Could being handsome make a living?
Of course it could! There was a typical example around Roland. Since he was a child, Schuck had used a series of tricks to tell him how much invisible good treatment he would encounter when he was handsome to a certain extent.
Schuck was rarely punished for making the same mistake, and if there was something good, he would be given priority. As for girls and whatnot … Schuck even found them troublesome.
Roland used to wonder why he wasn't handsome.
Later he realized that there were few people in the world who were as gifted as Schuck. Now even the game world admitted that Schuck's appearance had broken through the limits of his race.
But now another opportunity to be a pretty boy was placed in front of Roland. Should he seize it?
Of course he had to seize it … Those who thought that relying on looks to make a living didn't have the ability were just jealous.
Although even if he became a pretty boy, he definitely couldn't compare to Schuck, no one would mind being more handsome or more beautiful.
Provided that he didn't use physical means to change his face.
Roland turned off the lights in the room, then sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and entered a meditative state.
After all, this was the most basic introductory teaching in the notes. Calm your mind first.
The lights in the room flickered, and after about ten minutes, Roland suddenly opened his eyes, then gritted his teeth and used his hands to straighten his legs.
It was so numb that he couldn't move his legs.
He scratched his own legs hard, scrunching his face in great frustration.
For someone who had never sat cross-legged, this posture was quite easy to cause poor blood flow to the legs.
He rested for a while, and when his legs were no longer numb, he began to close his eyes and meditate again.
Only this time it was shorter than the last time.
He slapped his legs again, revealing a bitter smile.
Then he got out of bed and walked for a while.
When his legs were completely numb, he sat in front of the computer and opened a web page to search for information on how to meditate without numbing his legs.
The results were pretty much the same … He just needed to sit a few more times.
All right. Roland gave up cross-legged meditation for the time being tonight.
After browsing the forum for a while, it was time, and Roland entered the game on time.
Every time he entered the game, Roland could feel the ubiquitous magic elements in the air, which gave him a sense of satisfaction.
And now, he was more and more reluctant to stay in the real world.
The real world always made him feel empty, and he even felt a little restless.
He walked into the magic lab and continued to derive the new characteristics of the Spell Puppet.
Not long after, Vivian came in. She placed an invitation before Roland and said, "John Junior sent someone to deliver it."
Roland took the invitation and read it. It said that Roland and the other three Golden Sons were invited to the castle again for a private party, but this time John Kong Senior wanted to meet them.
Hehe, you're finally taking action?
Since Old John's return, he hadn't made any moves against the players, but now it seemed that he could no longer sit still.
Roland also wanted to see what kind of person the other party was!
In the evening, Roland went to the castle with Hawk and the others for the meeting.
The person who received them was still John Junior.
They hadn't seen each other for a while, but John Junior was still as handsome as before. When he saw the four of them, he bowed slightly and said, "You're finally here. I've been waiting for a long time. Please come in."
He volunteered to be a waiter and personally led the four of them into the castle's banquet hall.
Several thick candles were placed in the four corners of the banquet hall. These candles were magical creations that burned for a long time and were extremely bright. They didn't have any odor or black smoke. They were a type of luxury item and were relatively expensive. The average small noble wouldn't dare to use them.
It was one thing to be able to afford them, but to use such a precious thing without the corresponding status would easily be secretly ridiculed by other nobles, saying that they didn't know their status and didn't know their place.
This was already an unspoken rule.
Roland and the other three didn't know what they were. When they came in, they only felt that the light from these candles was a little bright, almost comparable to household LED lights.
So they only took one more look and then looked away.
This action was also seen by John and his son.
John Senior sat in the main seat, and when he saw Roland and the other three come over, he didn't get up. He just gently raised his glass and said, "The four of you are finally here. Please sit down."
Generally speaking, the main seat didn't get up when there were guests. Generally speaking, it was because the guests weren't of high status and weren't worthy of him standing up.
This in itself was a relatively rude thing to do.
Although Roland and the others didn't understand these underlying noble rules, "not knowing etiquette" was the same thing between the two planes, so Roland and the others frowned slightly.
But they didn't say anything and just started looking for a place to sit down.
This was also a gesture that when the host didn't invite the guest to sit down, it was considered rude and a forceful act of contempt for the host. An exception would be made unless the visitor was someone very close to them.
The meaning of both planes was similar, and both John Senior and John Junior were a little surprised to see them sit down on their own.
Both father and son then hid their emotions well, maintaining that hospitable and warm smile on their faces.
After they sat down, Roland looked at John Senior.
John Senior looked very similar to John Junior, except that the former was much more mature and looked much more forceful.
Roland sized up the other party for a moment and smiled. "Why is the mayor inviting us over, but just sitting and watching without talking?"
"I'm thinking about how I should open my mouth to you." John Senior laughed aloud as his gaze swept over the other three and finally fell on Roland's face. "After all, what I'm about to say may be a bit forceful."
"Since it's forceful, then please don't say it, Mr. Mayor." Roland waved his hand. "Lest it hurt the feelings of both sides. After all, we have a pretty good relationship with John Junior, and if there's any conflict with you, it'll be hard for John Junior, who's stuck in the middle. On one side are friends, on the other are close relatives, and there's pain on both sides. "
Hearing this, John Junior felt as disgusted as if he had swallowed a fly.
He really didn't expect Roland to be so brazen and shameless.
To even say such a thing.
John Senior sneered inwardly. He was very knowledgeable and had seen such a situation before.
He chuckled lightly and said, "It's just that these words, even if they're forceful, even if they cause some misunderstanding on both sides, have to be said, they're very important."
Roland sighed. "Since you insist, Mr. Mayor, then please speak."
"Why don't we eat while we talk?"
"No, let's get down to business first." Roland waved his hand and said, "I'm not in the mood to eat until I'm done listening to business."
Hawk, Lynk, and Jett were gorging themselves, and when they heard Roland's words, they smiled slightly and started gorging themselves again.
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