Chapter 641 - I’ve Got My Own Ideas

Mages Are Too OP

Chapter 641 I’ve Got My Own Ideas

At this time in the Temple of Light, Schuck said to the pope, “Those rescued from the Realm of Devils… Our church can claim some of them, and they will be excellent followers and sheep for us.”

The Pope, dressed in pale gold robes, sat atop his throne as he leaned down to look at the most improved Saint Samurai. “Why can’t we have all of them?”

“It’s impossible, Your Holiness. The royal family and the other great nobles will not allow our church to claim everyone.”

The Pope nodded. “You have a point, so do as you wish.”

“Okay.”

Schuck nodded and backed away.

When Schuck was gone, a woman with a faint shimmering light emanating from her body came in from the side door.

When the Pope saw her, he smiled. “It seems that Holy Son Schuck is indeed insightful. He has a sense of propriety and understands compromise. No wonder the Goddess favors him so much.”

“The Goddess has given me another order,” the Holy Lady said helplessly. “It’s also about Schuck.”

“What does the Goddess want?”

The Holy Lady shook her head. “No other woman is allowed near him except Margret.”

All right!

The Pope rubbed his forehead helplessly. “How can this be done? You know how charismatic Schuck is. Not to mention other women, even you, the Holy Lady, are flustered when you see him.”

The Holy Lady blushed slightly. “I don’t, no way. Pope, don’t talk nonsense.”

Schuck used the guild chat system to send a message to Roland after he exited the Pope’s hall.

Schuck: “The Church of Light will also be taking in a large group of people, so don’t worry about saving and settling people, just focus on the teleportation magic array.”

It took a while before Roland responded with the word “Okay.”

At this time, Roland was already inside the Magic Tower in Delpon, concentrating on the study of magic.

Under his orders, a large number of magic materials were procured into the Magic Tower for Roland to experiment with.

At first, Roland resorted to a brute force method.

It was simply replacing the magic materials to see what changed in the stability and durability of the teleportation magic array. Then he recorded it with numbers and saved it into his mathematical magic model.

Progress was very, very slow at first.

But as more data was recorded, the pace of research began to accelerate.

He could import the data into a mathematical model and then use the inverse method to figure out the effect of several materials after they were mixed.

He also accounted for mental power and variations in the magic runes.

…Finally forming a new recipe.

Then he tested if this recipe worked exactly as he had deduced it would.

If it was right, he would continue to optimize this recipe.

If it was wrong, then he figured out where the data was wrong, and deduced again, possibly coming up with more data.

This data was then put back into the data model for new extrapolation.

Under this efficient cycle, within half a month, he had compressed the cost of the multiple teleportation magic array to a single gold coin.

It was then possible to teleport about a hundred people. This was taking into account individual weight differences.

Weight also affected the teleportation effectnot much, but with a large number of people, there would be a large consumption cost.

A single gold coin of material that could create a hundred-person teleportation array was already impressive.

It was the equivalent of one hundred and sixty RMB per person to teleport once.

But this price was still a bit high.

After all, they weren’t teleporting hundreds of thousands of people, but millions, most likely tens of millions.

A rough calculation said it would take at least hundreds of thousands of gold coins to teleport all of them.

If the numbers were in the hundreds of millions, the cost would be even more frightening

It was about thirteen days before the deadline he had promised.

Roland continued to improve the teleportation magic array and improved the magic materials in the recipe.

But after a certain level of cost reduction, it was hard to decrease it further.

After another ten days, he compressed the cost of the multiple teleportation magic array to around eighty silver coins and raised the number of people that could be teleported to one hundred and fifty. It was a huge improvement, but he still wasn’t satisfied.

It was just that time no longer allowed more improvements.

He had to load a large number of magic materials in his Backpack and teleport to Sisilia.

At this time, a huge flat land had been added to the outskirts of Sisilia.

There were many small rocky houses, and a large number of poorly clothed, skinny humans moved around the densely packed houses that looked like a rice lattice.

These were the people who were rescued from the Realm of Devils.

By now the players had swept away three breeding cities, saving nearly 400,000 people.

These people returned to the main plane through the portal and were placed nearby.

Perhaps it was due to returning to their homeland, or perhaps it was due to feeling the sunlight, but many of the muddled “walking meat” gradually began to regain their intelligence. They still couldn’t talk, but they already knew how to follow the players’ instructions and go to a fixed place to eat, drink, and defecate, which was what kept the players from having to work so hard.

Otherwise, just helping them flush the feces off of their bodies was a hassle and an uncomfortable thing to do.

As soon as Roland appeared, he was surrounded by many people.

Solisa, a poised woman, was now noticeably thinner.

Players didn’t need to sleep, but if they were too busy and couldn’t even eat well. Even if they were professionals, they would lose weight in a short time.

“How’s the situation?”

“It’s barely at my ideal cost.”

Roland took out some magic materials from his Backpack and scattered them on the ground.

Under the influence of his mental power, the materials mixed and formed a flowery pattern with great speed and the final magic pattern switch was connected under Roland’s control. The large teleportation magic array, with a radius of about four meters or so, was immediately activated.

A lavender glow flowed above the magic pattern, looking extremely beautiful.

“How much does it cost?” asked Solisa.

“It costs 80 silver coins, and can teleport one hundred and fifty people,” Roland said after a pause. “After teleporting one hundred and fifty people, the magic array will be in a deactivated state, at which point magic materials will have to be added in, and then it will activate itself again.

“Just add the magic materials. No other steps are needed, like infusing magic power or something.”

As miraculous as the magic world was, one still had to think about the law of conservation of energy. “Just set the materials.” Roland further explained, “I’ve added a simple magical element gathering array to this magic array, a sort of array within an array, so as long as there are enough materials, it can theoretically keep running.”

“Kick-ass!” Even as a lady, Solisa blurted out a rude word.

She was a Summoner, a class that was also related to spellcasters. While the Summoner’s spells didn’t require effort to learn they would know how to do it once they reached a certain level—that didn’t stop her from learning about spells.

After all, the more magic you knew, the more you would know about the upper limits of your opponent’s abilities and how to circumvent or counteract them.

“I’ll build three magic arrays here first, and then three linking magic arrays on Fareins’ side.” Roland paused. “Of course, this will have to be prepared by talking to the royal family of Fareins, and it might take a day or two.”

Solisa waved her hand. “It’s fine, go ahead and get busy. We can still endure for a few days.”

Roland nodded and teleported away.

“It’s so nice to be able to come and go when you want. Spatial magic is so convenient.”

She coveted it, but it was a shame that Elven Summoners could never learn Teleportation.

Solisa froze in place for a moment, then walked back into the refugee camp to help care for the pitiful people.

At the same time, through her, the successful improvement of Roland’s teleportation magic array spread throughout the camp.

There were a lot of sighs of relief.

It had been quite a difficult month for them.

In reality, about eighty percent of the players who bought the virtual cabin were eighteen to twenty-five years old. They were either in college or had just entered the workforce.

And most of them were only sons and daughters. They were still children themselves by nature, and now they had to take care of so many people at once, not only wiping their feces and pouring out their urine but also taking care of their food and disease prevention.

These small matters, when piled up, were quite tortuous.

They gave thanks to the fact that the in-game body was quite strong, both in terms of endurance and willpower, far stronger than in reality.

But just because they could hold on didn’t mean that they wouldn’t be mentally exhausted. They’d rather hack the devils’ brains out and were less inclined to do this difficult job of taking care of people.

It was because of a simple sense of justice, an instinctive sense of duty, that they persisted.

Now that they heard about the improvements to the multiple teleportation magic array that Roland had already completed, they were relieved and felt more relaxed.

It was sure to be a pain in the ass to wrap things up after that, but at least there was hope that things would be over.

Roland teleported to the capital of Fareins and went straight to Stephanie’s estate.

Stephanie was still sipping her afternoon tea, and now she was waiting for her father to abdicate and then take the throne herself.

It was tacitly approved by the major powers in the capital, especially by the Association of Mages, whose support was strong, and there was no one expressing their opinions or questions about this.

So she was very idle, and naturally, her idle time was spent drinking afternoon tea and throwing parties every day. But her parties were quite formal and official, and usually, only noblewomen were invited; there were hardly any male guests.

After Roland entered the manor, Stephanie immediately smiled and rose. Several noblewomen next to her also followed suit.

Two of them were familiar faces but Roland didn’t know their names.

“The first four hundred thousand people are ready,” Roland said, “so what about your side?”

“Of the forty thousand people, we want a hundred thousand for the royal family,” Stephanie said as she headed out of the manor. “A hundred fifty thousand for the Temple of Light and a hundred fifty thousand for the other nobles, we’ll arrange it all. But the question is, how do you get the people here?”

Roland followed her. “Multiple teleportation magic array!” “Aren’t you afraid that revealing this ability will give other people ideas?” said Stephanie, stopping and twisting her head to look at him. “If my father or the Temple of Light were to strike, even I would not be able to help you.” “Don’t worry about that, I’ve got my own ideas.” Roland waved his hand. “Now just designate a wide area. I’ll set up the magic array, and then have them ready to receive the people.”

“Sure. Carve the magic array right in front of the palace.” Stephanie gave him a deep look. “As for the manpower, give me half a day to deal with this.”

“Okay.”

After speaking, Stephanie led Roland to the square in front of the palace, where he left three paired magic arrays.

Then he teleported back to Delpon, first leaving a pile of magic materials for replenishing the magic array by the magic array, and after handing over the approximate blend ratios to Solisa and the others, he said, “To improve this spell, I’ve almost hit the bottom of my gold supply, and the rest of the money has to be saved for maintaining the Magic Tower and the academy, so I’m relying on you guys to replenish the magic materials.”

Solisa and the others were well aware of how much money was burned on something like research.

Especially to make achievements in a short time, the speed of burning money was even more exaggerated.

Several guild chairmen patted their chests to show that they understood and said that the material costs were covered jointly by various guilds.

And the matter of guiding the “walking meat” refugees to teleport to Fareins was also taken care of by them. “Just rest easy for a while, big brother.”

Then they went off happily to deal with the refugee camp.

Roland went to a less crowded place nearby and sat there for quite a while.

Always improving spells and always researching materials, hardly stopping for a moment, was a great burden on his mind and body.

But now… he could rest for a while.

After resting for an hour, he teleported back to Delpon and stayed with Queen Andonara, enjoying the latter’s gentle ministrations. His physical and mental fatigue faded away.

But the feeling of emptiness in his body grew stronger and stronger. It wasn’t until he felt his body protesting that he left the manor.

Then he found a nondescript Church of Magic and walked in.

A drawing about a multiple teleportation magic array was placed on the offerings altar and it didn’t take long for the Church of Magic to be covered by a gentle and divine mental power.

Roland felt the landscape around him disintegrate into pieces, into flecks of light, and then reconstitute itself into another world.

Under the blue sky, he stood on top of a huge platform.

And around this platform, there were countless tall towers.

The towers were connected by a long sky bridge.

In front of Roland stood a woman.

She had waist-length purple and pink hair, a gorgeous face, and wore a long white sleeveless dress.

Her front chest plate was large, with the northern hemisphere showing slightly.

It was white and smooth!

“Lady Mystra, the Goddess of Magic?” asked Roland aloud. “Is that you?”

“Why is this magic array only half complete!”

Staring at Roland, her purple eyes were filled with a strong desire for knowledge.

“As expected of a goddess, you can tell right away!” Roland smiled and said, “I want to make a deal with you.”

“Making deals with gods-you really don’t have much reverence for us.”

Roland shook his head and said, “No, I’ve always respected you, Ms. Mystra.”

“Hell if I believe you.” Mystra slowly approached. “How do you want to trade?”