From Wild Mage to Wizard King

Hela opened the window, and bright sunlight shone in from the window. The gray crow on her shoulder also screamed excitedly in the sunshine.

"Morning."

Behind her, Roland climbed out of bed, yawned and said lazily.

Hela turned around, with most of her body still bathed in the sunlight, and showed a small smile.

"Good morning."

Roland blinked his eyes, and when he shook his head and woke up a little, Hela had already returned to her normal appearance.

"What's wrong?"

She looked at Roland and asked doubtfully.

"No, it's nothing."

Roland shook his head, walked to the table and sat down, and replied casually.

Hela blinked and walked to sit opposite Roland.

Roland said while sorting out the messy materials and scrolls he left on the table last night.

"What do you want to eat this morning?"

"What do you want to eat?"

Hela asked rhetorically.

"Well, good question."

Roland paused, continued to clean up, and added.

"I don't know either. Let's go outside and take a look. Maybe there's something delicious."

"Um."

Hela nodded and silently packed up the books on the table.

She put a bookmark that Roland made for her on the book she hadn't read last night, closed it, and sorted all the reference books around her.

After both of them had packed up, Roland waved his hand and put everything into the space ring.

Roland was worried about leaving his things here at the hotel.

After all, there is no security here. Once Roland and Hela leave, who knows if someone will sneak in and cause trouble.

Therefore, in addition to some worthless daily supplies, such as various books and extraordinary materials, Roland always carried them with him.

"Let's go."

After packing up his things, Roland walked out of the room, followed closely by Hela.

When the two of them walked out of the room and walked to the lobby on the first floor, a figure caught Roland's eyes, and at the same time, a faint perception passed across her surface.

Roland glanced at him slightly.

A wild One Ring Knight?

In the empty hall, his presence stood out.

Although he didn't know why he was here, Roland didn't care about this and took Hela directly to go out to find food.

As for his perception just now, because he was relatively restrained and simply sensed his exposed aura, it was in line with the unspoken rules among extraordinary people. Roland did not want to pay attention to him until he showed obvious hostility.

However, although Roland didn't want to talk to him, he came up to him from the other side.

Seeing the approaching knight, Roland subconsciously protected Hela behind him, and a spell model quickly formed in his body.

Seeing the two people in the picture slowly walking down the stairs, the macho man who planned to come over to check the situation in person couldn't help but cursed in his heart.

Damn it, I was really fooled.

As someone who can prosper and even become famous in the underground world of Port City, in addition to his first-level strength, the most important thing is to be careful and never provoke any powerful transcendent.

And he was able to do this because he was willing to spend money and bought a book on the use of mental power from a wild mage on the black market. After studying it, he was able to roughly perceive the strength of other extraordinary beings.

As soon as Roland and Hela came down, he took a careful look at them.

Roland and Hela's exposed strength immediately suppressed him.

What pure, huge magic power.

With such pure magic power, how could the two of them be ordinary wild mages.

He swallowed. He was considered a well-informed person. Even if he didn't mention the amazing purity, based on their exposed power, they might be second-level spell casters.

Especially the man walking in front might be a third-ring spellcaster.

A spell caster of this level, even a wild mage, is not something that a wild first-ring knight like him can provoke.

Damn it, those stupid bitches, do you call these two ordinary apprentices with no abilities?

He nervously wiped the cold sweat from his face, held a box in his right hand, gritted his teeth and walked up.

"Is something wrong?"

Roland looked at the strong man sweating in front of him and said defensively.

The strong man in front of him forced a smile and said in a low voice.

"Dear Spellcaster, I am here to apologize to you."

"oh?"

Roland raised his eyebrows slightly, looked him up and down, and said.

"Apologies for what?"

The strong man handed the box in his hand to Roland and whispered.

"Your Excellency, I was deceived by others and sent someone to follow you yesterday. This is a little thought, please accept it."

"That person yesterday turned out to be your subordinate."

Roland glanced at the box. After seeing through the condition of the box and confirming that there was no danger, he stretched out his hand to catch it and said slowly.

"Were those useless heirs entrusting you?"

The strong man nodded awkwardly.

"I just accepted the things. I will leave early tomorrow morning and tell them that if you want to kill me, come quickly. I don't have time to play boring games with them. I would like to remind you, if you don't want to die, don't do it again." Blended.”

Roland received the box into the space ring, and after saying these last words, he pulled Hela and left the hotel.

Looking at Roland leaving, the sturdy man also breathed a sigh of relief. After glancing at the hall and confirming that no one heard their conversation, he hurriedly left the hotel.

"Bang, bastard, you dare to look down on us!"

In the luxurious room, a noble heir who received the news slapped the table hard and shouted loudly.

"We must teach them a lesson."

Beside him, another noble heir said with a dark face.

"Do we really want to do this? What if the family finds out?"

In the corner of the room, a noble heir said cautiously.

"What are you afraid of? The worst case scenario is confinement for a few days."

"Yes, this is no longer an ordinary wild mage. We must fight hard!"

"Then do it?"

The atmosphere in the room gradually became fanatical.

Finally, the noble who said he would fight hard at the beginning slapped the table and shouted.

"Let's do it! Humph, we have invited three second-ring spellcasters and two wild mages, Cricket. What can they use to fight me? We will definitely catch them all. Those who are willing to work with us raise their hands. If not, leave."

The others looked at each other and raised their hands one after another.

Although not everyone wanted to do this, they followed the crowd in making a choice when one person raised his hand.

No one chose to leave.

Although the consequences of leaving were not mentioned, everyone present knew that once they left, it meant leaving this noble circle that huddled together for warmth.

They could not afford the price.