Roland snickered when he saw the hybridâs face.
Snow-white cat-shaped ears, short snow-white hair, light green, slit cat eyes, and a frightened, delicate face.
Betta came running with the stone box and saw the catgirl, who was pressed to the ground by the two Hand of Magic and looked nimble as she struggled, and cried out softly in surprise. âOh, itâs actually a catgirl, sheâs so beautiful⌠wait.â
At this moment, Betta suddenly crouched down and threw the stone box aside with the gold coins flying everywhere.
He held his head in his hands, his expression looking pained while muttering, âDonât fight, donât fight, I know Iâm wrong.â
Because his voice was so low, Roland only heard the word âwrong.â
So Roland looked at him strangely and asked, âWhatâs wrong with you?â
Betta immediately waved his hand and laughed embarrassedly. âNothing, itâs nothing.â
He immediately picked up the gold coins on the ground, then shoved 18 gold coins into Rolandâs hand, then without saying anything, he took his share and ran off, almost as if fleeing in defeat.
Roland was confused, then he returned his attention to the catgirl in front of him.
âWhy are you following us?â
Rolandâs tone was cold.
This catgirl was afraid to speak, pursing her lips and shaking her head vigorously, and there were tears in her big green cat eyes.
She tucked her long white cat tail between her feet, not daring to stand up at all.
She seemed to be quite scared.
Seeing that she didnât speak, Roland continued to ask, âTalk, why are you following us?â
It could be that Rolandâs increasingly colder tone of voice really scared the catgirl.
Her pupils were shrinking rapidly as she shook her head vigorously.
âYou werenât following us?â Roland crouched down and sneered deliberately. âThen why are you here?â
The catgirl looked at Roland timidly, not daring to speak.
But she noticed that Rolandâs expression seemed to look increasingly impatient, and finally spoke softly, quite grievously, âThis⌠is my⌠home.â
Roland scrutinized the catgirl again.
Although she was quite pretty, her complexion didnât look too well, a yellowish color, and she wore a robe that looked old and worn and even a little dirty.
Roland looked around again and asked, âThis is a meadow, where is your home?â
The catgirl couldnât move her hands or feet at all with Rolandâs two Hands of Magic holding her down, so she had to aim her eyes to the left at a bush that was somewhat out of place in the grass.
Rolandâs mental power turned into several invisible tentacles probing that bush.
Through the probing of the mental tentacles, Roland found that there was actually a small underground space beneath the grass, in which there was bedding and simple furniture.
So thatâs it, it really is someoneâs house.
Then it made sense that she hid away and stayed invisible when she saw strangers coming.
Roland waved his right hand and withdrew the Hand of Magic.
The catgirl swished and jumped up, landing on her hands and feet, looking very nervous and eager to escape, but not daring to do so.
She just looked at Roland tearfully.
Roland sighed. This was his fault for overreacting. Taking out a gold coin from his Backpack, he tossed it lightly in front of the catgirl and said, âSorry, this is to compensate you.â
This catgirl looked poor at a glance, not to mention her bad complexion, and even the place where she lived was so remote and cramped.
Anyone who had a little money to spare wouldnât want to live in a hole in the ground.
The catgirl didnât dare to pick up the gold coin. She was afraid that Roland was playing tricks on her; she had seen more than once someone picking up money and being falsely accused of stealing a nobleâs money, and then being beaten to death.
Roland roughly guessed what she was thinking and knew that she didnât seem to trust other people very much, so he turned to leave immediately.
Although Roland was walking farther and farther away, the catgirl never dared to moveâRolandâs Teleportation had terrified her.
Everyone had some common knowledge about magic in a place like the Red Magic Tower
Without chanting, that man could teleport by just snapping his fingers and launching a Hand of Magic at the same time, an ability that even most elders couldnât do.
Werecats were known for their sensitivity and grace. They were fast, but in the presence of a Mage who could teleport, their agility and grace were a joke.
It wasnât until Rolandâs back completely disappeared that the catgirl relaxed. She wiped her tears and looked at the gold coin in front of her, hesitating for a long time before picking it up and placing it in her robe.
Roland walked on the streets of the west district. Compared to the east district, which had better infrastructure, the environment in the west district was a bit⌠hard to explain.
It wasnât much better than the average human city.
Even though there were sewers, the streets still had the stench of feces.
Roland spread open his Magic Shield, which was able to filter out some of the unpleasant smells, and after walking around the west district for a while and getting a little familiar with the area, he returned to his quarters in the east district.
The middle district was the largest, followed by the east district.
Since the east district was where Mages and the average students lived, it wasnât nearly as crowded as the west district.
Roland only encountered twenty people after walking in the east district for a little over ten minutes.
And two-thirds of them were magic apprentices and maidservants.
When Roland returned to the entrance of the dormitory building, he heard the sounds of an argument coming from within.
Roland frowned and stepped through the door.
Then he discovered that Betta was protecting a maidservant and confronting two noble-looking Mages.
The maidservant was trembling behind Betta.
Betta, on the other hand, looked furious.
Roland swept around and found seven Mages, scattered all over the huge main hall, watching the show.
Behind the maid, there was an overturned bucket and a large water stain on the floor.
Of the two noble Mages who confronted Betta, one of them had a large wet spot on the lower half of his magic robe.
Roland immediately understood what had happened.
It was nothing more than the maidservant in charge of cleaning who accidentally dropped the bucket in her hand and then the water that splashed out wet the nobleâs robe.
The arrogant noble wanted to punish the maidservant, and Betta stepped forward heroically to save her.
This kid, he can seduce maids everywhere he goes.
Roland clicked his tongue inwardly.
Then the noble Mage whose robe was wet angrily rebuked Betta. âJudging by your attire, you are also a noble. Is it necessary to protect a lowly slave girl like this? Why do we nobles have to hurt the peace between us for outsiders, how did your seniors or your family teach you?â
âItâs none of your business how they taught me,â Betta said unyieldingly. âShe indeed did something wrong, but she apologized, and yet youâre going to have her dragged out and killed. Isnât that too vicious and cruel?â
At that, the maidservant behind Betta trembled violently.
âVicious and cruel?â This noble laughed aloud. âDo you know how much a magic robe costs? At least ten gold coins. If she canât pay up, then isnât it reasonable to pay it back with her life? Canât you even figure that out? Iâm the one being merciful, not torturing her.â
âHow truly merciful.â Betta sneered, then tossed out a dozen gold coins, lifted his chin, and said condescendingly, âCompensation for you.â
Roland secretly clapped in his heart. This kid is tough enough, worthy of being our F6âs⌠extra member.
Now, all the Mages watching the show were moved.
The expressions of the two noble Mages became quite wretched.
The nobleman with the wet robe, his hands clenched tightly in fists, suppressing his wildly rising anger, gritted his teeth and said, âYou, what do you mean by this!â
âDonât you want money? There, pick up the money.â
Betta lifted his chin again, looking rather arrogant.
The noble whose robe was wet was about to rush forward but was held back by the companion at his side.
This noble Mage, who hadnât spoken, looked at Betta and asked, âWhat country are you from?â
âNot exactly a native of any country, but if I must say, I could be considered from Hollevin.â
With those words, the noble laughed as he shook slightly. âNo wonder, just a hotheaded young man. I thought you were the heir of some great power. Brat, since youâre a Hollevin barbarian, I wonât bull**it with you anymore. These dozen or so gold coins, you pick them up and personally stuff them into this womanâs mouth and make her swallow them. If she survives, weâll pretend that nothing happened. If she doesnât, thatâs her fate.â
The dozen or so gold coins added up to a weight of only about half a kilogram.
However, gastric juices couldnât digest the gold coins and would keep going down the stomach, causing intestinal obstruction, which was very painful, and if not treated by surgery, the pain would continue for a long time until death.
It was a very nefarious method of murder.
Betta snorted. âSorry, you guys are an eyesore. Iâm protecting this maid no matter what.â
âYou wonât be able to protect her,â said the wet-robed noble eerily. âYour strength is at best similar to ours. One of us can hold you off, and the other can just kill the maid. Since sheâs bound to die, wouldnât it be nice to let her swallow the gold coin and live a few more days?â
Betta was starting to get a little furious.
He was considering whether to make the first move.
The expressions of the Mages in the main hall changed as if they were considering something.
But none of them were willing to take sides.
At this moment, Roland spoke.
âHeâs indeed no match for you two alone, but add me to the mix.â
Roland walked up to Bettaâs side.
Betta was only level six, both noble Mages were level fiveâeveryone was a Mage, and spirit-sensing was a basic skill, so they could roughly know each otherâs strength.
Two-level fives against a level six had a good chance of winning.
At least the odds looked good to them.
But in reality, it wasnât hard for Betta to deal with the two of them, and the fight was guaranteed to end within five minutes. After all, the playersâ overall attribute growth was high, and Golden Sons had the highest overall growth of any profession.
But there was a maidservant behind Betta, and while he could indeed deal with two of them, there was no way to protect the maid while the two of them attacked at the same time.
Roland stepped forward and walked over to Betta.
Bertha exclaimed in surprise, âBrother Roland, youâre back!â
Roland nodded, then said, âSend the maidservant back to the west district and make arrangements for her.â
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âOkay.â Betta agreed and ignored the gold coins on the floor, pulled on the maidservant, and turned around to leave the dormitory.
The two nobles each took a step forward as if to stop Betta.
But Roland moved two steps across to the front of the dormitory, blocking the two.
Then he said indifferently, âPick up the gold coins, this is Bettaâs reward for you.â