The guard doesn’t know how to obtain the credentials
That would be a bit troublesome. Generally speaking, people who work in an organization can at least know some of the basic rules or functions of the organization, but even the guards here don't know. That means that the organization does a good job of keeping secrets, or it is a small circle. Socialist mentality prevails.
Roland felt that it was probably the latter.
Therefore, the top priority is to collect intelligence, at least to figure out how to join the Magician Association, what kind of qualifications are required, or what kind of tests need to be passed.
After leaving the Magic Tower Square, Roland first found the Lamb Girl Hotel. After going in, he came out quickly, and at the same time he cursed in his heart that that kid from Beta actually found a place like this.
Although there is also a hotel business, the real selling point is the prostitutes. There are a lot of women with protuberances and scantily clad clothes waiting for guests in the lobby. No wonder they are called lamb girls!
However, Roland still booked a room there. After all, Beta said he wanted to meet here, and the two of them were not whispering through the air like in other games. For now, this is all they can do, and they can only look forward to rebooking a new room after they meet. The meeting point must be at least somewhere more serious.
Walking on the street, Roland wanted to ask someone where he could find information better, but he found that people on the street would avoid him in advance when they saw him. At first he thought it was because of the unfamiliar face, but then he thought it shouldn't be the case.
This city has a large population, and now there are many more people on the streets than before. With a population of nearly one million, it is impossible for everyone to be familiar with the face.
Then the problem lies with yourself.
dress up!
Although the quality of the magic robe given to him by Falcon is not high among magic equipment, 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 on the street. When the boss saw a magician coming in, he was frightened at first. He broke out in cold sweat and didn't dare to say anything.
But then I found that Roland spoke very kindly, and then I gradually felt relieved.
After measuring Roland's height and body measurements, he prepared a set of clothes for ordinary people from well-off families according to Roland's request.
Afterwards, Roland put the magic robe into his system backpack and asked the tailor shop owner where the easiest place to find out the news was.
As a result, the boss told him about a place called 'Huisha' Tavern.
Arriving here, Roland finally understood why this place was the easiest place to get information.
A tavern that covers a large area. The first floor hall used for drinking alone covers an area of nearly 2,000 square meters.
A dozen giant rock load-bearing pillars also support the second floor of almost the same area.
There were many people inside, bustling and crowded together.
After Roland came in, he didn't attract much attention.
He is not using magic now, and he is not wearing conspicuous magic robes. No matter how he looks, he looks like an ordinary person.
It was very noisy here, with drunken drunkards chatting loudly, laughing and even cursing each other.
There are also many drinking maids, wearing cool clothes, accompanying the drunkards and showing off their charm.
The air was filled with the smell of hormones and a burning smell.
Roland found a place where no one was and sat down. As soon as his butt touched the chair, a woman who smelled of alcohol and had freckles on her face came over.
She dragged the chair and was about to get close to Roland, but she felt a coldness all over her body. She looked down and saw that the chair she was dragging had been stuck by a layer of white frost.
And the frost seemed to be gradually spreading towards her feet.
She immediately sobered up and turned around to leave. No ordinary person wants to be associated with a spell caster.
Roland said aloud: "Please help me invite someone in this tavern who can speak to me. I have something to ask him for help."
Although the tavern was very noisy, Roland's voice could clearly reach the woman's ears.
This woman actually looks pretty good. Roland can't appreciate her freckles, but many people think she's very cute.
The woman nodded vigorously and backed away slowly. After getting some distance away, she turned around and left quickly.
Not long after, a man with a mustache came over.
He had a square haircut and was wearing a set of black clothes. The fabric looked quite good. He sat in front of Roland and asked softly: "Your Excellency, Mr. Spellcaster, are you looking for me?"
Roland nodded.
"I am the second boss of this tavern. It seems that you want to get some information, sir?" The man looked Roland up and down and said slowly: "You can call me Gru."
"Hello, Mr. Gru." Roland nodded again in greeting. He looked at the noisy environment around him and smiled: "I am Roland, a golden son."
The player is the son of gold. This is the setting of the game. Falcon knows it, and many people in this city must also know it.
"The Son of Gold?" Gru was stunned for a moment, then opened his eyes wide: "The kind of Son of Gold that can be resurrected?"
Roland nodded.
Gru suddenly felt a little numb.
No matter how powerful the enemy is, there will always be weaknesses. But being able to be resurrected is terrible. No matter how many weaknesses you have, they will be gone after you die a few times.
"Where have you heard of us?" Roland asked.
Gru's expression suddenly became very heavy and he said: "There were two Golden Sons in our city a month ago. Later, they had a grudge with a certain noble. Although the two Golden Sons died many times, their strength was weakened. It was a lot, but they also managed to kill most of that nobleman’s private soldiers.”
So powerful... The two players must have been too reckless to have a conflict with the nobles right away.
Roland's curiosity arose: "What about now?"
"It was impossible for a noble to fight head-on with an unkillable enemy, so he took his family and the remaining private soldiers and left, intending to return to the royal city. But the two sons of gold chased after him." Gru said with helplessness on his face: "Those two The son of gold is very persistent in his desire for revenge, and he will ignore anyone who tries to talk to them, persuade them, or threaten him, and he will never give up until he kills that noble nobleman."
After hearing this, Roland was a little surprised. These two players actually killed many people.
They actually succeeded! Obviously these NPCs are no different from real people. If you kill them, doesn't it feel like you are really killing people
Don't you feel uncomfortable mentally
After thinking for a while, Roland shook his head and ignored the issue for the time being. He said to Gru: "This time, I want to ask you if you know how to join the Magic Association?"
Gru looked at Roland in surprise for a while and said, "Of course I know. Most people need credentials, but you probably don't need them."
"Why?" Roland said in surprise: "But I was stopped by the guards."
"If you can use magic, go directly to the branch president of the Magic Association, Mr. Aldo. He can give you a membership certificate."
"Is it that simple?" Roland was a little surprised.
Gru shook his head: "No, this is difficult. Magic is not something ordinary people can master. At least in our Delbon City, which has a population of nearly one million, there are less than ten people who can become magicians."