After Roland had done all this, he pulled the bottom of Cheskooff's wizarding robe upside down.

By the way, Cheskoff was Carl's superior wizard in the Waste Development Bureau. He was a standard Suzer man, with a tough mind - but his tenacious will didn't play a role in the face of Roland's visceral divination, which searched directly for memories.

A month's memory is a lot of information - even if the images of some unnoticed details are blurry, they can already tell Roland a lot.

Through his memory, the combination lock on his wizard's robe was easily unlocked by Roland. Excluding the useless spellcasting materials and some change, Roland found a total of four Stygian coins and six silver coins.

That was enough for Roland's plan.

Although the Stygian Coins are definitely not spent, these silver coins are really not a small amount of money.

Most of the currencies of the Northland are built according to Elcat's standards, and even if there are some differences in content, they are not too far apart. After all, only gold and silver coins of similar weight can be used as casting materials.

This is the rule set by the sages and sages of Elcut. One gold coin is equivalent to thirteen silver coins, one silver coin is thirty copper plates, and about three hundred silver coins contain silver equivalent to one pound of silver - this conversion ratio is equivalent to the conversion ratio between years, months and days, and because of this, these three currencies have also been blessed by the Sages, and have their own unique characteristics, allowing them to exist as spellcasting items, and the purity of the coinage will not be arbitrarily modified by the nations.

Generally speaking, the salary of an elite infantry of the Black Iron Rank for thirteen months a year is only about sixty silver coins. Six silver coins is not much, and it is definitely not less.

Roland pinched the six silver coins, pondered for a moment, and then shoved Cheskeoff's wizarding robe under the bed with his frozen head, and cooled the vase full of broth with frost prayer a little. He put it back in place and jumped out of the window.

Then Roland went around and spent two and a half silver coins to buy a black scarf, a delicate hand basket, and a hairnet studded with broken gems.

Then Roland walked to a sparsely populated area, knocked out a set of tight women from behind, and let the Sleeper suck some of her blood. Then the shape of the black robe was slightly adjusted to make Roland's figure appear more slender.

Then Roland turned and walked back into the inn.

After entering the inn through the main entrance, Roland finally realized why there was no mana dust pollution here.

I saw that on the ceiling of this hotel, crystal lamps made of magic dust were densely scattered throughout the corridor, and the walls were covered with living murals containing magical power.

Roland couldn't help but be glad that he didn't go out just now.

Who would have thought that the good immortal would just crash into the Wizard's Inn?

These living murals are the work of the Cursed Wizards. There is no difference between not being able to leave the frame and living people, one by one, just like a live surveillance camera.

Now, though, there's no problem......

Just ask for a little hot soup and mix the broth with the human broth he cooked. Invite people from other rooms to eat, and even let those coolies outside with their faces covered in groupers to eat together, and easily the amount of meat for one person will be gone.

If you don't count the internal organs and bones, there really isn't much meat in the human body.

But the skull that Roland had placed under the table, he hadn't cooked.

In order to prepare some appearance props for Miss Herlan, the "Brain Eater", a complete head is a must. And it's not big, Roland can easily pack it out and take it away, and hang it in the subway when it's used up - I believe the people at the Waste Bureau didn't find it so quickly.

Seen Roland walk into the inn. A neatly dressed waiter immediately walked towards Roland.

This is not possible with an inn outside the White Tower. Not to mention the waiter, even the hotel owner can't take a shower every day. That was the preserve of nobles and clerics.

Only in the wizard inns set up by the White Tower officials in various cities, those excellent waiters who specialize in serving those wizards who love cleanliness will be dressed up like this.

"This guest, are you staying at the hotel or ......?"

"I'm looking for someone, and I'll have a broth, thank you."

A soft voice came from under the cloak.

It's a girl. Not very old-

Although all kinds of guests were covered with their faces, the waiter responded correctly by his voice alone.

He immediately frowned.

…… Wouldn't it be the nightingale trying to get the rich wizard again?

"Tell me first, who are you looking for? And ...... the hell you?"

Before he could finish speaking, Roland pulled down his hood, revealing a delicate face.

A silver coin quietly dropped into his hand.

When the hands touch. The natural aroma of flowers and plants came from the other party, and the waiter's heartbeat suddenly accelerated a little.

A noble lady?

So, isn't it a strong self......

But just as he heard the noble-looking girl whisper the next sentence with a cold face, his heart, which had just become hot, quickly cooled: "I'm Herlan, Herlan. Alex Yevna. I'm looking for that idiot Cheskooff...... If my message is correct, he should be on the first floor. ”

Cheskoff. Ilyich. Beryak, a sorcerer from Suze, this attendant is known.

It was an official member of the Waste Development Bureau, a powerful wizard who had broken through the limits of humanity and reached the bronze rank. And I heard that he had just come from the eastern front, and the bloody qi on his hands probably hadn't dissipated yet.

If you can know the name of Wizard Cheskoov, and call her by her name in such an unpolite or even contemptuous tone, I am afraid that the identity of this girl in black is something that I can't touch at all.

"Honorable Miss, I'm going to call Cheskoff. Mr. Ilyich comes out, or will he take you to him? ”

The waiter asked tentatively.

"I'm sorry to scare you. Please take me to him. ”

Realizing what the waiter was worried about, Miss Herlan smiled apologetically, and her voice softened a lot as soon as the cold expression that made her body cool was gone.

Suddenly, as if she realized something, she handed the waiter another silver coin: "Bring me a pot of hot soup, I need to warm up...... By the way, as much as I can, if there is any leftover, I can also give it to the poor workers outside the door who can't afford to buy cotton clothes. Let them warm up too. ”

“…… Herland. Miss Alexevna, you are so generous," the waiter paused and said sincerely, "I have seen many noble ladies in other cities, but in this city, you can be said to be the first. ”

"Because the food will be contaminated."

Beyond the imagination of the waiter, this aristocratic girl dressed in black and more like a priest than a wizard did not shy away from saying this point that he did not dare to say because of his identity.

"But so what?"

Miss Herlan raised her head, and looked far ahead with a silver-gray gaze, as if she had seen the whole White Tower through the city.

The waiter looked at her quietly with a light flashing in his eyes with some unpredictable emotion.

"The law of the White Pagoda stipulates that in the area outside the Fourth Ring Road, a person who has no occupation, no family, and no contribution is a worker. If you look at this city, it is impossible for these people to work hard with hope for the future...... Or are they really working hard? Any person who looks at it can see that the city is lifeless, and these people are just messing around. ”

"They are more like prisoners sentenced to hard labor than workers who receive their own labor."

Hearing "Herlan" say this, the waiter couldn't help but nod.

It seems that this is exactly what it is.

"Then, for these people who work in a heavily polluted environment for a day and get only a loaf of black bread, they probably don't care whether they can live for ten days or half a month."

"They have no loved ones, no entertainment, and no motivation to live. This bowl of mana dust-stained broth would have subtracted three or four days from their already small lifespan. But rather than living in this city, I think they would have preferred to eat meat and drink wine and then have a bloated stomach and die laughing. ”

The waiter's footsteps stopped abruptly.

He looked up at Herlan with an indecipherable glint in his eyes.

In that moment, he remembered a lot of people.

“…… You are such a warm-hearted and nice person. ”

The waiter never hated his lack of education for a moment, and thousands of thoughts could only converge into such a sentence in the end.

If he had the lips of those bards, he would have recited aloud a compliment to the benevolent heart of Miss Herland.

"If you're hungry, you can come to our room to eat when you're free."

Herlan said gently: "There is no warm-heartedness, but there will be a lot of hot soup." ”

The waiter didn't hear what Herlan meant, but thought it was Herlan's humility in the nobility, and he habitually humbled himself.

Because his natural sense of respect for Herlan disturbed his mind, he directly helped Herlan unlock the door without even calling Mr. Cheskoff inside.

"This is Mr. Cheskooff's room...... I'm going to prepare the broth for you. ”

Behind the waiter, Herlan's eyes were full of gentle smiles.

Unfortunately, he didn't hear the last word, which almost saved his life.

"I'm a warm-hearted person, but I just accidentally got hot." (To be continued......)