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Look away?
This word is simple to say, but Roland can guess how much psychological suffering Aldo went through for this sentence of 'look away'.
Vivian also sighed softly, and then walked downstairs.
Roland drank the fruit wine and thought wildly for a while. There are things about Aldo, things about John, and pictures of magic models mixed in. It¡¯s all very messy.
Then he put down his wine glass, closed his eyes to rest, cleared his mind of distracting thoughts, and then continued to deduce his spell puppet model.
The hidden nodes of Proficient Language gave him great inspiration. Do other spell models also have hidden nodes?
There are not many nodes in zero-level magic, so it is easy to deduce data. After about four hours of experiments and data calculation, Roland was surprised to find that there seemed to be no hidden nodes in the zero-level magic of Spell Puppet.
It seems that not all magic has ¡®loopholes¡¯ like understanding language.
It¡¯s really a pity. If there were a few more nodes, Roland felt that he could give the magic doll a few more characteristics.
For example, if the magic doll grows more hands, it can hold more equipment.
Or it could be to enhance the magic doll¡¯s ability to identify friend or foewait!
Since the spell model of the spell puppet has no hidden nodes, what if you add one or two to it yourself?
Once this idea started, it spread in Roland's heart like a weed.
Why can NPCs in games create their own magic, but I can only make changes on other people¡¯s spell model diagrams?
Can I make one myself?
After being excited for a while, Roland quickly became discouraged.
It¡¯s not enough to just have an idea, you also need to have the ability to turn the idea into reality, and a knowledge base.
How to build a spell model?
How are the spell model nodes arranged?
How to determine the meaning and function of nodes in the spell model?
These three basic problems alone have stumped Roland, let alone the difficulties that arise in actual operation.
It seems that I still have to study more.
¡°At least we must first understand what is the essence of magic element, what is the essence of mental power, and what is the principle of the reaction between the two?
Roland felt that he had to understand these two things before he could talk about creating a blank spell model.
Although there are many books in the library, these basic core contents are completely missing.
Most of them are high-level uses of mental power, as well as practical experience in using some advanced magic.
Then there are the autobiographies of many magicians, or the biographies of knights, etc., which also record a lot of spell models. However, Roland is not in a hurry to learn these spell models. There are endless spells to learn. Master one kind and then master it. Create several derivative magics, which will be more efficient.
There is not a single book in the library that talks about the basic theory and basic properties of magic.
Does the local magic tower not have this kind of knowledge? Or is it that the entire world has not established a basic theoretical system of magic?
The former is very likely, the latter is unlikely.
Even if humans have not established such a knowledge system, what about the elves?
It is said that this race has the highest attainments in magic and has a long lifespan. Does it have the basic theoretical system of magic?
In Roland's scattered thoughts, time passed quickly.
The white moonlight slanted down from the window, forming a semicircular white spot on the ground.
The whole city has quieted down, and it is already late at night.
Roland got up, he had to go to the appointment next.
But he didn¡¯t expect that as soon as he went down to the second floor, he met Vivian.
She looked sleepy, holding a water glass in her hand, as if she was thirsty and wanted to find some water to drink.
When I saw Roland, I was so frightened that I lost my sleep all of a sudden. I was surprised and happy: "Vice President where are you going so late?"
"Go for a walk!" Roland smiled and continued: "Go to bed early and don't leave it too late. Staying up late is a woman's biggest enemy."
After finishing speaking, he went down the stairs.
Seeing Roland's back disappearing under the stairs, Vivian felt a little disappointed, but then her eyes suddenly widened: The vice president is full of blood, what else can he do if he runs out alone so late?
Thinking of this, WeiweiHe wanted to bite the handkerchief with resentment.
I can obviously do it, but why didn¡¯t the vice-president look for me? Do I have no charm at all?
There is a curfew in Delbon City, but it only applies to ordinary people.
Like the nobility themselves, most professionals ignore this prohibition.
It¡¯s just that Roland can¡¯t exercise this privilege now. He took out ordinary clothes from his system backpack and found a secret place to change into them. Then he searched for a dark road and came to a wealthy area. He found a relatively remote small manor and climbed in.
Although he is a magician, his growth as a professional still gives him good physical flexibility. Moreover, he is also the son of gold, and his overall growth rate is higher.
¡°Magicians are only physically weak compared to warriors, but compared to ordinary people, they are still very powerful.
This small manor is very quiet, there are no guards patrolling, and there seem to be no servants waiting at night.
There was only a faint candlelight in the small room on the second floor.
Roland stepped on the grass, walked through the flat atrium, and came to the door.
With a slight pushthe door didn't close.
Entering the building, I found that the building had a superficial appearance. It looked luxurious from the outside, but inside there weren't even many pieces of furniture. There was only a table and a few chairs in the living room, which looked empty.
The room with light is on the second floor.
Roland found the stairs and walked up to the second floor. He found that the door of a room was ajar. The weak candlelight shone through the crack in the door, leaving a long orange mark on the floor.
Roland walked over and gently opened the door.
There was a young man sitting inside. He looked nervously at the opened door, but when he saw it was Roland, he breathed a sigh of relief.
After entering the room, Roland closed the door.
And the young man blew out the candles on the table in one breath.
The room was darkened, but because of the moonlight coming in, it didn't seem dark. Instead, it felt quiet.
Roland sat down across the table and asked, "Little Edward, did you want to tell me something when you asked me to come over tonight?"
"My eldest brother is the scapegoat." Little Edward looked at Roland and said seriously.
There was deep sorrow hidden in his eyes.
Roland had already taken the time to inquire about it during the day.
The young nobleman who was ¡®subbed for death¡¯ was called Roland Edward. Yes, it was a name with the same sound as Roland.
When he inquired about this, Roland finally knew why the group of nobles watching the theater were laughing. They were not only laughing at the dead Roland, but also at the living Roland himself.
And the mastermind behind the scenes specially selected the person with this name to take the blame for himself. The meaning is already obvious.
¡®I can give in, but I also have a way to let Roland die. ¡¯
That¡¯s what it means, the tangled feeling unique to aristocrats. They are obviously scared but they still insist on putting gold on their faces. The contradictory and boring distorted self-esteem is at work.
Roland wanted to laugh. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com