Due to the different flow of time, falling asleep at a time can basically span two days. After Roland arranged the God's Punishment Witch to rest the next day, he drove the three to the Crown Hotel, the banquet venue in the city center. .
"Your Majesty, you can really eat whatever you want there?" Tong En poked his head out of the back seat, his eyes shining brightly.
"Of course, it's actually no different from a banquet hosted by aristocrats. During the federation era, you probably attended such banquets too, right?"
"But those banquets are not open to eating."
"Can't you?" Roland asked curiously.
"Yes," San Milan, who was sitting in the co-pilot, nodded, "the people who can be invited to the banquet are all powerful people. More important than eating is to connect with emotions. No one wants to talk to someone with a full mouth, who will let go of his stomach. Eating will only invite ridicule. If the banquet lasts for a long time, most people will choose to eat a meal before going to the banquet." She swallowed her saliva at this point, "If such behavior will damage Your Majesty's face, we will It's totally bearable."
Roland glanced at the three people in the rear-view mirror, looking at the three of them who were hesitant to say anything and secretly looking forward to it, and couldn't help laughing, "Don't worry, when did I stop talking? This is not the federation, nor is it In the Royal Capital of Graycastle, the characters we play are ordinary people, as long as we don’t disturb others, we can eat whatever we want.”
"Then... Can I sneak some food back?" Duoduo said excitedly, "There are many sisters who also want to experience the banquet level of this world."
"Just don't be found out." He said indifferently, "When the time comes, follow me, don't leave me too far, and if someone strikes up a conversation, treat it like you didn't hear it, and let me deal with it."
"Yes, Your Majesty!" the three witches said in unison.
About half an hour later, the group arrived at their destination.
As soon as he entered the door, Roland felt the difference. Parked around the front courtyard of the hotel are almost all luxury cars, at least millions of dollars. The clean and clean paint is as bright as a mirror. In comparison, the van he drives is quite eye-catching.
Although the looting and fallen demons earn a lot of money, they are still several orders of magnitude worse than the real capitalists, and with the idea of not attracting attention, the vans he bought are just ordinary brands, and they will not let people go anywhere. Look twice. But here, he has become the most striking one.
"Sir, the hotel does not accept outsiders today, do you have an invitation letter?" Parking the car at the door, the welcome guest came up quickly.
Roland took out the card Garcia gave him and shook it.
"Welcome to the Crown Hotel. The venue is on the top floor. There is a special person in the lobby to receive you." The other party smiled warmly, "Please let me park your car for you."
After all, it is the benchmark for a city star hotel, Roland secretly sighed that no matter what these people think in their hearts, they are still polite on the surface.
Taking the witches into the resplendent lobby, the three's reaction was much more indifferent than he expected. Probably the bright and spacious buildings were not uncommon in the Taquila era. After all, glowing magic stones once spread throughout the upper levels of the Witch Empire. For example, the crystal chandelier on the top of the head, which was very valuable at first sight, was replaced by the palace where the three seats were located. It is estimated that it is only ordinary. only thing.
Roland felt a little amused when he thought that this magnificent decoration was not as good as a few cream cakes for them. However, the appearance of witches immediately attracted the attention of several people. It seems that no matter which world they are in, their appearance is enough to become the focus of everyone's attention.
After the inspection was more detailed, the receptionist scanned the card and reported two more words on the walkie-talkie, and then handed the invitation card back to him, "Mr. Roland, I'm sorry to keep you waiting. Are these three young ladies yours? …”
"Cousin." Roland shrugged, "Garcia told me that relatives can be brought in here."
"I see, please come with me."
The receptionist sent the three people into the elevator, pressed the button on the top floor, and then saluted his chest outside the door, "I wish you a good night."
The elevator suddenly lit up after a closed trip, and the wall that had surrounded them suddenly disappeared under their feet. The afterglow of the sinking sunset shone into the elevator, and at the same time, there was a city full of high-rise buildings. The buildings are connected to form an uninterrupted horizon, and even if you look to the end of the field of vision, there are still “walls of buildings” lined up.
Only then did the witches let out a low voice of exclamation.
"Even if the three holy cities add up, they are not as big as this one," Tong En whispered. "No matter how many times I watch it, it's hard to imagine that a mortal without magic power can create all this."
"The Miracle Building you want to build also has a commemorative meaning in it, right?" San Milan looked at Roland.
He smiled noncommittally. Although he didn't tell anyone except Anna, he came from the same place as the dream world, which has become the consensus of Taquila witches. Otherwise, it can't explain why he is so familiar with this incredible world.
After reaching the top floor, a huge circular banquet hall appeared in front of the four of them.
Except for the ground, almost all its walls and domes are made of glass curtain walls, and the field of vision is extremely wide. Standing beside the wall, you can have a panoramic view of most of the city, giving you a feeling of being at a glance. To be able to hold a banquet in such a place shows the strength of the Mitsuha Group.
The tables in the hall are already filled with all kinds of food for people to take, from cold cuts to pastries, fruits to champagne towers; Not only martial artists, but also people in business or politics.
For a banquet with such a high-level style, he would definitely feel very restrained in the past, but now Roland has become accustomed to it. After entering the hall, he led the witches to the main table of meals in the back row.
"Wow... This fish fillet is so tender, it seems to melt in your mouth."
"Is this really a grape? Ah, I haven't felt this sweetness for a long time..."
"Stop talking nonsense, you only came to the dream world last month, right?"
"But the last time I ate fast food, that idiot Elena only called Kaifengcai and Lanlanlu."
"Hey, don't patronize and eat, can you put something in Duoduo's pocket?"
Roland looked at the excited witches who were swallowing saliva, and shook his head with a smile. He suddenly felt that even if the dream world could not bring him any benefit, he should let it continue to exist. But it's the only place where you can feel "I'm still alive".
Taste, touch, smell... Everything they lost fighting the devil, only here will be rewarded.
Before the banquet officially started, Roland looked at the other guests carefully.
The attendees were basically divided into two groups. Those who wore formal clothes were basically people from the social circles, and those who wore the robes of the Martial Daoist Association were basically traveling together. Although this division is not necessarily accurate, for example, he himself has just become a full member but has not given out robes and can only wear formal attire to the banquet, but in general, no one in the hall is dressed in strange clothes or dressed in strange looks. When you go to Prism City, you will see the exact opposite.
Is this the difference between the Academy Awakened and the Wild Awakened
He couldn't help remembering what Garcia had said.
Although the Martial Arts Association is an organization determined to save the world, it is impossible to gather enough people by virtue of its ideals, so the martial arts competition appeared later. It was born less than fifty years ago, and it has become a The most watched sport. Through the competition, the awakened people can get more exposure, fame and income, and the competition has also imported countless new blood into the association, which makes the weight of the martial arts competition in the association more and more important, and the outstanding performers also have higher The right to speak. The change even caused divisions at the top, and the members of the association gradually divided into old and new factions. But in the end, the martial arts competition not only did not shrink, but further expanded its scale.
At that time, Roland was more inclined to the old school. After all, the real enemy of Martial Daoist was the Demon Fallen, and he would never die if he faced each other. This kind of battle was by no means comparable to competitive sports. As a means of attracting new blood, it can also be said to be a good method, but it is very puzzling to indulge its influence at the top. Martial arts competition is not the same as life and death. Those people should not understand such a simple truth, but judging from the results, it is the new faction that has the upper hand.
He has never been able to understand the reason, but now seeing this scene in the hall, he suddenly understands something...
The members of the association who do not participate in the martial arts competition are basically desperate wild awakened people. They are not subject to discipline, and their image is too bad. The overall quality is not on the same level as these star martial arts masters. In addition, the opportunity to fight the fallen devil is not always available, and if you are not careful, you may die, which will inevitably lead to fewer and fewer voices supporting the old school.
I am afraid that it will have to wait until the erosion in Lan's mouth officially erupts before the old school can return to its dominant position.
Thinking of the hunting license, Roland couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth... He always felt that it was a bit strange for the association to issue this thing to a newcomer who had just entered the industry for half a year. But now it seems that not participating in the competition, only fighting against the fallen demons, not seeking fame or profit, it is in perfect agreement with the old school philosophy.
Is all this meant by the old-school high-level