Little John is not a fool. If he is a fool, he has now launched a counterattack on the sons of gold, instead of waiting for Bud to come, and then he wants to unite outsiders with interests to achieve his goals.

Because he is not a fool, he can hear different information from Bud's insane words.

What does this mean when a sand sculpture that is incredible to be a "miracle" look exactly the same as Roland?

Little John was silent for a while, and then despair gradually filled his cheeks: "It seems that these golden sons are indeed very backgrounded, and even miracles can be produced... Our John's family has no hope of resurrecting."

The soft voice cannot cover up the heavy sadness. "I think it's not just a miracle." Bard drank a sip of fruit wine, but the originally sweet fruit wine now gave him a bitter taste: "I also threw away the gold coins, and now I have obtained that special ability. There seems to be a voice in the dark that tells me that this ability is called 'Roland's enthusiasm'."

Bud didn't say anything else, just looked out the window and his expression became even more lost and gloomy.

Seeing this, Bud slowly talked about some interesting things about the royal city, regardless of whether John could listen or not.

At this time, what else can I do if I stop chatting?

Revenge?

An impossible thing.

Half a day later, it was already evening, and it was almost winter, and night came very quickly.

At this time, there was a hint of chill in the night wind.

Bud subconsciously tightened his clothes.

When he jumped out of the carriage, he was surprised to find that there were many carriages parked at the door of the "Roland" manor, and the nobles went in and out, and other carriages slowly drove from a distance.

He came to the door and had not spoken yet. The butler in charge of receiving guests saw him and immediately came up and said, "My Excellency Bud, you are finally back. It's great."

Bud pointed to the brightly lit manor and asked curiously: "Is this?"

"Our master set up a banquet specially for you, and at the same time, he urgently invited the most prominent nobles and merchants in the city to come over." The butler said while leading the way in front: "The master is waiting for you in the study."

Along the way, Bard greeted some people he knew, and the nobles who were not familiar with him were also asking others about his identity.

When he entered the banquet hall, Bud also saw a group of unique people.

Their dress was a bit strange, but it definitely didn't seem abrupt, which was very consistent with the solemnity of the banquet. And most importantly, Bud felt a temperament similar to Roland in them.

After a brief moment of stunned silence, Bard looked shaking, and he suddenly thought of a possibility that made people feel frightened.

After quietly looking at the group of people who were fighting in the venue and seemed to be unceremonious, Bud went up to the third floor.

He felt a little chill on his back, and he touched it back and found that some cold sweat was overflowing from 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 in the room, but there was a illumination ball hanging on the roof, which was not too big as bright as daytime in the space.

Bud sat in front of Roland, his eyes were very serious and serious, and even asked a little, "The group downstairs are all sons of gold?"

Roland nodded.

Bud twitched his cheek: "All professionals?"

Roland nodded again.

Then Bud sighed and looked out the window, as if he had seen through the world.

Just as Roland was about to ask, Bud spoke first: "Little John is so pitiful."

Roland felt a little confused. Bud's thinking was too jumpy.

About ten minutes later, Bud walked out of Roland's study and his expression became more and more dazed. At the following banquet, he was mercilessly at Roland like a puppet. He watched Roland say something unreasonable before the banquet, then raised his glass to all the nobles present, and was pushed to the front desk, smiling like a puppet, and interacting instinctively with others.

It was not until late at night that the nobles had almost gone, and Bard slowly came to his senses.

The night comes, the colder it looks.

Bud breathed a long sigh, and a shallow white mist appeared.

He sat by the window, holding a glass of green fruit wine in his hand, and without drinking it, he watched the cold moonlight shine down, and as the waves of the fruit wine swayed, silver ripples spread out.

If Bard had known that the Son of Gold was very powerful, it would sooner or later have a great impact on their noble class.

But he didn't expect that the day would come so quickly.

That night, he raised his glass to the moon and did not drink it all night.

The next day, Bud found Roland and said, "I plan to stay here for a while. Can I temporarily join your magic tower and communicate with them to learn basic magic knowledge?"

Roland smiled and said, "Of course there is no problem."

Roland also made a temporary appointment at last night's banquet.

After all, Bud won almost double the reward for himself. Needless to say, the magical materials were also hard currency in Roland's view.

Many times I don’t have a place to buy it.

So to express his gratitude, Roland held a banquet for him according to the customs here.

Because it was a hasty decision, Roland thought that there would not be many people participating.

But unexpectedly, almost all the invitations sent by the housekeeper came.

In addition, that group of players are members who have moved here in the Blade Guild in recent days.

There are about seventy people, and although the levels are generally around lv2 and lv3, they are already a very strong force.

The purpose of Roland's banquet was to welcome Bard, and the other reason was to see if players could integrate into the Delbon aristocratic class.

The result...the prospect is not very optimistic.

Although both sides tried to communicate, the gap between the three views was a bit far, and some ideas were completely different.

As we chatted, the emotions of both parties were not very good, and it was a lucky thing to not scold each other on the spot.

Although this attempt was a failure, this banquet caused a lot of erratic news on the forum.

A player went straight to record the video, edited it for a while and sent it out.

"The real aristocratic banquet, finally gaining knowledge"

Behind this post, a large group of players are leaving messages.

’Looking at the gentleman and lady, but in fact they were thieves and prostitutes.’

’On the upper floor, where do you see this feeling? Why do I only have the feeling of the bright lights and the wine?’

’ People’s experience is different, teenagers.’

’If Roland hadn’t been taken into consideration, these guys would have blown out the candles in the middle and late stages of the banquet and went on the spot.’

’No, where do you see this sign?’

’I can’t understand either.’

’Of course you serious people can’t understand. All you can see are some money and often play. They are the people in the play themselves, so of course they can understand the body language of those people. The same is true for me, including me.’

This reply was Principal Huang, and the golden reply font of the local tycoon directly caused a stir among the players.

At this time, Roland took Bud to the Magic Tower and said to the magic apprentices: "From today, Mr. Bud will stay in the Magic Tower for more than ten days and discuss and learn the basic knowledge of magic with you. Welcome."

There was a loud applause, and although the magic apprentices clapped, their expressions were very stiff and nervous.
Chapter completed!