From Wild Mage to Wizard King

After studying the strange machine for several months in the ruins, wasting a lot of materials in the ruins, and overcoming various difficulties encountered in practice, Roland finally conquered the core structure assembly, and based on theoretical knowledge, he created a core structure for the manufacture of space rings.

Although Roland was exhausted in order to create the core structure he needed.

But the result was good after all. At least, he, a newbie who had just learned strange machines for a few months, succeeded.

Then, Roland didn't wait for a few days to be happy.

When he was about to combine the core structure with the traditional space ring manufacturing process, it exploded again. There were not many space stones in the entire ruins, and one was directly blown up.

After this failure, Roland did not continue to study, and planned to take a break and relax.

Under the wooden pavilion next to the lake, Roland lay on the chair, emptied his mind, and slowly rocked his chair.

Study? Learn a shit.

After being busy for so long, Roland needs to take a good rest.

When was he so hardworking in his previous life?

Uh, it seems that he never did.

In his previous life, he had no pressure, whether studying or working.

Alas, why did I reincarnate into such a shitty world? It’s better to be in the human world, at least I don’t have to worry about safety issues.

“Alas.”

Roland sighed unconsciously.

“What’s wrong?”

Hela’s voice sounded from his ears.

Hearing Hela’s voice, Roland quickly opened his eyes and saw Hela’s head.

“Uh, why are you walking without making any sound?”

“Ah?”

Hela blinked, walked around Roland for two steps, and said.

“Footsteps, there are sounds.”

“Indeed, it seems that I didn’t notice it myself.”

Listening to Hela’s obvious footsteps, Roland said lazily.

Hela walked behind Roland, took the initiative to stretch out her hand, put it on his shoulder, and said softly.

“Are you tired? Do you want a massage?”

“You can also massage?”

Roland said with some surprise.

“I’ve read a book.”

Hela added slowly while massaging Roland.

"But I've practiced on the crows."

"Uh, crows?"

Feeling Hela's somewhat stiff massage, Roland's expression was a little subtle, and his eyes were cast on the crows on the trees next to him, staring at the two of them.

"Hey!"

After the crows met Roland's sight, they made a cry containing all kinds of emotions.

Then, it turned its head, flapped its wings, and flew away on its own.

Roland enjoyed Hela's increasingly skilled massage and slowly closed his eyes.

He emptied his mind and enjoyed Hela's massage. Gradually, his head tilted and Roland fell asleep.

After an unknown amount of time, the crows flew back from afar.

It held a branch in its mouth, with a red fruit on it.

Then, it slowly flew into the wooden pavilion and landed beside Roland.

It put the branch in its mouth on the wooden table, looked up at Roland who was sleeping soundly, and then looked at Hela beside him, and opened its mouth to call.

At this moment, Hela's sharp eyes were cast on it, and the sound it had not yet spoken was instantly stuck.

Under Hela's gaze, it closed its mouth a little aggrievedly, pushed the fruit on the wooden table in front of Hela with its claws, and then, facing Hela with its butt, flapped its wings and flew away.

When Roland opened his eyes, the sky had dimmed.

It had been a long time since I woke up naturally.

Roland stretched lazily.

After a deep sleep for an afternoon, Roland felt that his mental fatigue had eased a lot.

It felt like I could work hard for a few more months.

Roland looked at the dim sky and thought slowly.

"Do you want to eat?"

A tender white hand holding a red fruit appeared in front of Roland.

Roland took the red fruit that exuded a faint element, raised his head slightly and saw Hela behind him.

It seemed that Hela had been guarding him for the whole afternoon.

Roland smiled slightly and said.

"Thank you."

After saying that, Roland took a bite.

The taste was a bit strange, sweet and spicy, but it was quite delicious.

At the same time, a warm current also flowed into his body, relieving the fatigue of his body.

"This is what Gray Crow helped to find."

Hela whispered beside him.

"Did it go out again?"

Roland said casually while eating the red fruit.

"Yeah."

Hela nodded.

"Okay, anyway, it will become empty and will not encounter any major danger."

Roland stood up, moved his body, and continued to speak while walking out of the wooden pavilion.

"Haven't you had dinner yet? What do you want to eat today?"

"Same as you."

Hela answered without hesitation.

Hearing this familiar answer, Roland nodded habitually and said nothing.

Hela doesn't seem to be picky about food. After Roland rescued Hela from the cult, Hela basically ate whatever Roland prepared for her.

Even if Roland asked Hela to order her own food, she didn't have any ideas and basically just ordered what Roland ordered.

Even after they settled down here and Roland started cooking for himself, Hela didn't have any ideas and ate whatever Roland cooked.

This made Roland a little helpless. He asked Hela what to eat, not only because he respected her taste, but also because he didn't know what to eat himself, so he planned to ask Hela to see if she could give him some suggestions.

But the answer was always this way.

Therefore, Roland had to find a way himself.

"It's getting late, how about having some barbecue today?"

Roland turned his head and suggested to Hela.

"Okay."

Hela nodded and agreed to Roland's proposal.

After deciding on dinner, the two took out the frozen fresh meat from the warehouse and placed it directly on the open space.

Roland snapped his fingers, and the open space in front of him began to sink downwards, and all the weeds and other things that were easy to ignite were thrown into it.

Then, a ball of fire rose from the depression, illuminating the surroundings.

Roland casually moved a tree seed to his hand with his mental power, injected magic power, and forced it to grow.

Under Roland's control, wooden sticks stretched out neatly.

Then, they were broken by Roland and floated to the side with magic.

Roland and Hela walked in front of the flames and used wooden sticks to stick the thawed meat into the flames.

Hela asked curiously while putting the skewers on the flames.

"You can just use magic to grill them directly, why do you have to do this? Is it because of the so-called sense of ritual?"

"Well, barbecue should be grilled, it's boring to grill it directly with magic."

Roland looked at the dazzling starry sky without pollution in the sky and responded lazily.