Chapter 711 - What’s This Rhythm?
Chapter 711: What’s This Rhythm?
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Lydia had kept her promise.
Of course. No matter what, she couldn’t possibly provide Rhode with 10 million gold coins. Not mentioning the problem of how many chests were needed to store that many gold coins, the amount of gold coins was too large a number. Therefore, Lydia used platinum coins, where one platinum coin was equivalent to 100 gold coins and platinum coins were the highest currency circulated in the upper society. Apart from the platinum coins, there were also the magic crystal coins. However, the magic crystal coins weren’t distributed to public and they were only used by the Church for transfer and transport, which was meaningless to Rhode. But he didn’t really care what type of coins he received, as long as he got the value he wished for.
Apart from these, the various elemental gems and magic crystals were also delivered to the fortress. Got to say, the Munn Kingdom indeed was wealthy. Rhode believed that he wouldn’t be capable of gathering all of them even if he searched the entire Paphield, but he didn’t expect that Lydia already had them ready. He was rather regretful about this. He cursed that he should have been greedier and asked for more. 50 times more than the amount he asked for would be great… Of course. He wouldn’t do it.
However, all these items on Rhode’s wish list didn’t need to be delivered by Amund personally. No matter what, he was the number one Mage in the Munn Kingdom and it would be demeaning to assign him as a transport supervisor. In fact, Amund didn’t come to the fortress for an idle chat either.
“This is the request that you’ve made to the Royal Highness, Earl Rhode.”
Amund extended his right hand and along with his action, a black crack appeared in the air before him. Then, two flat boxes emerged from within. The boxes were carved with mysterious patterns and were emanating silver-whitish, scarlet radiance. The emergence of these two boxes instantly brought about a mystical and powerful strength, which went to show how extraordinary they were.
The ‘Holy Spirit’ armor and ‘Magic Prayer’ robe.
“I don’t know where you heard of them from, Earl Rhode.”
Amund lifted his head and his deep gaze were as though seeing through Rhode entirely. Rhode calmly received his gaze emotionlessly.
“No wonder you’re so confident, Earl Rhode. Now I finally understand why those unfortunate skeletons failed to take down your fortress,” Amund said.
In fact, he also knew why Rhode required the two equipment now. He easily perceived that the magical armor on Mini Bubble Gum and Canary were of intermediate grades, which were severely inconsistent with their strength. With the two legendary equipment, they would surely turn into tigers with grown wings. However, Amund was a little dubious. Powerful beings would more or less possess some formidable equipment, so why didn’t the two young ladies have any?
Rhode shrugged while Canary nodded with a smile.
“You’re… Miss Canary, right?”
Amund looked at her and asked courteously.
“Please pardon my rudeness. I’ve never heard of your name. Are you a graduate of the Mage School?”
“My apologies, Sir Amund.”
Compared to Mini Bubble Gum, Canary was much gentler. She bowed politely.
“I never entered the Mage School. In fact, I’m a Self-taught Mage.”
“Self-taught Mage…?!”
Amund was flabbergasted and revealed a look of disbelief. On this Dragon Soul Continent, many people possessed spellcasting talents. However, as they didn’t go through systematic learning, it was arduous for them to take their learning journey further. Most of them would degenerate into being vaudeville artists or vulgar, low level Mages and they were mostly called Self-taught Mages. Of course, this was a term to mock them.
But…
Amund gazed at Canary who was putting up a sincere and gentle smile. However, he sensed the pride within her that was regarding her identity, and this was the thoughts of a player.
Players were mostly ordinary, but they unwilling to admit that. They looked down on those who rapidly went up in the world. On the contrary, they were more interested in those who were self-reliant. Just like in martial arts novels, a chivalrous person born with the identity of a nobody was definitely more popular than one who was brought up in a prestigious family. This was the same in the game. Mages who were brought up in Mage School were proud and arrogant against Self-taught Mages. To the players, Self-taught Mages represented taking on unusual journeys. They were like wild grass: lowly, ordinary, and seen everywhere. However, even a prairie fire couldn’t destroy the grass. They didn’t have exquisite education like the spellcaster nobles, relied on themselves step by step, and mastered their extraordinary techniques. Wasn’t this much more satisfying? Especially after looking at the NPCs with faces full of shock yelling: “What?! Such a powerful being is actually a Self-taught Mage?!”
That feeling of satisfaction…
“You must have felt great.”
Standing on the tall platform and gazing at the scenery in the distance, Rhode looked at Canary with smiles in his eyes. After listening to Canary’s self-introduction, Amund’s amazed expression was obvious to all. However, this shock was apparently too much for him. He stayed around for a while and eventually left hurriedly after politely declining Rhode’s persuasion to stay. Of course, Rhode knew what was going on in Amund’s mind. Rhode had two formidable forces under him and it was impossible that Amund wouldn’t worry about it at all. Perhaps he might even investigate on Canary’s background. After all, a powerful Spellcaster was actually a Self-taught Mage. This was a totally shocking news.
“That’s for sure, Rhode.”
Canary stood quietly beside him. She put on the ‘Magic Prayer’ robe. It was a deep red, gorgeous robe with two pieces of ribbon hanging from the shawl that were inlaid with black iron in the shape of burning flames. The young lady wore a slanted, heavy Mage hat, as well as a pair of black leather gloves stitched with golden threads that showed a mysterious pattern. She seemed so endearing and also slender and petite under the thick Mage robe. Upon hearing Rhode’s words, Canary twitched her brow and revealed a proud smile.
“Isn’t this what all Self-taught Mages seek for? Just look at Sir Amund’s face. This is all worth it. Hehe…”
“Good things are all taken up by you, Big Sister.”
Mini Bubble Gum stomped her foot and pouted.
“Damn it. I also want to show my strength to the Church. Haha. Those idiots will surely kneel before me and sing high praises… Hmph. What a pity. If it isn’t because I can’t leave this place, I will surely storm my way to the Church in the Country of Law and show them how capable I am!—atchoo!”
The little girl’s proud delusions were dashed in this sneeze. At that moment, she had already put on her ‘Holy Spirit’ armor, but it looked rather strange as compared to Canary’s standard robe. Even though they were made from magical cloth, the upper part of the ‘Holy Spirit’ armor set was made from a combination of leather armor and noble robe that accentuated her youthful body. The collar and cuffs were decorated with sacred silver crosses while the lower part of the armor set was a pure, white long skirt with simple designs. Not only that, but she also wore a silver chain belt around her waist and a pair of white leather boots. She looked more like a Battle Angel than a Cleric at this moment.
The ‘Magic Prayer’ robe and ‘Holy Spirit’ armor were considered top notch equipment for level 80, but they were barely usable for Canary and Mini Bubble Gum. The equipment that they needed was the standard of armor that Lydia wore. Only with such armors would they restore their original strength.
But Rhode knew that first-rate armor wouldn’t simply drop from the sky. Even though the two armors weren’t the best, at least they could prevent Canary from getting injured from legendary-tier spells again.
“Ah… It’s freezing, Leader. Get it done and head back for our sleep already.”
It was midnight, but unlike the past, the entire Fortress was in pitch-blackness and the patrolling soldiers had been withdrawn. Rhode had given strict orders to stop anyone from heading out. Of course. This wasn’t the first time for the residents. Besides, they knew what would happen every time Rhode gave such orders.
Rhode stood at the top of the tower and looked down.
It was completely pitch-black in the distance. The chilly wind blew in his face and he stretched out his hand.
Shortly after, a line of system prompt emerged before him.
[Activate System Construction]