Inside the cabin.

The swaying lights were the only audience, and the sound of flowing water became accompaniment. Frell held Roland's hand and patiently guided his footsteps.

Soon, Roland roughly grasped the key points of the so-called palace ballroom dance.

The movements of this ballroom dance are very simple and not difficult. Roland practiced it for half an hour with a little careful consideration, and his stumbling dance steps were basically smooth, almost keeping up with Frell's footsteps.

"Not bad, come on, let's start officially!"

Frell was very happy, raised his hand and snapped his fingers. With a slight movement of mana, Roland heard accompaniment sound in his ears, not a single accompaniment, but a dance music composed of multiple instruments, as if there was a professional band in the cabin.

Seeing Roland being curious, Frell smiled and explained: "Illusion: Turin waltz, small spell, but very fine and extremely difficult to master."

"Good spell." Roland sincerely praised.

"Come on, let's dance to the rhythm."

Frell's face was flushed, and he walked over and took Roland's hand. After taking him around for a few quick turns, he turned around and leaned back, just leaning against Roland's thick chest.

Roland had learned the violin and had a good sense of music. Seeing Freil leaning in his arms, he followed the movement he had learned before, held her hand, and led Freil to dance to the melody.

"Yes, that's it. You learn so quickly." Frell praised her, her face flushed and she jumped very deeply.

At the beginning, Roland was a little unfamiliar with his cooperation, but after a few practices, he completely understood the rhythm, his dance steps became quite smooth, and he began to truly experience the beauty of Turin waltz.

He also opened his heart, put down all the trivial distractions, followed the music's guidance, and danced with Frell to the fullest.

I have to say that this set of palace ballroom dance moves are stretched, elegant, and lively. Occasionally, there are also some passionate and ambiguous dance moves.

For example, if there is an action, the man will pick up the woman, and the woman will wrap around the man's body like a vine, which not only shows the man's masculinity, but also shows the woman's softness.

After a few songs, Frell panted slightly, his cheeks were bright red, his eyes were shiny, while Roland was a little embarrassed, and the dance music was very enjoyable, but some movements were too unrestrained, and the two sides were entangled and tight, so that the sensitive parts of the body were often touched.

In Roland's heart, Frell was an elder and a magic tutor, so it would be a bit disrespectful to do so.

He went to see Frell several times, but saw that she didn't care at all, as if she was just concentrating on dancing. After a few times, Roland felt relieved.

He thought to himself: "The upper class in this world is quite unrestrained and passionate. In contrast, I am still a little restrained. There is no need to think about it after some contact."

After eliminating the distracting thoughts, he danced with concentration, followed Frell, immersed in the spiraling dance steps.

For a moment, in the dark cabin, music was flowing around like a golden flying blanket, while a pair of men and women were immersed in flying dance steps. The man was tall and strong, and the woman was slender and tall. The two were either lingering, separated, intertwined, or staring.

This scene seems like a dream.

After a long time, Frell finally had a good time.

She slowed down and lay panting on Roland's chest, but her body still swayed slowly along with the melody: "Oh~ This feels so beautiful. In a trance, I felt like I was back to my 20s."

When she was young, she was a very lively person, but since she became a great master, there have been more rules that need to be followed, and she has to be on the air everywhere. Over time, even she has forgotten what she used to be.

Now, with Femilson's spell, by chance, she actually got the opportunity to live for herself once in her twilight years.

This experience was enough to make her reminisce for the rest of her life.

Roland also felt happy, with a drunken feeling of slight drunkenness, and her body was warm and indescribable.

This was a feeling he had never experienced in his two lives. He couldn't help but think in his heart: "No wonder so many people like to dance. In terms of enjoyment, the nobles are indeed very unique."

While pondering, Frell's body suddenly moved, broke free from Roland's arms, snapped his fingers quickly, and the music echoed in the cabin came to an abrupt end.

"Okay, relaxation is over." Frell's face was solemn and his voice returned to calm, but her face was still red, with fine beads of sweat on the tip of her nose and forehead.

Roland shook his head slightly and woke up from his intoxication.

He clearly felt that such entertainment could be enjoyed, immersed in it for a brief time, and used it as a colorful embellishment of life, but he must never be immersed in it.

Restrained his mind, he gave a wizard ceremony and said seriously: "Madam, thank you for taking me to experience this wonderful time."

Frell did not respond. She stared at Roland's face. After looking for a long time, she suddenly sighed softly and said earnestly: "You must not only remember the spells I teach you, but also master them. I believe you can do it."

Roland nodded seriously: "I can, ma'am."

"I'm tired and want to rest. You can do it yourself."

As she said this, Frell's voice became a little indifferent, and she turned around and stopped looking at Roland.

Roland felt a little strange about such a sudden change in attitude, but without thinking too much, he bowed again, picked up the spell notes, and wanted to exit the extremely empty cabin.

As soon as he walked to the hatch door, Frell called him again: "How long will it take for us to get off the boat?"

Roland looked up at Frell, still standing with his back to him, unable to see the expression on his face: "Madam, as planned, you should be able to reach your destination Saltwater Port tomorrow at 8 pm."

"When is it now?" Frell asked again.

Roland took out his pocket watch and looked at it: "It's 10 am now. We have to stay on the boat for 34 hours."

"34 hours...well~ It's quite a long time."

Frell pondered for a while, then suddenly asked again: "Roland, how long have you been promoted to a higher-level mage?"

"If you count carefully, today should be the 89th day."

"Are you 89 days?" Frell was silent for a while again, and asked again: "According to your estimate, how long will your mana reach the limit of a high-level mage?"

Roland thought about this question carefully and immediately replied: "If nothing unexpected happens, it will take about 500 days."

Frell turned around and frowned slightly: "Is it a year... um~~ Time is too slow."

Roland was stunned, wondering why Frell said that.

However, according to his own ideas, this speed is indeed too slow.

It is true that for the mage, his mana improvement speed is terrifying, but the current situation may not allow him to spend this year comfortably.

His enemies are very powerful and will never let him become stronger. He will definitely try his best to stop him and kill him.

But even though he knew the situation was dangerous, his manpower always had a limit.

"Madam, I've tried my best."

In order to become stronger as soon as possible, he really tried his best to think of everything he could.

Frell nodded: "You have done a very good job, your mana increases almost faster than all Glenmay mages in history, including Safar... However, the current situation is really sinister and you are about to face a terrible challenge."

Roland listened carefully, but couldn't guess Frell's intentions.

Frell walked slowly towards Roland: "Femilson's spell made me extremely energetic. Although I was a little tired, I was still full of energy. I couldn't sleep even if I rested. I planned to help you improve your mana."

Roland was stunned: "Improve mana?"

Frell nodded with a solemn look: "In the visible future, the situation in Glenmay will become more and more dangerous. The Red Eagle Army must have a truly powerful master to take charge. I can't bear this burden, I can only rely on you. You must break through the extraordinary realm as soon as possible!"

If it were before, Frell would not have had this idea, but after this period of contact, she deeply felt that Roland had extraordinary talent for magic, and he would definitely become a great wizard, and even a sage!

It's just a matter of time.

Since that's the case, she didn't mind helping him again. If she could speed up Roland's pace a little and help him break through the extraordinary realm sooner, she would have made a contribution to Glenmay.

Frell's words were correct, and the reason was very legitimate. What puzzled Roland was what method she planned to use to help him improve his magic power?

Could it be Lingrong?
Chapter completed!