The atmosphere was a little gloomy.
Fan Six Hundred Million looked at him for a while and smiled helplessly. "It seems that I was rude. Sorry."
Then, he got up and left, twisting his waist.
The bard left with Fan Six Hundred Million. Before he left, he glared at Betta.
After the two of them left, Betta asked curiously, "Why didn't you reject her more tactfully? Maybe you could have become friends with her."
"It's meaningless. We're destined to be people from two different worlds." Roland smiled and asked, "You said in the guild that you were leaving. What's going on?"
Betta said happily, "I've reached level five."
Roland was stunned. "So fast?"
"I've been doing more quests recently." As he spoke, Betta's expression even became a little excited. "There are three branches of the Divine Nobility, but no matter which branch, they can contract five Knights of the Round Table as subordinates. Their overall strength growth will be enhanced, and they have to be NPCs in the game. Players can't."
"Similar to the feeling of contracting a summoned beast?" Roland asked.
Betta thought for a moment, nodded, and said, "That's true. However, each of my Knights of the Round Table can contract another five second-class knights. Then, the second-class knights can contract another five apprentices. "
"Wait!" Roland was stunned. His expression was a little strange. "Why does it sound like your profession is a multi-level marketing boss?"
Betta spread his hands proudly and smiled. "That's why I said that this is the correct way to unlock a hidden profession."
There were indeed many ways to play this game. Roland smiled bitterly. "You make me want to delete my account and start a new Divine Nobility. I can pick up money and have a large number of subordinates. Let me do the math. In other words, a complete Divine Nobility can have 130 subordinates. And all of them are enhanced professions? "
"According to the profession specializations I've seen, that's the case." Betta took a sip of fruit wine.
Roland scratched his head. "So you left Delpon to find your Knights of the Round Table?"
Betta nodded. "Yes, I'll find some people with stronger growth potential and better personalities to become my knights. I can't just choose random people."
This logic was not wrong.
Although Roland was a little worried that Betta would be easily tricked because of his young age, it was not a big loss if he was tricked in the game. It was not a bad thing to let him go alone.
So Roland asked, "When are we leaving?"
"Tomorrow." Betta thought for a moment and said, "I'll buy some carriages and take Lisa with me. As for my house, it's yours, Brother Roland."
"I'll take care of it for you." Roland didn't want to take advantage of others. "It's very comfortable and convenient for me to live in the magic tower."
"It's up to you." Betta didn't mind.
Both were the kind of people who did not care much for the money of their friends, and the house would have sold for several guineas, but neither thought much of it.
Of course … if it was an outsider, they would calculate the price properly.
The two of them clinked glasses and drank some fruit wine. As time passed, the unconscious drinkers gradually regained consciousness.
A group of people clamored to find the outrageously beautiful dancer and said that they wanted to marry her. As a result, they were not convinced and quickly started fighting each other. The scene was chaotic.
But no matter how chaotic it was, those people were still rational enough not to go to Roland and Betta's direction.
Betta drank until he was dizzy, and then he was picked up by his little maid, Lisa.
Just as Roland was about to pay, Gru walked over.
He respectfully placed a few pieces of parchment in front of Roland and said, "This is the information we've investigated during this period of time. We can't guarantee that everything is correct, but at least we did our best."
"Go to the secret chamber from last time."
Two minutes later, Roland sat on a chair in the secret chamber and looked at the parchment in his hand.
The more he read, the more he frowned. Finally, he asked, "The information about the Belly Snake Gang is correct, right?"
Gru bent his back slightly and said with a bitter smile, "The Belly Snake Gang turns out to be our opponent. We know them better than they know themselves. I've personally reviewed this information. It can't be wrong."
The Belly Snake Gang was a small gang that had kidnapped Lisa's family and was later wiped out by Bard.
"I really didn't expect that," Roland murmured softly.
Then, with a shake of his hand, a flame rose from his fingertips and burned the parchment to ashes.
"Get ready and send a dozen children over. I'll choose one or two of the best aptitudes, or two or three to be magic apprentices. "Roland stood up." After all, this is what we agreed on. "
Gelu heaved a long sigh of relief. He had been worried that Roland would not be satisfied with this information. Now that his heart was at ease, he immediately smiled and replied, "Please rest assured, Your Excellency. We will definitely arrange this matter within three days."
Roland thought for a moment and said, "Also, our teaching is a little strict. There might be light corporal punishment. I hope you don't mind."
Upon hearing this, Gru's eyes shone with a cold light. "Please don't say that, sir. If the children don't learn well, you can beat them as much as you want. It doesn't matter even if you beat them to death."
Gru's words were not sarcastic. That was what he really thought.
In this world, the chances of receiving guidance from an official Mage were slim. If there was such a good opportunity in front of him, but he did not cherish it and allowed it to slip away from his hands, what was the point of keeping such an idiot if he did not beat him to death?
To be a rice worm?
Looking at Gru's fierce expression, Roland somewhat sighed.
He remembered that when he was just in the first grade, his father took him to school and said to the homeroom teacher, "Teacher, please take care of my child. If he is disobedient, beat him hard. As long as he is not beaten to death, it doesn't matter if you break his legs. He will be fine after two or three months at most."
Roland still remembered his father's serious expression at that time. It did not seem like he was scaring a child or joking at all.
Most of the older generation believed that it was a matter of course for teachers to physically punish disobedient students.
It was not like now, where a teacher would be criticized on the Internet if he scolded too many students.
Returning from the Gray Sand Tavern to the Magic Tower, Roland leaned back in his chair and recalled the contents of the few pieces of parchment. Many of the areas that had been puzzling him were suddenly cleared up.
He had preliminarily locked onto some people, and the next step was to verify them.
But the more it was so, the more low-key Roland became. He did not mention the disappearance of the girl at all, as if the matter had been closed.
Then, he would devote himself wholeheartedly to magic experiments.
Time flew by, and another two months had passed.
A somewhat disheveled Roland walked out of the magic lab. The derivative spell of Teleportation was very difficult and there was no progress. He hadn't eaten for two days.
If it weren't for the fact that the bodies of professionals were stronger than the average person, he wouldn't have been able to stand it.
Just as he was wolfing down his food, Vivian suddenly came up and said, "Deputy Chairman, there's a monstrous human outside who says he wants to see you."
Hawk is here!
It's time to pull in the net.
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