John Junior wasn't an idiot. If he were, he would've launched a counterattack against the Golden Sons instead of waiting for Bard to come before he tried to achieve his purpose by allying with outsiders.
Because he wasn't a fool, he was able to discern a different message from Bard's seemingly random words.
A sand sculpture that couldn't be called a miracle looked exactly like Roland. What did it mean?
John Junior was silent for a moment, and then desperation gradually filled his face. "It seems that these Golden Sons really have powerful backgrounds. They can even create miracles … There's no hope for the John family to rise again." “
His soft voice couldn't cover his heavy sorrow.
"I don't think it's as simple as a miracle." Bard had a sip of the fruit wine, which was supposed to be sweet, but now he tasted bitter. "I threw a gold coin too, and now I've got that special ability too. There seems to be a voice in my head that tells me that this ability is called Roland's Zeal. " “
Bard didn't say anything else. He simply looked out of the window, looking even more lost and gloomy.
Seeing that, Bard slowly talked about some interesting things in the capital, not caring if John was listening or not.
What else could he do at a time like this except talk?
Revenge?
It was impossible.
Half a day later, it was already evening. Night came especially fast when it was almost winter.
At this moment, the night wind already carried a hint of coldness.
Bard subconsciously tightened his clothes.
When he jumped off the carriage, he was surprised to find that a lot of carriages were parked at the gate of Roland's manor. The nobles were going in and out, and other carriages were slowly approaching from afar.
He came to the gate, but before he said anything, the butler who was responsible for receiving guests saw him and immediately said, "Mr. Bard, you're finally back. That's great."
Pointing at the brightly lit manor, Bard asked curiously, "What's this?"
"Our master has specially set up a banquet for you. He has also invited the more influential nobles and merchants in the city," the butler said as he led the way. "Master is waiting for you in his study."
On the way, Bard greeted some of his acquaintances, and the nobles who weren't familiar with him also asked about his identity.
After entering the banquet hall, Bard saw a group of people who were different from the others.
Their attire was a little strange, but it was definitely not out of place. It was very fitting for the solemn atmosphere of the banquet. Most importantly, Bard sensed a similar temperament from them.
After a momentary daze, Bard's expression turned cold. He suddenly thought of a terrifying possibility.
Bard quietly sized up the group of people who were messing around in the hall and did not seem to have much etiquette. He then went up to the third floor.
He felt a little cold on his back. He touched it with his hand and found that some cold sweat was seeping out of his skin.
Then he took a deep breath, opened the door, and entered the study.
He saw Roland, who was alone in his study.
There were no candles in the room, but there was an illumination ball hanging on the ceiling, making the room as bright as day.
Bard sat down in front of Roland. His eyes were solemn and even interrogative. "Are the people downstairs all Golden Sons?"
Roland nodded.
Bard's cheeks twitched. "All professionals?"
Roland nodded again.
Then, Bard heaved a long sigh and looked out of the window, as if he had seen through the mortal world.
Right when Roland was about to ask something, Bard spoke first. "Poor John Junior."
Roland was slightly confused. Bard's thoughts were too jumpy.
About ten minutes later, Bard walked out of Roland's study. He was even more absent-minded. During the rest of the banquet, he was manipulated by Roland like a puppet. He watched Roland say something inappropriate before the banquet began, raise his glass to all the nobles, and then be pushed to the stage. He smiled like a puppet and interacted with other people instinctively.
It was not until late at night, when most of the nobles were gone, that Bard slowly came back to himself.
The later it was, the colder it was.
Bard let out a long sigh, and a thin white mist had already appeared.
He sat by the window, holding a glass of green fruit wine in his hand. He didn't drink it, but watched as the cold moonlight shone down, and as the wine swayed, silver ripples appeared in the wine.
Bard knew that the Golden Sons were strong and would influence the nobles sooner or later.
But he did not expect that day to come so soon.
That night, he raised his glass to the moon and did not drink.
The next day, Bard found Roland and said, "I plan to stay here for a while. Can I temporarily join your Magic Tower to communicate with them and learn basic magic knowledge?"
Roland smiled and said, "Of course, no problem."
The banquet last night was also an impromptu idea.
After all, Bard had almost doubled the reward for him. Not to mention gold coins, magic resources were also hard currency in Roland's eyes.
Most of the time, he couldn't buy them even if he wanted to.
So, to express his gratitude, Roland held a banquet for him according to the custom here.
Because it was a hasty decision, Roland thought that not many people would attend.
But he did not expect that almost all the people would come to the invitation sent by the butler.
The other group of players were members of Silver Wings who had just moved here a few days ago.
There were about seventy of them. Although they were mostly level two or three, they were already a very strong force.
Roland held the banquet partly to welcome Bard and partly to see if the players could blend into the nobles of Delpon.
In the end … things didn't look good for him.
Although both sides had tried to communicate with each other, the difference in their worldview was too great, and some of their philosophies were even diametrically opposed.
As they chatted, their moods turned sour. It was already fortunate that they didn't start cursing each other on the spot.
Although this attempt was considered a failure, this banquet caused quite a stir on the forum.
One of the players went straight to the recording, edited it a little, and posted the video.
"A real aristocratic banquet. I've finally learned something new."
Behind this post, a large group of players left comments.
They look like gentlemen and ladies, but in fact they are thieves and prostitutes. ‘
'Where do you get that feeling from, my dear fellow? Why do I only have thoughts of debauchery? ‘
"Everyone's experience is different, young man. ‘
If it weren't for Roland, these guys would've blown out the candles in the middle of the banquet and started messing around. ‘
'Wait, where on earth did you see this sign? ‘
I don't understand either. ‘
Of course, you decent people can't understand. Those who can understand are those who have money and frequent parties. They are the actors themselves, so of course they can understand those people's body language. It's the same for me. ‘
It was Principal Huang's reply. The tycoon's golden reply caused another uproar among the players.
At this moment, Roland brought Bard to the Magic Tower and said to the magic apprentices, "Mr. Bard will stay in the Magic Tower for more than ten days from today to discuss and learn the basics of magic with you. Everyone, welcome."
Applause burst out. The magic apprentices were clapping, but their faces were stiff and nervous.
The four Mage players, on the other hand, seemed very calm, and there was even some interest in their eyes.
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