The guards don't know how to get the credentials?

Then things are a little more troublesome. Generally speaking, the people who work in a certain organization can at least know some of the basic rules or functions of the organization, but even the guards here are not clear, which means that the organization has done a good job of secrecy, or the clique mentality is prevalent.

Roland thinks it's probably the latter.

Therefore, the top priority is to gather intelligence, at least to figure out how to join the Wizards' Association, what qualifications are required, or what kind of tests to pass.

Leaving the Magic Tower Square, Roland first found the Lamb Lady Hotel. After entering, he soon came out again, and at the same time secretly cursed in his heart, Beta's boy, actually found such a place.

Although it is also a hotel business, the actual selling point is the prostitute worker, a large number of protruding and backward curves, and scantily dressed women are waiting for guests in the hall, no wonder they are called lamb girls!

However, Roland still booked a room inside, after all, Beta said that he was going to meet here, and the two were not separated by air like in other games, so for the time being, they could only do this, and they could only look forward to re-booking a new meeting point after the meeting, at least they had to find a place to correct themselves.

Walking on the street, Roland wanted to find someone to ask where to find better information, but when pedestrians on the street saw him, they would avoid it in advance. At first, he thought he was the reason for the new face, but then he thought it shouldn't be.

The city has a large population, and now there are a few more people on the streets than before, nearly a million people, and it is impossible for all of them to be familiar faces.

Then the problem lies with yourself.

Dress!

The magic robe that Falken gave him, although the quality is not high among the magic equipment, but there is a faint flow of magic elements on the white cloth, and even ordinary people can see something.

Well...... He found a tailor shop in the street, and when the owner saw a magician come in, he was at first startled, and he was so frightened that he didn't dare to speak.

But then he found that Roland spoke very kindly, so he gradually relaxed his heart.

After measuring Roland's height and measurements, according to Roland's requirements, he prepared a set of clothes worn by ordinary people in a well-off family.

Roland then put the magic robe in the system backpack and asked the tailor shop owner where the easiest place to find out was the place.

As a result, the owner told him that there was a place called the 'Grey Sand' tavern.

Coming here, Roland finally knew why this place was the easiest to find out.

A tavern with a large area, the first floor hall for drinking is estimated to cover an area of nearly 2,000 square meters.

More than a dozen giant rock load-bearing columns also support a second layer of about the same size.

There were a lot of people inside, bustling and huddled together.

When Roland came in, he didn't attract much attention.

He didn't use magic now, and he didn't wear conspicuous magical robes. No matter how you look at it, it looks like an ordinary person.

It was noisy, and drunken drunkards chatted loudly, laughed, and even cursed at each other.

There are also many escort maids, wearing cool clothes, accompanying the drunkards, showing off their own style.

The air is filled with hormones, as well as a scorched taste.

Roland found a place where no one was sitting down, and as soon as his butt was next to the chair, a woman with the smell of alcohol and a freckled face came over.

She dragged the chair and was about to stick to Roland's side, but she felt a chill all over her body, and then looked down to see that the chair she was dragging was stuck with a layer of white frost at some point.

And the frost seemed to be spreading to her feet.

She immediately sobered up from her wine and turned to leave. No ordinary person wants to have anything to do with the caster.

Roland said aloud: "Please help me bring someone who can speak in this tavern, I have some things to ask him to help with." ”

Although it was noisy in the tavern, Roland's voice could be heard clearly in the woman's ears.

This woman actually looks okay, freckles can't be appreciated by Roland, but many people think it's very cute.

The woman nodded vigorously and slowly stepped back. After some distance, she turned and walked away quickly.

It didn't take long for a man with a mustache to walk up.

He wore a square brick hairstyle, and he was wearing a black outfit, and the fabric looked quite good. He sat down in front of Roland and asked softly, "Your Excellency the Spellcaster, are you looking for me?" ”

Roland nodded.

"I'm the second owner of this tavern, it seems that Your Excellency wants to inquire about some news?" The man looked Roland up and down and said slowly, "You can call me Gru." ”

"Hello, Mr. Gru." Roland nodded again in greetings, he looked at the noisy environment around him, and smiled: "I am Roland, a son of gold. ”

The player is the child of gold, this is the premise of the game, like Falken knows, presumably this city should also be known to many people.

"Children of Gold?" Gru was stunned for a moment, then his eyes widened: "The kind of golden child who can be resurrected? ”

Roland nodded.

Gru suddenly felt a little tingling in his scalp.

The enemy is not terrible when it is strong, there will always be a weakness. But it's terrible to be resurrected, no matter how many weaknesses you have, after dying a few more times, you won't be gone.

"Where did you hear about us?" Roland asked.

Gru's expression instantly became very heavy, and he said: "A month ago, there were two sons of gold in our city, and then they had a grudge with a certain nobleman, although the two sons of gold died many times and their strength was weakened a lot, but they also managed to kill most of that nobleman's private soldiers. ”

It's so powerful...... As soon as they came, they clashed with the nobles, and those two players were too reckless.

Roland's curiosity surged up: "What about now?" ”

"It was impossible for the nobleman to fight an enemy head-on, so he left with his family and the rest of his private soldiers, intending to return to the royal city. And the two sons of gold chased after them. Gru's face was full of helplessness: "Those two sons of gold are very persistent in revenge, whoever comes to communicate with them, persuade them, or ignore threats, saying that if they don't kill that nobleman, they will never give up." ”

After hearing this, Roland was a little surprised in his heart, these two players actually killed a lot of people.

They actually got their hands on it! Obviously, these NPCs are no different from real people, and if you kill them, doesn't it feel like you're really killing people?

Isn't it awkward psychologically?

After thinking about it for a while, Roland shook his head, ignoring this question for the time being, he said to Gru: "This time, I want to ask if you know how to join the Magic Association?" ”

Gru looked at Roland in surprise for a moment and said, "Of course I do." Most people need a certificate, but you shouldn't need it. ”

"Why?" Roland said in surprise, "But I was stopped by the guards. ”

"If you know how to use magic, go directly to the branch president of the Magic Association, Lord Aldo, who can give you a certificate of membership."

"It's as simple as that?" Roland was a little surprised.

Gru shook his head, "No, it's hard. Magic is not something that ordinary people can master, at least in our city of Delbon, there are less than ten people who can become magicians out of a population of nearly a million. ”