Is This a Monkey Show?
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Great Elder Alfred understood Roland's meaning.
He also remembered the power behind Roland.
The Golden Sons, a group that couldn't die.
"Since you need ten days, then I will give you ten days." Alfred gently clapped his hands. "But, I need something. If one day soon the Monochrome Magic Tower collapses, I want to get the spell model of Mage's Disjunction, okay?"
The Great Elder of his own Magic Tower wasn't a do-gooder either.
Roland took a deep breath. "I will try my best. If there is no model of Mage's Disjunction, I will give you the Self-Destructing Inferior Fireball that I have improved a lot upon."
Alfred burst into laughter. "Haha, deal!"
Although Mage's Disjunction was extremely good, in the Great Elder's opinion, Roland's Inferior Fireball was more practical.
Magic apprentices could learn it, and the power of it could be large or small, freely adjustable.
It could be a single target attack or a crowd attack.