The Black Sand Gang went desperately to inform the other so-called celebrities.

This is Roland's first 'order' to the Black Sand Gang after a year, and Gru will naturally seize this opportunity tightly.

The whole city was 'lively', and many of the well-known people who were invited were full of promises, and as soon as the messenger left, they immediately went out to find their acquaintances to ventilate, and see what Roland's invitation was meant by this little unkind invitation.

After all, as soon as Roland came back, he went outside the city to kill the people of the Silver Wing Guild once, although the latter was quickly resurrected, but the meaning of the representation was quite obvious.

The infighting between the Children of Gold ended with Roland winning.

The nobles who stood in the right position naturally rejoiced, and those who did not stand on the right side are now worried.

More centrists are skeptical. They don't know what Roland's move will be next, because this time Roland invited a lot of people, obviously to change some rules.

The whole city seemed to be in doubt.

In the evening, it rained heavily, and the raindrops the size of soybeans hit the ground frantically, and before long, the low-lying areas of the street became puddles.

At such times, no one thinks of going out again.

But Roland sent the Black Sand Gang to tell him.

Come rain come shine.

Really rain or shine? Why?

Roland said that he would hold a banquet in the square in front of the magic tower, after all, the magic tower could not actually hold so many people.

If it is really opened in the square, in this heavy rain, even if there is rain gear to protect you, how long can you protect it?

If you get soaked, you may get seriously ill.

Maybe Roland just wants to use this method to rectify people.

Some people are not convinced, they are unhappy, they look at the rain outside, sneer, and retreat home, not knowing what to do.

But there were also people, sighing, asking the servants to prepare rain gear and carriages, and set off in the direction of the magic tower.

Old Conan Doyle was one of them, and he looked at the rain curtain outside and sighed helplessly.

The old wife said beside him: "The magician Roland is just embarrassing people, letting this weather go to the square to attend the banquet, and saying that it is rain or shine, it is clear that he wants you to suffer." ”

"I know. But there is no way, I was on the wrong side before, and now that he is back, he has sent an invitation to a banquet that will kill people, and if I don't go, maybe our family will be destroyed by him. ”

The old wife said with some panic: "How dare he! ”

"Why not? Just because he's a magician. Old Conan Doyle said bitterly: "He even dares to catch the queen and enjoy it, and the royal family doesn't say anything, what right do we have to resist him." It's okay if we're old and dead, but a few children still have a future. ”

The old woman's eyes were red, and she cried slightly.

In her mind, her husband went to Roland's dinner this time, most of which was more than lucky.

"Don't cry, it doesn't have to be like that." Old Conan Doyle said very unconfidently, and then he looked at the butler: "Let's go." ”

Then the butler opened an umbrella for old Conan Doyle, escorted him outside the manor, and got into the carriage.

The rain was so heavy that the canopy of the wagon rustled.

Old Conan Doyle closed his eyes, his body swaying slightly with the swaying of the carriage.

His mind was now clear, and there was nothing to shake his heart for an old man who was completely ready to die.

I don't know how long it took, the carriage stopped, and the butler's voice came from the front: "Master, it's here...... But something seems to be wrong. ”

"No, that's right." Old Conan Doyle bent over, walked to the front door of the carriage, and lifted the curtain: "Roland said rain or shine, but now it is raining heavily, he as a magician knows that it is not strange that there is heavy rain, and it may even be that he made it, just to give us a profound ......"

Then Old Conan Doyle's expression froze.

There was a light in front of me, a great light.

Thick dark clouds, a curtain of silver mist-like rain, have shrouded the entire city in darkness.

But what did he see?

A huge imitation temple building, with a cornice roof and dozens of rock pillars, supports the building, with no walls and entrances on all sides.

The structure looks simple, but what is striking about the style of this temple is that it is very large.

The height is at least twenty-five meters, and the area is ridiculously large, and it takes at least seven or eight seconds to see from the left to the right.

Illumination balls glowing with a bright white glow were suspended beneath the roof.

It's brighter than daytime.

Isn't this the square of the Magic Tower?

Old Conan Doyle subconsciously looked at the back of the giant 'gazebo', where the tall magic tower towered.

When there was such a huge structure here, he was sure that it didn't exist at least half a day ago.

Is this the power of a powerful magician?

He's showing off.

Conan Doyle Sr. jumped out of the carriage and walked into the huge building with his rain gear on his own.

It was shocking enough to look at it from the outside, but when I went inside, I realized that I still underestimated the building.

People are in it, like a mouse entering the garden, pitifully small.

Putting away the rain gear, Old Conan Doyle saw a lot of acquaintances, and he was not the first to arrive.

He looked around, found a few people he was more familiar with, and walked over.

Before he could get there, a little minion of the Black Sand Gang came over with a booklet and said very respectfully: "Your Excellency, please sign here, Your Excellency Roland wants to count how many guests have come tonight." ”

He immediately put his name on it.

At this time, Old Conan Doyle already had a premonition that tonight's banquet might not be a disaster, and this giant building, this signature is proof.

If Roland really wanted to kill them, there was no need to be so troublesome.

As soon as he finished signing, two acquaintances came over next to him, and one of them whispered: "Old Doyle, do you have any inside information?" His Excellency Roland called us over, what the hell is going on? ”

Old Conan Doyle shook his head.

Then several people got together and began to speculate.

There are still many people around, all in groups of threes and twos, and it is estimated that the topics discussed are similar to theirs.

Time passed minute by minute, and those who were willing to come to the banquet were almost there.

Although there are quite a few people, there are more than 100 people, but compared to this huge building, it seems quite small.

When the banquet was about to begin, many members of the Black Sand Gang temporarily acted as rebukes and brought food and drinks.

It was placed on the stone table of the first few non-friends.

In this building, there are many stone tables and chairs, and the style looks very rough, but no one dares to dislike it.

At the back of the building, there is the Magic Tower.

Then the people of the Magic Tower appeared.

Roland walked in front, followed by Vincent and the Queen, then Vivien and Jerry, and the rest of the magical apprentices at the back.

Seeing the host come out, more than 100 guests hurriedly greeted him.

Roland stood on a high platform, looked around, and said with a smile: "I was disappointed, I thought that there would be a lot of people, and I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to fit it, so I temporarily used magic to build such a big house, but I didn't expect that my appeal was not enough, and only a few people came." ”

The guests all felt a little chill in their backs.