The visitor looked quite arrogant.
This reminded Roland of the first time he saw Bard. At that time, Bard also had the same expression, looking down on others, being arrogant, and even had a hint of ridicule in his eyes.
But something happened later, and Bud's attitude gradually changed for the better, and the two reluctantly became friends.
So when Roland saw this person, he felt very close to him. It's like I'm back a few months ago.
"Felwood, what are you doing in my manor?" Bard's expression was very unhappy, even a little disgusting.
The man slowly walked forward, stood in front of Bud, and said sarcastically: "As your brother, isn't it normal for you to care about my brother who is about to be kicked out of the house?"
Roland looked slightly surprised when he heard this.
Bard glanced at Roland with a guilty look, and then said: "There is no need to pretend to be kind, Felwood, you should be the happiest person in this matter."
Hahaha!
Felwood laughed a few times, and then looked at Roland. He looked Roland up and down for a while, and then asked with an inexplicable expression: "Son of Gold?"
His expression seemed a bit contemptuous, but also a bit fearful.
So it became a feeling of being skinny but not smiling.
Roland was a little confused at first as to why this man had such an expression, but then he suddenly figured it out. Mostly it has something to do with the gang of sandbox players that Antis mentioned.
He stabbed himself hard for money, died and lived again, lived and died again, and ran around naked, which was immoral. It really gave people the feeling that he could give up his moral integrity for money. But its immortality also makes everyone feel quite troublesome and even envious.
Moreover, Roland's dress is different from the previous players. Those players are all warriors or agility professions.
Roland is a mage.
Even spellcasters from foreign races are respected.
For example, no matter how annoying the orcs are, if an orc shaman comes to the human world as a diplomat, no one would dare to look down on it, nor would they dare to say some racist remarks in front of it.
After understanding this, Roland smiled and said, "Yes."
Felwood looked at Roland for a while, and his sarcastic expression became much lighter: "Your Excellency the magician, maybe you don't know the latest news. This friend next to you, my brother, will soon be killed. Kicked out of the house. If he deceives you, you can come to my manor as a guest. It's not far from here. You can get the location by asking around on the street."
This was an open poaching. Little Bard's face was so dark that it looked like it was stained with ink, and he stared at Felwood with hatred, clenching his fists, as if he was about to hit someone... But in the end, he still didn't Take action.
Roland nodded: "I understand."
The voice was still calm and seemed to have no emotion.
For a moment, Felwood couldn't figure out what Roland's attitude was. After waiting for a few seconds, he finally looked at Bard, showed a proud smile, turned around, got into his carriage and left.
Bard remained silent until Felwood's carriage disappeared at the end of the street.
Roland breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "How many brothers do you have?"
"Two." Little Bud said, "He is the second brother."
"But there's something I'm curious about." Roland thought for a while and said, "When Antis sent people to find you, I only said Bard. Your surname is Bard, how can you accurately identify him?" Did they bring you here?"
"When Antis' people came, our three brothers were all in our father's manor." Bud said, "He reported your name, so I came over."
After saying this, Roland understood: "No wonder he knows the time so accurately. As soon as we arrived at the manor, he came over. It turns out that he had wanted to see who was coming to see you. See if there is any possibility of helping you. Comeback and stuff like that.”
Little Bud's face looked very ugly.
Roland added: "You are both called Bard. It will be difficult to tell them apart in the future. Since his name is Felwood, what is your name?"
"Kaka."
"Yeah, a simple and easy-to-understand name." Roland nodded.
"It doesn't have any connotation." Little Bud, also known as Kaka, looked at the sky and said in a low tone: "This is the name my mother gave me. And my mother is just the daughter of a businessman. Because of this name, I was teased a lot when I was a kid."
"Is birth important?" Roland said slowly: "Even if your name is Kaka, even if the name has no connotation, it can't change the fact that you are a great noble. What are you being coquettish about?"
"What you don't understand, I don't quite understand the thoughts of your Golden Sons." Kaka sighed and said: "In addition to you, I have also come into contact with several other Golden Sons. Although your personalities are different, your eyes are the same." They’re all the same, no matter who you look at, you’ll always see fat people who will run away.”
Hearing this, Roland chuckled: "Antis just said not long ago that we look at everyone as if they are looking at gold coins."
Kaka was stunned for a moment: "I didn't expect that Antis actually had such an idea... But that's right. He personally chopped down three golden sons, and he is smarter, more talented, and has better blood than me. It's normal to be able to see clearly. Besides, the style of those golden sons some time ago is truly indescribable."
Roland had been looking at Kaka Bader and found that he was indeed not as high-spirited as he had been in a few months.
There was a hint of unconfidence in his expression.
Roland looked at the manor and asked with a smile: "Won't you invite me in to sit down?"
"oh oh."
Kaka was stunned for a moment, then led Roland to the door of the manor. Two guards opened the door and let them in.
When walking into the manor, Roland found that the two guards were respectful, but their expressions were a little stiff, as if the respect was staged.
The two entered the manor, walked through the garden, entered a luxurious three-story building, and finally sat down in the study on the third floor.
There is a faint scent of lavender in the study.
After looking around, Roland's eyes stayed on the bookshelf for a few more seconds, and then asked: "Actually, I really wanted to ask you when I was outside just now, what is going on when you are going to be kicked out of the house?"
Originally, Kaka Bader's mood had improved a lot, but after hearing this question, he immediately became depressed again.
He shut himself up for a while and then said: "My father wants me to be the mayor of a town next to Sicily. That place is one of our family's territories."
"This is inherited territory, not kicked out of the house." Roland asked rhetorically.
"The population there is less than 50,000, the environment is harsh, and there is little output. In the past, when someone in the family made a mistake, they were driven there and left to fend for themselves. Isn't this a disguised form of expulsion from the family?"
Roland said: "I know why you want to buy the derived spell model of the spell puppet from me, and it must be signed by you."
Kaka Bader sighed helplessly. He didn't want Roland to know about this. After all, it would make him lose the initiative in bargaining and judgment.
But now he was interested in the fish and Roland was interested in the knife, so he could only let the latter set the price.
He only hoped that the price offered by Roland would not be too exaggerated, at least he should be able to afford it.