【You have signed an equal contract with the elf girl. You unlocked the achievement 「Win-Win」, and received 100 divine gold coins.】

【Through the contract, you have gained more than a thousand times the profit. You unlocked the special achievement「 Huge Profits」, and received an all-attribute sorcery book (first order).】

Roland stretched out his right hand to catch the sorcery book falling from the sky.

The material is special, flexible, and not made of ordinary paper.

The first page of the sorcery book read a sentence.

'sorcery is omnipotent.'

This tone was somewhat disdainful of everything, but Roland liked it. He was a Sorcerer, of course, he wanted sorcery to be powerful.

Flipping through the sorcery book, he read the general theory of sorcery recorded in the book.

As was well known, the world of Tiamat wandered with Sorcerous elements of various attributes.

Sorcerous elements are omnipresent, they exist in the earth, air, water, and even non-material substances like spirits and souls are within the sorcerous system.

Even the so-called void is a type of sorcery.

The world of Tiamat has a high concentration of sorcerous elements, very suitable for sorcery.

It's just that sorcery is monopolized by the upper echelons, and ordinary people are forbidden from accessing it.

Roland laughed, is this what's called a sorcery-prohibited world? No wonder the gods arranged for him to be a Sorcerer as his star-born profession.

Roland snapped his fingers, and a flame appeared out of thin air above his fingertip, his finger supporting the flame like a candle.

With a thought, the flame disappeared, replaced by a water ball.

With the sorcery book in hand, he can cast sorcery at will, without needing to chant.

The notion that chanting is necessary to use sorcery is a misconception.

Races with excellent sorcerous affinity never chant when casting spells, only the weak ones need incantations.

Holding the sorcery book, he vaguely felt it was not about learning dozens of spells, but rather awakening memories deep within his soul. However, those memories were all regarding first-order sorcery.

Being able to freely use first-order sorcery is excellent, but first-order sorcery had its limits; one cannot expect Ice Arrow or Small Fireball to be too destructive to his enemies.

Roland calmly reflected on the events of these days. Summarizing the ways and results of obtaining rewards, he keenly discovered that ordinary achievements don't offer much, only hidden achievements yield significant profits.

The minimum price for an elf maid is a thousand divine gold coins, he won it with one, gaining a thousand times profit, thus unlocking the sorcery book.

Roland came up with another potentially highly profitable opportunity.

He declared war on more than a dozen forces, including a kingdom. If not for the lack of a suitable reason, he would even declare war on the Holy Essen Empire.

He intended to switch his territories through the method of defeat and surrender, this is his understanding of the rules. As long as it's successful, it's another wave of huge profit.

This is a strategy that everyone knew.

He knew it, the enemy knew it, but it might still work.

He was challenging King Geralt of Salsen's dignity; he bet the other party would't agree to peace unconditionally. Making peace with a baron was too humiliating for a king.

For the king Geralt, though the Baron Minhaosen's domain was poor and the war was not profitable, he still needed the victory.

Roland looked forward even more to the kingdom's cavalry coming soon.

As long as they came, he would surrender.

Minhaosen had nothing but mountains and trees; although the forest was lush, it was not made of tall and straight trees that sell for a good price. He doesn't want to stay in this godforsaken place for a day longer.

After signing the contract with Melannis, life returned to calm.

In the blink of an eye, another half month passed.

This book's true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience.

Melannis was very quiet, she always sat properly, never causing trouble nor leaving the castle. She usually sits quietly in the library, reading or daydreaming.

She stopped going on hunger strike. She strictly followed Roland's diet, and even gained some weight over half a month.

She was silent. She did not cry or make a fuss. She acted like a tree.

In the first few nights, she stood at the bedroom door in her silk pajamas, hinting with her eyes that Roland could use her without hesitation, but rejected.

What Roland wants is not half a year, but a lifetime.

After being rejected three times, Melannis believed that Roland was not just being polite to her.

The appearance of Melannis and the three maids brought some vitality to the empty castle.

Watching the beautiful girls swirling around him, Roland felt that his life might not be so bad.

He occasionally thought of settling down, but he quickly dismissed the idea.

Those chosen by the gods must stand tall. He was already in great trouble.

When he once again stood on the third floor of the castle gazing into the distance, Granni, who was following behind, couldn't help but ask:

"My lord, what are you looking at every day?"

"I'm expecting my enemies to arrive. And a new domain."

Roland put down the telescope in his hand and said with a smile.

"New domain?" Granni looked at Roland, puzzled, her big eyes filled with confusion.

"I declared war on more than a dozen enemies."

War?

Granni's eyes lit up; she knew this.

She slapped her solid chest muscles, making them shake left and right, and a hearty voice followed.

"My lord, how can you have a fight without calling me? You don't need to tell me how many enemies there are, just tell me where they are, and I'll tear them apart!"

"My first enemy is Viscount Bloom, he has about five hundred private soldiers."

Granni's smile froze.

She was warlike but not a fool; she cannot fight five hundred enemies alone.

She scratched her head somewhat embarrassedly, flicked her golden ponytail, and chuckled, "My lord, the enemies are slightly numerous, but I can handle a hundred... uh, at least eighty...okay, fifty for sure! Do you have other enemies?"

"Yes, Earl Grull, with about two thousand private soldiers."

"Ah, this..." Granni blushed unusually, her boastful claims falling from the sky, hitting her face with a bit of pain.

"Right, there's also the Kingdom of Salsen, not really a big country, the total mobilization can summon thirty thousand soldiers."

Granni stood there dumbfounded, asking in confusion, "My lord, we only have thirteen soldiers, can we win?"

"Of course we can't win." Roland was very honest.

Granni was somewhat speechless, mumbling after a while, "Why declare wars if we can't win? Even we barbarians wouldn't do such a foolish thing."

Roland was amused by Granni.

She's indeed very naive. She didn’t understand how complex the world of humans can be.

He did not mock the barbarian girl but said with a smile, "Although I hope for the enemies to come, they most likely won't."

"Why?"

Roland wanted to explain, but realizing Granni's simple mind might not grasp such complex machinations, he seriously bluffed:

"My power is beyond your imagination!"

"My lord, are you kidding?" Granni was somewhat speechless; she was simple-minded, not stupid.

Stretching out her hand to pinch Roland's arm, she said unconvinced, "I could easily break your arm, my lord. You're not that strong, my lord."

"Is that so, what if you can't break it?"

"Then I'll admit you're strong." Granni's eyes sparkled brightly.

"Try it then."

Roland calmly extended his left arm, quietly casting various spells on it.

Stone Shield, Forest Light, Fortify, Deflection...

While buffing himself, he also secretly applied a multitude of debuffs on Granni.

After all, he had the strength of a third-order knight. Coupled with the protection of sorcery, it was the perfect opportunity to test the effects of buff and debuff spells.

The sorcerous system of the world of Tiamat is divided into six orders, with the first five orders belonging to the realm of mortal powerhouses and the sixth tier belonging to divine sorcery.

First-order sorcery isn't known for its offensive power, but many supporting spells are first-order, excellent for enhancing oneself and weakening the enemy.

Granni, seeing Roland's confident demeanor, hesitated.

Although she was capable of breaking Roland's arm, Roland was her master, and a maid intentionally injuring her master could lead to imprisonment.

That must be why Roland dared to let her try.

Granni realized this, her intelligence taking the high ground.

Can't break it, huh? No problem. At least she could make Lord Roland beg for mercy for underestimating her strength.

"So, shall I go ahead?"

"Just do it." Roland urged. Some powerful spells have short durations, and he'd have to reapply them if she didn't act soon.

Granni gripped Roland's arm with her right hand, feeling weakened suddenly. Her body could only exert 30% of its strength.

30% it is, then. Let’s do it!

As Granni's robust palm gripped him, Roland was actually a bit nervous inside. He knew that Granni could tear wood into neat strips.

But when Granni squeezed, Roland was reassured; sorcery really is omnipotent.

To continue testing, he taunted without hesitation: "Is this the strength of barbarians? Put some effort into it!"

Granni's spirit was ignited. Her eyes turned blood red, and blood surged up instantly, her anger and blood loss triggering her Blood Rage state, which requires blood loss to activate.

The buffs dispersed the debuffs Roland applied, granting her an instantaneous burst of strength seven times higher than normal.

With a 'crack' sound, Roland's arm broke.

Hearing the sound, Granni snapped back to reality.

Done for, breaking her master's arm, she would face severe punishment.

She let go in panic, her voice tearful, "I didn't mean to...punish me, please."

"What nonsense."

Despite the pain turning his lips white, Roland maintained a smile, "It was my order, the consequences are my responsibility. Alright, you may leave."

Leaving the stunned barbarian maid behind, Roland quickly returned to his bedroom, sitting on the bed with sweat soaking his back.

Is this the strength of barbarians? Sorcery had negated most of the damage, yet his arm was still broken. Was that reasonable?

Looking at his arm swollen like a pig's trotter, he hissed in pain, applying Healing spells to ease the pain while searching for ointment.

As he rummaged, a soft green glow fell on his arm.

Melannis appeared out of nowhere, a green phantom of the Life Tree emerging in her palm, with light continuously flying from it to Roland's arm.

The swelling and pain vanished, and the broken bones gradually healed.

Half a minute later, Melannis withdrew her hands, curtsying slightly, "I'm not a priest, so my healing might be a bit rusty."

Roland swung his left arm. It was as good as before broken.

He grabbed Melannis's hands with a smile, "Thank you, you're my angel."

Melannis's hands warmed in Roland's grasp, her body inexplicably heating up.

She could easily pull away, but she didn't.

This was a right granted to Roland by the contract, which she should respect.