Little John is not a fool. If he were a fool, he would have launched a counterattack against the Golden Sons now, instead of waiting for Bard to come over and then thinking of uniting outsiders with interests to achieve his own goals.
Because he is not a fool, he can hear different information from Bud's meaningless words.
A sand sculpture that cannot be called a 'miracle' actually looks exactly like Roland. What does this mean
Little John was silent for a while, and then despair gradually filled his cheeks: "It seems that these golden sons have a very good background and can even perform miracles... Our John family has no hope of recovery."
The soft voice could not hide the heavy sadness.
"I think it's not just a miracle." Bard took a sip of the fruit wine. The originally sweet fruit wine now gave him a bitter taste: "I also threw the gold coins, and now I also got that A special ability. A voice from somewhere seemed to tell me that this ability is called 'Roland's Enthusiasm'."
Bud said nothing more, just looked out the window, his expression becoming more lost and gloomy.
Seeing this, Bud slowly talked about some interesting things about the royal city, regardless of whether John would listen or not.
At this time, what else can we do instead of chatting
Revenge
impossible things.
Half a day later, it was already evening. As winter approaches, night falls very quickly.
At this time, there was already a hint of chill in the night wind.
Bud subconsciously tightened his clothes.
When he jumped off the carriage, he was surprised to find that there were many carriages parked at the entrance of the Roland Manor, with nobles coming in and out, and other carriages slowly approaching from a distance.
He came to the door, but before he spoke, the housekeeper who was responsible for receiving guests saw him and immediately came up and said, "Sir Bud, you are finally back. It's great."
Bud pointed to the brightly lit manor and asked curiously: "This is it?"
"Our master has set up a banquet specially for you. At the same time, he has urgently invited the more prominent nobles and businessmen in the city to come over." The butler said while leading the way: "The master is waiting for you in the study."
Along the way, Bard greeted some familiar people, and nobles who were unfamiliar with him were also asking others about his identity.
Entering the banquet hall, Bud also saw a group of unusual people.
Their attire was a little strange, but definitely not out of place. It was in line with the solemnity of the banquet, and most importantly, Bard felt a temperament similar to Roland's in them.
After a brief daze, Bud's expression turned serious. He suddenly thought of a possibility that made people feel frightened.
After quietly taking a look at this group of people who were fighting in the venue and seemed to have no etiquette, Bud went up to the third floor.
He felt a little cold on his back, and when he touched it, he found some cold sweat oozing out of his skin.
Then he took a deep breath, opened the door and entered the study.
I met Roland who was staying alone in the study.
There were no candles lit in the room, but there was an illumination light ball hanging on the roof, which was as bright as day in the not-too-large space.
Bud sat in front of Roland. His eyes were very serious, and he even asked a little bit: "Are the people downstairs all the Sons of Gold?"
Roland nodded.
Bud's cheek twitched: "Are they all professionals?"
Roland nodded again.
Then Bud let out a long sigh and looked out the window, as if he had seen through the world of mortals.
Just when Roland was about to ask questions, Bud spoke first: "Little John is so pitiful."
Roland felt a little confused. Bard's thinking was too fast.
About ten minutes later, Bud walked out of Roland's study, looking increasingly dazed. At the following banquet, he was manipulated by Roland like a puppet. He watched Roland say some nonsense before the banquet started, then toasted to all the nobles present, and then was pushed to the front desk, like a puppet. Smile and interact with others instinctively.
It wasn't until late at night, when the nobles were almost gone, that Bard slowly came back to his senses.
The closer it gets to night, the colder it becomes.
Bud took a long breath, and a light white mist appeared.
He sat by the window, holding a glass of green fruit wine in his hand. He didn't drink it, but watched the cold, frosty moonlight reflect down, and the microwave swaying of the fruit wine created a series of silver ripples.
Bard had known that the Son of Gold was very powerful and would have a great impact on their noble class sooner or later.
But he didn't expect that this day would come so quickly.
That night, he raised his glass to the moon without drinking and stayed up all night.
The next day, Bud found Roland and said, "I plan to stay here for a while. Can you temporarily join your magic tower to communicate with them and learn basic magic knowledge?"
Roland smiled and said, "Of course there is no problem."
Roland also had an impromptu idea for last night's banquet.
After all, Bard had almost doubled the reward for himself. Not to mention gold coins, magical supplies were also hard currency in Roland's opinion.
Many times if you want to buy something, there is no place 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 thought that not many people would participate.
But I didn't expect that almost all the people would come to the invitation sent by the housekeeper.
The other group of players are members of the Silver Wing Guild who have just moved here in the past few days.
There are about seventy people, and although their levels are generally around L2 or L3, they are already a very strong force.
The purpose of Roland's banquet was, firstly, to bring good luck to Bard, and the other reason was to see if the players could integrate into the Delbon aristocratic class.
As a result... the outlook is not very promising.
Although both parties have made attempts to communicate, the differences in their views are somewhat far apart, and some of their ideas are even more diametrically opposed.
As they chatted, the mood of both parties became less good. It was lucky that they didn't curse each other on the spot.
Although this attempt was considered a failure, this banquet caused quite a stir on the forum.
One player recorded and broadcasted the video, edited it a little and then sent the video out.
"The real aristocratic banquet, finally gaining knowledge"
Behind this post, a large group of players left messages.
'She looks like a gentleman and lady, but in fact she is a male thief and a female prostitute. '
'Upstairs, where did you get this feeling? Why do I only have thoughts of feasting and feasting? '
'People's experiences are different, boy. '
'If Roland hadn't been taken into consideration, these guys would probably have blown out the candles and caused chaos in the middle and later stages of the banquet. '
'No, where did you see this sign? '
'I can't understand it either. '
'Of course you serious people can't understand it. The only people who can understand it are people who have some money and often party. They themselves are the actors in the play, so of course they can understand the body language of those people. Including me. '
This reply was from Principal Huang, and the rich golden reply font directly aroused the excitement of the players.
At this time, Roland brought Bard to the magic tower and said to the magic apprentices: "From today on, Mr. Bard will live in the magic tower for more than ten days and discuss with you the basics of magic. Everyone is welcome. .”
There was loud applause. Although the magic apprentices applauded, their expressions were very stiff and nervous.
On the other hand, the four magician players looked very calm, and even had some interest in their eyes.