinum Village?" Roland thought of it immediately. "Ah? Did my brother really know?" The faint light shone on her delicate face, reflecting a rosy glow. In Tolina's mind, it was normal for her brother to know. Her lips curved into a wide smile, dimples forming on her cheeks, and her voice rose. "I heard from believers that there is a small village there, where many Sons of Platinum live." "To be precise, it's the first generation of Platinum's Son. To be honest, the second generation of Platinum's Son doesn't look like an intelligent life form." Well, it’s pretty good to withdraw money by transforming the divine body into a sword. Roland added, "Platinum Village, you'd better not expect too much." "Why?" Tolina didn't understand. It was just an ordinary village, what was different? Roland shook his head. "That place is completely devoid of the light of the golden tree. It is always shrouded in dark cliffs and is full of toxins." "Ah? Is it that bad?" Tolina was stunned for a moment, and then she understood where her followers lived. She paused, "Then...should we bring some gifts? Will their lives be very bad?"
"Those who believe in the Golden Tree can still have a meal, and the warrior class can still eat meat. As for those who don't believe in the Golden Tree, or are not accepted, it is common for them to go hungry." Roland knew all these things, and there were many more things he hadn't told me. Because they were not regarded as human beings, the nobles would keep these races in captivity in private. Beautiful women would become playthings, and the stronger ones, such as the Ancestral Spirits, would often appear in private arenas. When the Volcano Residence was built, for unknown reasons, the Son of Platinum was tortured to death. Is Lacarde researching something, developing a torture device, or is he simply enjoying the torture?