Although John Senior, the mayor of Delpon, was only an earl, as a powerful lord with territory and military power, he had a very high status, which made John Junior, the heir to the punishment, also very high status.
Wasn't it normal for a son to rely on his father for wealth?!
Even when he went to the capital, John was the kind of person who attracted more attention and had a lot to say. Even some so-called members of the royal family who didn't have any real power had to speak to him politely.
However, none of the four Golden Sons on the opposite side cared about his face.
He felt that he was in a difficult situation, but he didn't dare to get angry.
His father had taken most of the soldiers out, and now there was a serious shortage of troops in Delpon, which might not be able to trap these four Golden Sons at all.
The problem was … even if there were a large number of soldiers, was it really good to fight a group of undying people?
He sighed helplessly again. "Is the John family really not allowed to get involved over at the docks?"
Hawk shook his head. He had spent a few months and a lot of money and energy to build a 'company' with the basic structure of a modern 'concept' and laid the 'foundation'. How could he just let anyone come in and pick the fruits of his labor?
"I understand." Looking at Hawk's determined eyes, John stopped pestering him and said, "Then let's talk about the second thing."
The four looked at him.
John leaned back in his chair and said, "Are the four of you interested in serving under the John family? At least a knight quasi-noble status can be offered to you."
The four of them glanced at each other, and their eyes were filled with surprise.
They had been in this game for almost half a year and had learned a lot of common sense.
For example, there were differences in the status of quasi-nobles.
The quasi-noble status that was donated by merchants had almost no possibility of advancement. Their children and grandchildren were all merchant quasi-nobles.
But the quasi-nobles under the title of Knight were different. This was a noble rank that belonged to the army and could "advance," as long as they earned enough credit.
Also, the knight quasi-nobles could also get a very small territory as their own territory and could train a hundred private soldiers as a defense force.
It could be said that the knight quasi-nobles were essentially already one foot into the noble class.
And only nobles above the earl were qualified to confer the title of "knight," and the number was limited.
After all, every knight had to share some of their master's territory, so it was impossible to confer too many titles.
Now that Hardedef had opened his mouth and offered four slots, it was indeed very generous.
Roland and the others were surprised, not because they felt that the conditions were good, but because Hardedef's recruitment was quite generous. As expected of the heir of a city, the conditions he offered were very tempting.
If it was a normal professional, they would have knelt down on one knee in excitement and recognized him as their master. It was a pity that the Golden Sons were all arrogant and unmoved.
Roland volunteered to say, "Sorry, we don't intend to find ourselves a master for now."
The other three also laughed.
John saw that Roland's expression was very determined. Although he was a little unhappy, he still said with a smile, "Then forget it. Pretend I didn't say anything. Let's enjoy the food first."
Then he clapped his hands, and a group of musicians walked out and began to play a slow and beautiful piece of music nearby.
The atmosphere at the scene was great, but only John knew how unhappy he was.
About two hours later, Roland and the others came out of the castle.
Hawk said as he walked, "We refused Hardedef, so next, he will definitely unite with other nobles to suppress us. We have to be careful."
"He definitely won't dare to mess around in terms of force, but it's inevitable that he will play dirty tricks. Everyone just needs to be careful, but don't worry too much. It doesn't matter how many times we fail if we can start over. He's different. If he fails once, he'll be gone. "
The other three chuckled with some pride and pleasure.
The four of them parted at the intersection. Roland was about to return to the Magic Tower when he suddenly saw system notifications flashing nonstop. Someone in the guild had @ -ed him.
He opened the guild chat interface and found that it was Schuck who was sending messages vigorously.
"Things have gotten out of hand. Go to the forum and see for yourself."
This message was sent a dozen times.
Roland replied with a "got it" and then opened the forum. In the general discussion area, as expected, he saw a lot of posts related to him. In the forum's system notifications, countless people were @ ing him.
He randomly clicked on a popular post and found that it turned out that his previous "inter-world translation" incident had been made into a graphic description and posted on the major online forums and Weibo.
Following that, the entire country's online world exploded.
The game "Continent of Falan" had already received a lot of attention from the whole nation.
In the virtual but real world, the time difference of 1: 3 was equivalent to an extra life.
After the function of reading web pages in the game was opened, there were indeed people behind the scenes who began to hype the special function of the immersive cabin on the Internet, successfully pushing the immersive cabin, which had been hyped up to a million dollars, to the current four million.
And now, if Roland's Language Proficiency was proven to be able to translate the world's agreements, then those parents who wanted their children to succeed would definitely go crazy, and the price of the immersive cabin would definitely be hyped up again.
Now, many non-player netizens had come to the forum to watch the show, and some people were even trying hard to @ him, asking him to come out and explain.
There were more and more people, and the forum server's capacity was almost reaching its limit.
Looking at the increasing number of netizens and posts on the forum, Roland felt a little overwhelmed.
This was the first time he had encountered such a situation.
Just when he was in a dilemma, a blue magic door suddenly appeared on his left.
Roland subconsciously took two steps back, and the pedestrians around him were also startled, moving as far away as they could.
A young man walked out of the blue magic door, wearing a white coat, giving off the impression that he was either a doctor or a researcher.
"A player?" Roland froze for a moment, looking at the blue magic door behind the young man. "A long-distance teleportation portal, so powerful?"
He thought he was the highest-level Mage, but he didn't expect that there would be someone more powerful than him, even creating long-distance teleportation.
"I'm Ma Huajun." The young man smiled and said, "Let's go somewhere quiet, let's talk."
What, so it's a GM! Then it's not surprising that he knows teleportation.
The two of them walked to a big tree on the side of the road, and Ma Huajun leaned against the tree and said with a smile, "You really know how to stir up trouble, actually making such a big scene."
Roland shrugged helplessly. He didn't want to either.
Looking at Roland's slightly embarrassed expression, Ma Huajun continued, "Don't be so nervous, I'm just kidding. After this game was made, we already expected such a situation to happen. I'm here this time just to tell you that no matter what choice you make, we will support you. If you want to hide it, we can help, and if you want to reveal it, we can also add fuel to the fire. "
Ma Huajun was quite handsome, not as handsome as Schuck, but not too far behind.
And Roland also sensed a very powerful mental power from Ma Huajun.
Is it because he's a GM and can adjust his attributes?
Roland looked at the other party and thought quietly for a moment, then asked, "Is the power of the country involved in this game?"
"Of course, otherwise Penguin would've been swallowed no matter how rich it was." Ma Huajun said lightly, "We just released this game in the name of Penguin."
Roland looked at him and continued, "But your name is very similar to the name of the boss of Penguin, are you cousins or something?"
"It's just a coincidence." Ma Huajun looked at Roland. "Now make a decision, do you want to hide it and play the game, or do you want to expose it and let the country gain something?"
"Gain something for the country?" Roland asked curiously. "Can the country benefit from this?"
"Of course it can." Ma Huajun explained, "The emergence of the virtual world has already given our country a wave of prestige, and if the fact that you can translate all the languages of the world gets out, it will also be helpful for the rise of our country's soft power."
Roland closed his eyes and began to consider the pros and cons.
Ma Huajun was not in a hurry to urge him, just waiting quietly.
About a few minutes later, Roland said, "I choose to expose it, but I have another question, why can't I read the cuneiform of the Pharaoh civilization?"
"I don't know either." Ma Huajun said with a teasing smile, "Maybe you should go read the street stalls about the Pharaoh civilization? Okay, I have to leave now. Now that you've made a decision, we'll find a way to cooperate with you, just act according to your own ideas. "
After saying that, Ma Huajun waved at Roland, walked into the blue magic gate, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Roland stood still for a while before he returned to the Magic Tower.
Entering his study, Roland said to Vivian, "Don't let anyone disturb me."
Then he locked himself in the study.
Sitting on the soft chair, Roland took a deep breath and first applied for a livestream room on a certain livestream website, then he opened the game forum and made a post.
"About Language Proficiency."
In the post, Roland admitted that Language Proficiency could indeed work on the languages of all countries in reality. At the same time, he would also livestream, interact with netizens, answer some questions, and finally post the room number of the livestream room.
Closing the forum, Roland rubbed his eyebrows, then turned on the livestream and connected the livestream port to his game ID.
Before he pressed the button to start the livestream, a group of netizens rushed in.
"First blood, I came in first."
"I'll just sit on the bench and watch the game master's operation. It's amazing that you can translate the languages of the world in the game."
"That's impossible, this is just a propaganda method of the Celestial Empire to deceive the world."
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