Chapter 8

Eventually, Roland managed to eat an uncomfortable lunch with a knife and a fork . Although he appreciated the villagers’ gift, frankly speaking, the food did not taste very good . It was either overcooked or made with the wrong ingredients .

Fried fish with mushrooms and steamed pheasant with tomatoes… Roland would’ve flipped the table if this was served in a real restaurant, but since he was in a game, he had to deal with it .

13Besides, the knife and the fork were made of wood . Their bluntness made it more difficult for Roland to enjoy the food . Actually, only magnates and nobles could afford iron knives and forks in this game .

7Even the plates were made of wood . It was not hard to imagine the poor life of the civilians in this world . The families of the three kids must’ve done their best to provide such an abundant meal for Roland .

3After lunch, the weakness debuff on Roland disappeared . Roland felt agile and energetic again .

It was a strange feeling . When he was weak, everything seemed to be covered in a veil, but when the state of weakness was over, not only was the veil gone, but everything was also much brighter, as if a spotlight shone on the world .

1His mood was much better now that he was more comfortable . Roland observed the cottage that belonged to him now with great interest . The house had a coverage of about thirty square meters . Except for the supporting pillars which were made of wood, the whole house was made up of dry grasses . Even the floor had been piled with grasses .

3The dry grasses were gold and still had the smell of sunlight . Such a house would’ve been highly attractive to tourists in reality, but here, it was just a common cottage .

The cabinet and the bed were simple . They were made of several planks and carried the unique smell of wooden products .

Roland was grateful to the villagers . It would’ve taken him more than a day to build such a cottage, but the villagers had accomplished the task in only slightly more than an hour .

7Now that he had a place to crash, Roland was not in a hurry to go to the city anymore . He decided to stay here and find a job to feed himself first . He wouldn’t go elsewhere until he familiarized himself with the three spells .

Otherwise, he would be killed should he encounter a monster like a giant spider .

Roland rested for a while on the bed . Then, he walked to the back of the church, ready to practice spells .

He summoned Magic Book from the system and looked at the three built-in spells of his character .

Inferior Fireball (level-one spell)

Hand of Magic (level-one spell)

Language Proficiency (level-two spell)

Taking a deep breath, Roland began to activate Inferior Fireball . Same as when he used Language Proficiency, a weird circle with a lot of blue nodes popped up in his head . The starting node, which was bigger than the others, darted out a red line to another blue node .

3Just like the first time, the red line broke off after shaking for a while, except that the consequence was much milder and Roland’s head did not explode this time . He was still as alive as could be, albeit with a minor headache .

“This game is too realistic . It’s so challenging . ” Roland couldn’t help but complain . “How are Mages going to make a living when it’s so difficult to cast a spell?”

Although he grumbled, Roland tried another experiment once his headache was gone, only to fail again . Then, his attempt failed once more ten minutes later .

After repeating this more than ten times, Roland’s nose started bleeding . Yet, Roland covered his nose and chuckled . It was true that failure was the mother of success . Although Roland hadn’t cast any spells successfully yet, he made unexpected discoveries .

A bright halo suddenly appeared above Roland and enshrouded him, quickly alleviating the pain in his head . He turned back and saw Falken walking in slowly .

“Thanks . ” Roland waved at the old man .

Falken stared at Roland as he approached him . He seemed tranquil, but he was greatly shocked deep down in his heart . He could tell that Roland was smart and a natural-born spellcaster . However, the guy’s potential was still beyond his imagination .

Generally speaking, even the most excellent spellcasters had to rest for more than three days when they had two or three consecutive failed attempts to cast a spell, or their brains would’ve been wounded because of the pain . But how many times had this young man failed? At least fifteen, from what Falken had seen . Yet, he still seemed vigorous despite the fact that his nose was bleeding .

2Were all the Golden Sons such monsters?

“Have you discovered anything?” Falken held back his surprise and questioned Roland in a low voice .

“I know what magic is now . ”

Roland extended his hand, and a bright transparent ball soon appeared in his hand . It looked rather beautiful .

“Fiery magic power,” Falken mumbled, enviously and yearningly . Yet, the emotions were replaced by relief only a moment later . “Now that you’ve grasped the power of magic, it won’t be long before you cast a spell . ”

Roland, however, sighed . “There are too many nodes in the spell . I can’t remember them even though I’ve learned how to use magic . Also, it seems that different nodes will result in different magic effects . ”

1His failed attempts had not only taught him how to use magic but also informed him of the relationship between the nodes . However, the problem was that there were too many nodes, and it was hard to control the flow of power, which made spellcasting all the more difficult .

Falken turned around and walked away, not intending to stay any longer . The last thing that a mediocre person would like to see was a rapidly growing genius, which would make the mediocre person jealous . According to the teaching of the Life Goddess, jealousy was a sin .

3Although Falken had left, his voice still came from far away gloomily .

1“The beginner Mages have to chant to cast a spell . ”

Roland stiffened for a moment as if he were hit by lightning . Then, he was greatly enlightened .

He picked up a stick and drew a profile of the nodes on the ground . He observed it intently for a while, before he numbered all the nodes . He was delighted at first but fell silent later . In the end, he became angry .

He threw the wood stick away and cursed at the sky, “You s*itty producers, isn’t this mathematical modeling? Is this necessary? Do you have to make it so complicated? I just want to play a game! Why do you hate Mages?”

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