Mages Are Too OP (WN)-Chapter 746: The Holy Realm is a Place That Anyone Can Go

Chapter 746 The Holy Realm is a Place That Anyone Can Go

Mage’s Disjunction involved causality, which made it very hard for Roland.

Causality, as a subject, fell in the category of philosophy on Earth. Roland wasn’t very good at that.

Someone said that the only two things that could change the way people thought were math and philosophy.

Roland knew the basics of philosophy, but not really very much.

He had tried reading books on philosophy, but he couldn’t persist and would feel dizzy when he read on.

He had also tried reading philosophical content in reality, but he never learned much.

Some people weren’t cut out for philosophical studies, which was normal.

Therefore, it took him a long time to study Mage’s Disjunction.

After more than a month, he finally got the hang of it.

However, it was still unstable.

He couldn’t carry out the effect of “destroying magic equipment” every time. His success rate was only about 60% when he tried to destroy mid-level and low-level magic equipment. The rate would’ve been much lower if he had tried epic magic equipment.

But Roland didn’t want to run tests with epic equipment.

He might as well wait until such equipment was all over the street.

But that was highly unlikely.

Roland felt uncomfortable when the odds of destroying mid- and low-level magic equipment weren’t 100%.

Should he go to the Goddess of Magic?

He would rather pass. He had just declined her request for the “nuclear explosion” spell not long ago. He was too proud to ask for her teachings right after that.

Therefore, Roland went to the Red Magic Tower to meet Elder Alfred.

It had been a year since they last met, and Alfred looked even older.

He had been stuck as a Legend for a long time, and his two hundred years of life were coming to an end.

It was also the reason why he wanted to raise an heir for his Magic Tower and Fareins.

“Roland, it’s been a long time.” Alfred looked at his student in comfort. “I didn’t expect you to become a Legend so quickly. It seems that you will surely turn into a Demigod if everything goes well.”

“I couldn’t have done that without the teaching of you and other mentors in the tower.”

“Hahahaha!” Hearing Roland’s reply, Alfred laughed even more happily.

He had given Roland all those privileges and resources exactly because he hoped that Roland would feel like he belonged to the Magic Tower and Fareins.

Also, he had learned that Roland stayed in the royal palace of Fareins for the night at least twice.

When there was a sexual relationship between a man and a woman, he tended to care for her.

So, the Fareins Kingdom would be protected by a strong expert who was likely a Demigod.

It could develop in peace for another five hundred years, which was about as long as most Demigods could live.

If they had the bloodline of long-life species, they could easily live one to two thousand years.

Recently, Roland had sent in a lot of tricks on small spells, such as Multiple Hands of Magic, Field of Ice, and other spells he improved.

The collection of the Red Magic Tower was significantly expanded.

His efforts had been repaid far beyond his expectations.

“Tell me why you’re here,” said Alfred. “According to your habit, you should be studying magic in your manor right now.”

Roland nodded. “I’m here to ask for your help. When I practiced Mage’s Disjunction, something was always confusing to me. I want to ask if the professors in the Magic Tower have any experience with Mage’s Disjunction, or if you can introduce me to anyone who knows it.”

“Have you grasped Mystra’s Mansion?”

“Yes.” Roland nodded.

“That’s good. It’s the best spell of escape and the first spell that any Legend should learn.” Alfred looked at his student in satisfaction. “Where are you stuck in the practice of Mage’s Disjunction? Although I can’t grasp it due to my lack of talent in space and causality, and I can only light some fireballs, I still know the basic theories.”

It was like how a gourmet could taste and enjoy food without having to know how to cook it.

Roland said, “I’m already capable of casting Mage’s Disjunction, but the odds of success aren’t very high.”

“You’re already capable of casting Mage’s Disjunction?” After a brief shock, Alfred asked, “Are the odds of success very low? How many times can you succeed when you cast it on low-level magic equipment a hundred times? This is very natural for a new Legend. Your success rate will get higher as you grow stronger as a Legend.” “It’s about sixty percent,” said Roland casually. After a brief silence, Alfred said, “I beg your pardon?”

“It’s sixty percent,” repeated Roland.

Taking a deep breath, Alfred smacked the table three times and roared, “Brat, are you here to piss me off, or just to show off in front of me?”

Huh? Roland was slightly surprised.

Alfred said helplessly, “Do you know the success rate of Mage’s Disjunction when the Great Elder of the Spatial Magic Tower, whom you already killed, just learned it?”

“More than eighty percent?” “Only twenty percent!” Roland was stunned. “So low?”

“What do you think?” Alfred chuckled. He had always found Roland agreeable, but at this moment, he was of a mind to yell at him as a senior. However, he gave up the idea after second thought. “Mage’s Disjunction is a top spell in the first place. It’s already impressive enough that a new Legend can learn it. Most people only have a success rate of about twenty percent, and yours is sixty percent. What more do you want? If you want to improve the success rate, you have to improve your strength.”

Okay… Roland got it.

The success rate of Mage’s Disjunction destroying magic equipment depended on not just his magic power capacity but also his level.

Looking at Roland who was greatly enlightened, Alfred continued, “Although I can’t be of any help, something can. When we looted the Spatial Magic Tower’s library, we found several journals on magic that its Great Elder left. One of the journals recorded his understanding of Mage’s Disjunction. It’s kept in the top level of our library. Now that you are a Legend, you’re free to borrow or even copy it.”

“Got it. Thank you, Great Elder.”

Alfred said with a smile, “Come here more often when you have time. This place is always at your back as your second home.”

Roland was slightly moved.

He had to admit that Alfred had been really nice to him since he came to the Red Magic Tower.

“I will. Can I work as a teacher here in a couple of years?”

“No problem at all.” Alfred smiled. “You’re more than welcome. We can even name you an honorary elder.”

After leaving the Great Elder’s chamber, Roland went to the library.

He met a lot of acquaintances as well as mentors who taught him before on the way.

All the mentors were shocked to see Roland as a Legend. They all congratulated him.

After chatting with them for a while, Roland went to the library and got the journal on Mage’s Disjunction using his identity as a Legend.

After he took photos of the journal with the system camera and was about to leave, Alfred suddenly arrived.

He looked slightly weird. “Roland, the royal family of Fareins just sent a signal asking for help. Something huge must’ve happened. I would rather not be a part of that. You’ll go there as a representative of our Magic Tower and the Association of Mages. After all, everybody knows you from the queen’s coronation ceremony.”

Roland nodded and teleported to the capital of Fareins.

He went straight into the royal palace and found Queen Stephanie.

Stephanie had lost her left hand and was receiving a healing spell.

She couldn’t have looked more infuriated.

After a brief shock, Roland walked forward and asked, “Are you all right?”

“Huh? The Red Magic Tower sent you here?” Stephanie was briefly stunned to see Roland at first. Then, she put on a smile that drove the anger on her face away. “Great. A man that I fully trust is finally here.”

Looking at her empty sleeve, Roland asked, “Is it a big problem?”

Although limbs could be regenerated with magic, certain curses could prevent the limbs from growing until they were out of effect.

Most curses could last for a long time. They could be effective for five years or even longer.

“That’s all right. My hand will grow back in a couple of days.” Stephanie looked awful again at the mention of her wound.

“How were you wounded?”

“One of my maids was corrupted by a mind flayer from the Realm of Devils, yet nobody noticed anything wrong.” Stephanie chuckled coldly. “Fortunately, I’m a Warrior. Although I’m not very strong, I was able to dodge the attack.”

“The Realm of Devils attacked you?” Roland found it hard to believe. “How is it possible? This is the Holy Realm, yet nobody spotted the intruders who came again and again? What happened?”

Stephanie snorted. “It’s possible that the intruders were sent by them.”

She sounded very suspicious of the Church of Light.

Roland found it quite understandable.

It was already the third time in the last several years that evil lurked right under the nose of the light.

Even those who trusted the Church of Light the most would think that it had internal problems, not to mention the other organizations that were in competition with or hostile against it.

“Since the Red Magic Tower sent you here, why don’t you keep me company in the coming days?” Stephanie waved her hand and dismissed the court Mage. She then showed her severed arm to Roland. “I want you to treat me.”

Then, Roland and Stephanie were left alone at the throne.

Roland loosened Stephanie’s clothes and examined her wound. He then took out the Dragon Meat Reagent from the system Backpack and fed a bottle of it to her. After Stephanie drank it, he began his treatment. Every healing spell would consume the vitality of those being treated, so it was best to treat them while they drank things that could increase vitality. With her beautiful shoulder exposed to the air, Stephanie looked at Roland in surprise. “You feel different. Are you already a Legend?”

Roland nodded.

“As expected of my and Anna’s man,” said Stephanie rather proudly. “I’m always good at seeing people’s potential.”

Roland smiled.

“Okay, let’s not rush into any treatment yet. Come to my bedroom with me.”

“Why not? If I treat you right now, your hand will grow back in a few hours.”

Stephanie smiled. “Don’t you want to try the taste of a one-armed beauty?”

Well… He did.

In fact, Stephanie had been holding back for a long time too.

Then, the two of them went to the bedroom.

At the same time, a high-level meeting was being held in the Holy Realm.

The new pope and the Holy Lady sat at the highest place equally. Thirteen Saint Samurai were right below them.

Further down were more than thirty cardinals.

The new pope had been promoted from a cardinal too. He was always well-respected. At this moment, he looked quite angry.

“Everybody, the Holy Realm is turning into a joke.” The pope frowned. “This is the third time in three years. We may call it an accident after the first or second time, but the third time it happens, it really means that something is seriously wrong.” Everybody listened quietly.

“Although the mind flayer has been located, its presence suggests that there must be an undercover agent from the Realm of Devils among us. Also, he is of a high rank and may be here right now.”

The pope looked at all the cardinals down below.

“The Saint Samurai and the Holy Lady can’t possibly work with evil creatures,” said the pope casually. “So, the cardinals and I are the only suspects.”

Nobody said anything. They had all been thinking the same.

“So, I have a suggestion. I’ll receive an alignment test first,” said the pope slowly. “Then, all the cardinals will take it too.”

Everybody whispered to each other. The pope clapped his hands to silence them, before he continued, “I know it’s quite insulting, but desperate times call for desperate measures. If we don’t find the enemy among us, the invasion of darkness will happen again, and we’ll be humiliated.”

Everybody expressed their understanding.

The pope said, “In such a case, I’ll just…” “Let me do it first.” The pretty Holy Lady stood up. “I’m the Holy Lady. I should set an example for everyone at a moment like this.”

After a brief shock, the pope nodded. The requirements for a Holy Lady were very high. They had to be beautiful, determined, devoted to the goddess, and acknowledged by the goddess.

It was only slightly less difficult to become a Holy Lady than to become a Saint Samurai.

The Holy Lady glanced at everybody with her beautiful eyes and then gazed at Schuck. “Schuck has the best expertise in light of everybody. I suggest that he run a test on everybody. Any objection?”

Everyone shook their heads.

Schuck was the most favored Saint Samurai at this moment. He had been growing fast and was almost a Legend after only five years.

Also, he was very talented. The divine skills he cast were much more effective than what the normal cardinals cast.

Schuck stood and said with a smile, “Since the pope and the Holy Lady are voluntarily taking the test, I don’t think the Saint Samurai should be exempted. We should take the test too even if the odds are quite slim.”

However, right after Schuck said that, the Holy Lady interjected, “I disagree. The Saint Samurai don’t need to take the test.”

Everybody fixed their eyes upon her.