The person who came was quite arrogant.

This reminded Roland of the first time he saw Bud. At that time, Bud also had such an expression, looking down on others, holding an airs, and even having a hint of mockery in his eyes.

But after something happened, Bard's attitude gradually improved, and the two of them barely became friends.

So when Roland saw this person, he felt very immediacy. It seemed that he had returned a few months ago.

"Fewood, what are you doing in my estate?" Bud's expression was very unhappy and even a little disgusted.

The man slowly walked up, stood in front of Bud, and said sarcastically: "As your brother, isn't it normal for me to care about my younger brother who is about to be kicked out of the house?"

Hearing this, Roland looked a little surprised.

Bud looked at Roland with some guilt, and then said, "No need for a fake kindness, Felwood, you should be the happiest person in this matter."

Hahaha!

Ferwood laughed a few times, then looked at Roland. He looked up and down for a while, then asked inexplicably, "Son of Gold?"

His expression seemed to look down on others, but he was also a little afraid.

So it becomes a feeling of not smiling.

Roland was a little confused at first why this man showed such an expression, but then he suddenly figured it out. It was probably related to the group of silly players that Antis mentioned.

It is indeed a feeling that one can give up one's integrity for money. It is also difficult for everyone to feel that one can give up one's integrity for money. But its immortality also makes everyone feel very difficult, and even envious.

Besides, Roland's outfit is different from the previous players. Those are warriors, or they are agility professions.

Roland is a wizard.

Even foreign spell casters are respected.

For example, no matter how annoying orcs are, as a diplomat, no one dares to underestimate it or say racist sluts in front of it.

Thinking this out, Roland smiled and said, "Yes."

Ferwood looked at Roland for a while, and his sarcastic expression became much lighter: "Your Magister, maybe you don't know the latest news yet. This friend, my brother, will be kicked out of the house soon. If he deceives you, you can come to my manor as a guest. Not far from this, you can go to the street to find out where you will know."

This is openly poaching. Little Bud is as black as if dyed with ink. He stares at Felwood hatefully, clenching his fists, as if he is going to hit someone... But in the end, he still didn't take action.

Roland nodded: "I get it."

The voice was still faint, and there seemed to be no emotion.

For a moment, Ferwood couldn't figure out what Roland was about. After waiting for a few seconds, he finally looked at Bud, showed a smug smile, turned around and left in his carriage.

Bud didn't speak until Ferwood's carriage disappeared at the end of the street.

Roland sighed softly and asked, "How many brothers do you have?"

"Two." said the little Bud, "He is the second brother."

"But I think there is something I'm pretty curious about." Roland thought for a while and said, "When Antis sent someone to find you, I only said Bad. You all have the surname Bad, how did his people come to you accurately?"

"When Antis's men came, we three brothers were in my father's manor." Bard said: "He reported your name, so I came."

After saying this, Roland understood: "No wonder he was so accurate in time. As soon as we arrived at the manor, he came over. It turned out that he wanted to see who was coming to you. See if there was any possibility of helping you turn the tables."

Little Bud's face is very difficult to look.

Roland said again: "You are all called Bud, and it is difficult to distinguish them in the future. Since his name is Ferwood, what is your name?"

“Kaka.”

"Well, a simple and easy-to-understand name." Roland nodded.

"It's not a big deal." Little Bud, who is Kaka, looked at the sky, 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 often ridiculed when I was a child."

"Is it important to be born?" Roland said slowly: "Even if your name is Kaka, even if the name has no meaning, it cannot change the fact that you are the descendant of a great noble. What are you in love with?"

"You don't understand, but I don't quite understand your Gold Son's idea." Kaka sighed and said, "In addition to you, I have also come into contact with several other Gold Sons. Although you have different personalities, your eyes are similar. Everyone can see fat people who will run away."

Hearing this, Roland burst into laughter: "Antis said not long ago that we all looked like we were looking at gold coins."

Kaka was stunned for a moment: "I didn't expect that Antis actually had such an idea... but it was the same. He cut down three gold sons with his own hands, and he was smarter and more talented than me, and had better blood. It was normal to be able to see clearly. Moreover, the style of the gold sons some time ago was indeed indescribable."

Roland kept looking at Kaka Bard and found that he was not as energetic as a few months ago.

There was a hint of disconfidence in his expression.

Roland looked at the manor and asked with a smile: "Don't you invite me in and sit?" "Oh...oh."

Kaka was stunned for a moment, then led Roland to the door of the manor. The two guards opened the door and let them both go in.

As he walked into the manor, Roland found that the two guards were respectful, but their expressions were a little stiff, as if this respect was performed.

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 was a faint scent of lavender in the study.

Looking around for a while, Roland's gaze stayed on the bookshelf for a few more seconds, and then asked, "Actually, I was outside just now and wanted to ask, what's going on if you're kicked out of the house?"

Originally, Kaka Bad's expression had improved a lot, but when he heard this question, he immediately became depressed again.

He autistic for a while before saying, "My father wants me to go to a town next to Sicilya City to be the mayor. That place is one of our family's territories."

"This is the inheritance territory, it's not considered driving out of the house." Roland asked back.

"The population there is less than 50,000, the environment is harsh and there is no output. In the past, some people in the family made mistakes and were driven there to fend for themselves. Isn't this a disguised expulsion from the house? "

Roland said with a oh, "I know why you bought me the derivative spell model of the spell puppet, and it must be your signature."

Kaka Bard breathed helplessly. He didn't want Roland to know about this, after all, this would make him lose the initiative in bargaining judgment.

But now he is fish and Roland is the slaughter and can only let the latter offer the price.
Chapter completed!