Mages Are Too OP

Chapter 479 The Academic Meeting Is More of a Contest Among Students

In the end, they didn’t pick up any money.

Led by Betta, the three of them wandered in the Monochrome Magic Tower, only to discover that the giant pillar of light Betta saw was where the Council of Elders of the Monochrome Magic Tower was.

Standing on the rooftop of the sand house, they looked at the office of the Council of Elders in the distance. Roland said helplessly, “Is it possible that their treasure trove has been marked by you?”

Betta shook his head. “That’s possible. Only unowned wealth will be marked by my talent. Also, the color and size of the light pillar indicates the amount of the wealth. Right now, there are many tiny silver pillars around us, but they’re too unappealing for me.”

Roland understood the situation. “So, an enormous amount of wealth is hidden below the Monochrome Magic Tower, and you’re the only one who knows about it.”

Betta shrugged regretfully. The Council of Elders’ office was probably the most heavily guarded place in the Monochrome Magic Tower. At least, several Legendary Mages were working there all the time.

Many Master-level Mages lived nearby too. They could reinforce the Legendary Mages if anything happened. Plus the other local Legendary Mages, it was impossible for Roland’s team to dig the treasure out even if the team were twice as large.

“We can sneak back and dig it out secretly after we get stronger or obtain special skills,” said Roland with a smile. “According to you, there must be more than a thousand gold coins buried here. It would be such a shame if we couldn’t dig them up.”

“I guess that’s all we can do.”

Betta heaved a sigh. He was truly bummed, because the golden pillar of light that only he could see was so huge that almost the entire office of the Council of Elders was consumed.

What a super treasure it must be.

The three of them returned to the guest area, and Betta and Roland split up.

Back in their room, Andonara asked curiously, “I overheard what you said just now. Does Betta have a special talent to find money?”

Roland nodded.

“That’s really an unreasonable talent.”

Andonara remarked with mixed feelings. Then, she made food in the kitchen.

When they were together, most of Roland’s food was cooked by Andonara. She insisted on cooking for Roland even though there were maids around.

That was one of the basic requirements that the royal family of Hollevin demanded of the queen. Andonara had studied carefully back then, and now it was Roland who got to enjoy it.

The academic meeting officially began the next day.

There weren’t many participants, no more than 130 people in total.

Every holy land of magic had sent ten students and between five to ten mentors.

They filled up a small hall.

The mentors took the front rows, and the students sat behind them.

Roland took the opportunity to observe the students of other Magic Towers.

Interestingly enough, he found that the seven Magic Towers were represented by seven different colors in nature, and the Monochrome Magic Tower was the only one whose students wore translucent robes.

The same academic meeting had been held too many times. So, the mentors cut to the chase without any ado and presented their findings.

The first day was the Monochrome Magic Tower’s session. Three Legendary Mages who specialized in spatial magic introduced their recently acquired knowledge or their latest magic hypotheses. All the mentors were either nodding or shaking their heads. They could all understand the speakers even though they didn’t agree with them.

But the students certainly felt differently!

Almost all the students were completely dumbfounded. They had no idea what was going on.

Roland, on the other hand, nodded now and then, deep in thought. Betta nodded occasionally too. He also understood some of the presentations.

However, while the other students couldn’t understand, they could still write down everything the speakers said.

Each of them had a tiny notebook before them, and a quill was quickly moving on its own on the notebook, recording everything the speakers said at a high speed.

It was Automatic Transcription, a level-two spell.

Roland was actually capable of the same spell, but it wasn’t really necessary.

Automatic Transcription was purely garbage compared to the system’s camera.

The mentors of the spatial Magic Tower spoke from morning till evening, with only two fifteen-minute breaks in between, during which time everybody answered nature’s call and replenished themselves with food.