Studying abroad in Kamar-Taj was just an alternative idea for Roy.
After all, Roy was also afraid that his mafia background would be exposed by the magicians of Kamar-Taj.
Without considering studying abroad in Kamar-Taj for the time being.
Roy was silent for an entire afternoon, and finally absorbed a wave of knowledge brought by the Sage System and worked out another development plan.
Whether it's a necromancer, a magician, or even an arcanist, all professions rely on knowledge as a ladder for advancement.
Without contacting Kamar-Taj for the time being.
You can completely use the alchemy that comes with the Philosopher's Stone to study and advance on your own with basic rune literature, potion science, magic crystal science, creation science, creation science and other extraordinary knowledge.
Anyway, it's only 2002 now, so it's not easy to show off one's extraordinary abilities.
As far as I know, this world is most likely based on the movie version of the Marvel Universe.
The first year of superhero was when Iron Man was born in 2008.
Even if the Chitauri invade New York, it will be 10 years later, and there are still 15 years before the world-destroying crisis-level extinction event.
Such a long time is enough for me to improve myself to the point where I can protect myself.
I won't say anything else.
According to the basic knowledge brought by the Sage System, building an army of golem puppets is enough to dominate New York.
Building a magician tower is enough to make yourself the uncrowned king of America.
If a floating city could be built, defeating Thanos's space fleet would be a piece of cake.
It is not impossible to beat up dimensional Mephista like Dormammu and Mephisto.
I'll talk to Ancient One about it then. Haha, by then, even a coin that falls on the ground will be mine.
As long as you protect your own Earth, you will have enough time to climb all the way up until you become an unprecedented magic god.
Ding-a-ling!
The crisp call from room service woke Roy from his futuristic fantasy.
Take a look at your system panel.
Roy sighed again. He only had 36 basic runes in total, not a single spell, not to mention the golem army, magician tower, and floating city.
We still have a long way to go to protect our planet.
A towering building rises from the ground.
Damn, get the money first.
After a sigh.
Roy answered the phone in the room quickly, and Charon's cautious and polite voice soon came from the microphone.
"Mr. Roy, it's already 6pm. Do you need dinner service?"
"Yeah!"
"Mr. Winston has prepared Italian food and would like to have dinner with Mr. Roy. Is that okay?"
"Old Winston? Sure, but I prefer Huxia food, the unadulterated kind."
"Mr. Roy, I will make a suggestion to Mr. Winston. Can dinner be set at 8 o'clock?"
"See you in two hours then!"
After hanging up the phone, Roy casually poured himself half a glass of whiskey, his eyes slightly deep.
In this f***ed up world of American variety shows, there are countless outrageous and bizarre things, and even the Mafia may be the black gloves of the Vatican Inquisition.
It is not difficult to accept the addition of a killer platform like Mainland Hotels and the Peace Hotel.
Continental Hotels, a force capable of building killer platforms in major cities around the world, should not be underestimated.
So Roy had no intention of refusing Winston's dinner invitation.
The Continental Hotel in New York, even at its high table behind the scenes, has a certain influence, not to mention that Winston has been running the Continental Hotel in New York for nearly 30 years.
Among the global underground forces, Winston is considered a top figure.
As for New York, Winston is a local tyrant with extremely strong power and connections.
Just as Roy said when he checked into the hotel.
After Roy's family assigned his territory to Lower Manhattan, he became a "neighbor" of the Continental Hotel.
There's no harm in making good terms with Winston, the old fox, in advance.
After making a decision.
Roy quickly relaxed, took a shower, and changed into relatively comfortable casual clothes.
It was almost eight o'clock when Roy went out and went straight to the rooftop restaurant of the Continental Hotel.
I have to say.
Old Winston is a man who knows how to enjoy life.
The entire rooftop of the Continental Hotel is designed in a semi-open layout, with potted flowers everywhere. Looking out, you can see the prosperous scenery of half of Manhattan.
After arriving at the rooftop restaurant.
Roy immediately saw the old Winston, who looked like Rambo, swaying the aperitif in a crystal glass elegantly at the table next to Guaijiaochu.
Their eyes met, and old Winston invited them to raise their glasses, with a gentle, refined and surprisingly friendly demeanor.
After a while.
Roy sat down opposite Winston and took the thin cigar handed to him by old Winston.
"Cohiba Bentley, my favorite. It's so thoughtful. No wonder the Continental Hotel in New York has become more and more popular in recent years!"
"It's definitely because you deserve it, Roy. Welcome to New York."
"Shit, Winston, you sound like a scumbag in a movie about to trick a woman into having s*x. Please don't treat me like this, I'm really scared."
Hear Roy's joke.
Even an old fox like Winston was slightly stunned and his hands trembled.
Roy then smiled heartily and said, "Winston, it was just a joke. Let's eat first. Coming from Italy, I only had one flight meal. God, it was a disaster."
Winston smiled and shook his head when he heard this, then waved to the waiter to serve the meal.
It only takes a short while.
One after another, extremely exquisite and sumptuous Huxia meals were served on the table.
Eight dishes, one soup, and even rice.
I have to say that old Winston is really considerate in dealing with people and paying attention to details.
At the same time, this strange yet familiar original Huxia food also whetted Roy's appetite.
A dinner that was enjoyable for both the host and the guests.
After the meal was over, the rooftop restaurant, which was once very lively, was gradually emptied out, leaving only Roy and Winston.
Roy wiped his mouth and finally spoke, "Winston, I don't think this dinner is just to welcome me to New York. It's just a street in downtown. It's not worth such a grand ceremony."
Winston looked sleepy and said calmly, "Yes, Roy, if that's all, it's not worth it."
"But if it's Robin Hood from Sicily, it's naturally different."
Roy was not surprised that Winston knew his background.
Just like John Wick is the famous Baba Yago and Night Stalker of the Continental Hotel in New York.
Roy also shines brightly at the Continental Hotel in Rome.
But after hearing Winston's words, Roy rolled his eyes and said, "Winston, you should learn to use words correctly."
"The god damn horse comes from Robin Hood in Sicily. He is the Black Knight, the knight who walks in the dark."