"What should a qualified spellcaster do?"
This does not mean that Roland will do what the other party says, he is just curious about how a qualified spellcaster in this game world should behave.
John smiled heartily: "A qualified spellcaster must of course establish his own connections and influence. And this is inseparable from the support of our nobles."
"Can you explain it in detail?" Roland made a gesture of invitation: "You also know that our Golden Sons come from other planes, and our customs are very different from yours."
"Nobles and official mages have an inexplicable relationship." John leaned back slightly, leaning on the back of his chair, and said: "Official mages cannot do without the support of nobles, and nobles also receive help from formal mages, just like fish The relationship between children and water.”
"Who is the fish and who is the water?" Roland asked with a smile.
John was stunned for a moment and shrugged helplessly: "Is it necessary to distinguish it so clearly?"
"Of course."
There was silence in the room for a while, and finally John stood up. He smiled bitterly and said, "Your Excellency Roland seems to have some opinions about me?"
"Perhaps I have opinions about all the nobles in this city!" Roland chuckled: "It's just a group issue and has nothing to do with you."
"Your Excellency is so tough, it is easy for you to take a narrow path."
Roland chuckled and said: "It doesn't matter. At worst, we can change cities and continue learning magic. In this world, the number of nobles will never exceed 5%."
John's expression was a little subtle: "Are you golden sons so tough?"
"No, in fact, most of us have quite good personalities." Roland's eyes seemed to reflect an inexplicable brilliance: "It's just that there are some things that I can't stand, but I can't find a chance to vent."
At this point, there is no need to continue talking.
John was still very graceful, even patiently saying a few words of social etiquette, and then left the Magic Tower.
After a while, Vivian knocked on the door and walked in.
The girl's face looked a little worried. She stood in front of Roland and said, "John is the son of the city lord. If you offend him, branch president, will there be any danger?"
"Don't worry, if it affects the interests of the Magic Tower, I will leave voluntarily." Roland said lightly.
Vivian was anxious and waved her hands vigorously: "Branch president, I didn't mean that, I'm just worried about you!"
"I know." Roland replied softly, and there was indeed no anger or impatience on his face.
Vivian looked at him carefully and made sure that he was really not angry, and then she felt relieved.
Then she asked with some curiosity: "Branch President, why don't you like Mr. John? He is a rare good man among the nobles, and he is also very good to the common people!"
"Very good?" Roland asked indifferently: "What's a good idea?"
"I won't bully civilians casually. Occasionally I will lend a helping hand when I see civilians in trouble. It's quite rare."
hehe!
Roland chuckled twice and curved his lips with a sarcastic smile: "He is the son of the city lord, which means that this city will be his from now on, right?"
Vivian nodded.
"According to the philosophy of our Golden Sons, even in such a feudal era, the county magistrate of this city has the responsibility to herd the people and ensure safety." Roland sighed and said: "But there are nobles in the city who murder his people and devour them without caring. There are gangsters outside the city who are serially killing people, specifically targeting girls, but he doesn't care. There are tens of thousands of beggars in the city, but he doesn't care. He doesn't even care about the city's infrastructure and even the city's appearance. He doesn't do anything all day long. With a kind smile and occasional so-called small acts of kindness, is such a noble worthy of my taking a serious look? Even my friendliness towards other nobles is much higher than that of him."
"Oh... branch president, you are quite strict."
Roland sighed: "This is not harsh, but a concept shared by most of our Golden Sons. They don't even protect their own people, ignore them, and only focus on collecting taxes. If it were placed on our side... Ha! "
Vivian's heart was beating wildly. She felt that Roland, who looked sarcastic and even sternly scolding people at this time, was extremely attractive.
Then she left the room with a blushing face, not daring to stay any longer.
I continued to deduce the language proficiency magic in the Magic Tower, and then the day passed very fulfillingly. I climbed out of the virtual game cabin and went to the forum to read other players’ game strategies and experiences. Then I had breakfast and rode a shared bicycle to Ineffective.
It was still very early, probably just after seven o'clock.
Under the iron shed, there were already four students practicing sword skills.
As soon as Roland arrived at the door, Qi Shaoqiu walked up.
"It seems that you are planning to learn sword skills, otherwise you wouldn't have come at this time." Qi Shaoqiu took out another cigarette and lit it, took a puff, held it in his mouth for a while and then blew it out: "I'm still that In short, the tuition fee is 30,000, which cannot be less."
Roland liked the straightforwardness of the other party: "I also have a question to ask. Your surname is 'Qi'. What is your relationship with General Qi? Are they descendants?"
"Of course not. According to our family's genealogy, we are just soldiers of General Qi, and we were given the surname Qi by him." Qi Shaoqiu scratched his hair, looking a little annoyed: "I guess you didn't want to learn after hearing this. Originally, I can lie to you and say that we are descendants of the Qi family, but considering that our ancestors did not lie to others to gain relationships, we, the descendants, naturally cannot do so either."
Roland chuckled and said, "No, I want to learn more anyway. If you say you are a descendant of General Qi, I will turn around and leave immediately."
Qi Shaoqiu looked at him with squinted eyes: "You are quite strange. Come in."
Roland heard the news in the yard and followed Qi Shaoqiu to a red brick embryonic house next to the greenhouse.
The house was not painted, but the windows were installed, and a girl could be seen working inside.
As he got closer, he smelled a very pleasant food aroma, and Roland took a slight breath.
Well, it's the smell of cooking noodles, and there seems to be a medicinal aroma mixed with it.
Although Roland had eaten breakfast, he felt a little hungry when he smelled the fragrance.
"Little sister, there are students about to sign up." Qi Shaoqiu opened the door, walked inside, and shouted: "Use your mobile phone to collect the payment."
Roland also came in, and then he discovered that there was a big black pot on the stove in front of the girl.
The noodles are rolling in the pot, and the noodle soup is actually light brown. Next to the stove, there are two balls of Chinese medicine wrapped in white cotton cloth. The outer layer of the cotton cloth is wet, and there is still vague heat rising.
Noodle soup made from traditional Chinese medicine
Roland was a little surprised.
The girl turned around and looked at Roland, her big bright eyes full of confusion: "Is there really a person who has been taken advantage of and has to pay 30,000 yuan in tuition?"
As soon as these words came out, Qi Shaoqiu's face almost turned green.