John Jr. is not a fool, if he were a fool, he would have launched a counterattack against the sons of gold by now, instead of waiting for Bard to come, and then he wanted to unite outsiders with interests to achieve his own goals.

Because he is not a fool, he can hear different information from Bud's brainless words.

What does it mean that a sand sculpture that is not a 'miracle' actually looks exactly like Roland?

Little John was silent for a moment, and then despair gradually stained his cheeks: "It seems that these sons of gold really have a very good background, and they can even make miracles...... There is no hope for our John's family to recover. “

The soft voice can't hide the heavy sadness.

"I don't think it's just a miracle." Bud took a sip of the fruit wine, which was originally sweet, but now gave him a bitter taste: "I also threw the gold coin, and now I also get that special ability." A voice seemed to tell me that this ability was called 'Roland's Passion'. “

Bard didn't say anything more, just looked out the window, his expression becoming even more lost and gloomy.

Seeing this, Bard slowly told some interesting stories about the royal city, regardless of whether John could listen to it or not.

At this time, what can you do without chatting?

Revenge?

Impossible things.

Half a day later, it was already evening, and when it was almost winter, the night came very quickly.

At this time, there was already a hint of chill in the night wind.

Bud subconsciously tightened his clothes.

When he jumped out of the carriage, he was surprised to find that there were many carriages parked at the gate of the 'Roland' manor, nobles coming in and out, and other carriages slowly approaching from a distance.

When he came to the door, and before he could speak, the butler who was in charge of receiving the guests saw him and immediately came up and said, "Lord Bud, it is wonderful that you have finally returned." ”

Bard pointed to the brightly lit manor and asked curiously, "What is this?" ”

"Our host has set up a banquet for you, and at the same time, he has urgently invited the nobles and merchants in the city who are now more prominent in the city to come over." The butler led the way in front and said, "The master is waiting for you in the study." ”

Along the way, Bard greets people he knows, and nobles who don't know him well ask others about his identity.

And when he entered the banquet hall, Bud also saw a group of people who were different.

Their dress was a little strange, but it was definitely not obtrusive, it was very much in line with the solemnity of the banquet, and most importantly, Bard felt a temperament similar to Roland's in them.

After a brief pause, Bard looked stunned, and he suddenly thought of a terrifying possibility.

Quietly glancing at the crowd of people who were playing around in the hall and didn't seem to have any manners, Bud went up to the third floor.

He felt a chill in his back, and when he touched it back, he found that some cold sweat was spilling out of his skin.

Then he took a deep breath and opened the door and entered the study.

I saw Roland, who was staying alone in the study.

There were no candles lit in the room, but there was an illumination ball hanging from the roof, and the space was not too large as day.

Bard sat down in front of Roland, his eyes were very serious, very serious, and even a little questioned: "The group downstairs is all the children of gold?" ”

Roland nodded.

Bud twitched his cheeks: "All professionals?" ”

Roland nodded again.

Then Bard let out a long sigh and looked out the window, as if he had seen through the red dust.

Just as Roland was about to ask, Bard himself spoke first: "Little John is so pitiful. ”

Roland felt a little puzzled, this Bard's thinking was too jumpy.

About ten minutes later, Bud walked out of Roland's study, his expression becoming more and more dazed. At the next banquet, he was at the mercy of Roland like a puppet, and he watched Roland say something out of tune before the banquet began, then toasted to all the nobles present, and then was pushed to the front desk, smiling like a puppet, instinctively interacting with the others.

It wasn't until late at night, when the nobles were almost gone, that Bard slowly came to his senses.

The more nights it gets, the colder it gets.

Bard let out a long breath, and a shallow white mist had already appeared.

He sat by the window, holding a glass of turquoise fruit wine in his hand, and did not drink it, but watched the cold moonlight shine down, and in the microwave shaking of the fruit wine, there were silver ripples.

Bard knew that the Sons of Gold were powerful and would have a great impact on their aristocracy sooner or later.

But he didn't expect this day to come so quickly.

That night, he raised his glass to the moon and did not drink, and did not sleep all night.

The next day, Bard found Roland and said, "I'm going to stay here for a while, can you let me join your magic tower for a while, communicate with them, and learn the basics of magic."

Roland smiled and said, "Of course there is no problem. ”

At last night's banquet, Roland was also improvised.

After all, Bard won almost double the reward for himself, not to mention the gold coins, and the magic materials were also hard currency in Roland's eyes.

In many cases, there is nowhere to buy it.

So in order to express his gratitude, Roland held a banquet for him according to the custom here.

Because it was a hasty decision, Roland didn't think that many people would attend.

But I didn't expect that almost all the people who sent the invitation from the housekeeper came.

The other group of players are members of the Silverwing Guild who have only moved here in the last few days.

There are about 70 people, and although the ranks are generally around LV2 and LV3, they are already a very strong force.

Roland's purpose for holding the banquet was to wash the dust for Bard, and the other reason was to see if the players could fit into the Delbon aristocracy.

Outcome...... The outlook is less promising.

Although both sides have made exchange attempts, the gap between the three views is a little far, and some concepts are even more different.

Chatting and chatting, the mood of the two parties is not very good, and it is already a lucky thing not to scold each other on the spot.

Although this attempt was a failure, this banquet caused a lot of repercussions on the forum.

One player went straight to the recording, edited it a little and sent it out.

"The Real Aristocratic Banquet, Finally Gaining Knowledge"

Behind this post, a large group of players are leaving messages.

'Look at the gentleman and lady, but in fact it is a male thief and a prostitute. ‘

'Upstairs, where do you see this?' Why do I only have the feeling of glamorous wine? ‘

'Human experience is different, teenager. ‘

If it weren't for Roland, it is estimated that these guys would blow out the candles in the middle and late stages of the banquet and mess around on the spot. ‘

'No, where do you see this sign?' ‘

I don't understand it either. ‘

Of course, you serious people can't understand it, but it's all people who have some money and are always open-minded. They themselves are the people in the play, and of course they can understand the body language of those people. The same goes for me. ‘

This reply is Principal Huang, and the golden reply font of the local tyrant directly caused a commotion among the players.

At this time, Roland took Bard to the Magic Tower and said to the magic apprentices: "Your Excellency Bard will live in the Magic Tower for more than ten days from today, and discuss with you to learn the basics of magic, everyone is welcome." ”

The applause rang out, and although the magic apprentices applauded, their expressions were very stiff and nervous.

On the other hand, the four mage players looked very calm, and even had a little interest in their eyes.