The newcomer looked rather arrogant.
It reminded Roland of the first time he met Bard. At that time, Bard had the same condescending, condescending, and mocking look in his eyes.
It was only after something happened that Bard's attitude gradually improved, and the two of them finally became friends.
So, Roland felt a sense of déjà vu when he saw the man. He felt that he had gone back to a few months ago.
"Felwood, what are you doing in my manor?" Bard was rather unhappy and even disdainful.
The man walked forward slowly and said mockingly, "As your brother, isn't it normal for me to show concern for my younger brother who is about to be kicked out of the family?"
Roland was slightly surprised to hear that.
Bard looked at Roland guiltily and said, "There's no need to pretend to be kind, Felwood. You're probably the happiest person about this."
"Hahaha!"
Felwood laughed and then looked at Roland. He observed Roland for a moment and asked with a weird expression, "Golden Son?"
He seemed to be despising Roland, but he was also rather wary.
So, he didn't seem to be smiling at all.
At first, Roland didn't understand why the man was wearing such an expression, but then he realized why. It probably had something to do with the idiotic players that Antis mentioned.
For the sake of money, she stabbed herself, died and came back to life, came back to life, and died again. She ran around naked, which was an affront to public decency. It really gave people the impression that she could give up her moral integrity for money. However, its undying and indestructible characteristics made everyone feel that it was quite troublesome to deal with, and even quite envious.
Besides, Roland was dressed differently from the other players. They were all Warriors or Agility-type classes.
Roland was a Mage.
Even the Spell Casters of foreign tribes were respected by the people.
For example, no matter how annoying the Orcs were, nobody dared to underestimate an Orc Shaman who came to the human world as a diplomat or make racist remarks in front of him.
Figuring that out, Roland said with a smile, "Yes."
Felwood observed Roland for a while longer, and his mockery was much less intense. "Mr. Mage, you may not be aware of the latest news, but your friend next to you, my brother, will be kicked out of the family very soon. If he has deceived you, you can come to my manor as a guest. It's not far from here. Just ask around on the street and you'll know the location. "
Little Bard's black eyes were so black that they seemed to be stained with ink. He stared at Felwood with hatred and clenched fists, as if he were going to hit someone … But in the end, he didn't.
Roland nodded. "Got it."
His voice was still faint, as if there was no emotion in it.
For a moment, Felwood couldn't figure out Lauren's attitude. After waiting for a few seconds, he finally looked at Bard with a smug smile and left on his wagon.
Bud did not speak until Felwood's carriage had disappeared down the street.
Roland heaved a sigh and asked, "How many brothers do you have?"
"Two," said Little Bard. "He's my second brother."
"But I'm curious about one thing." Roland thought for a moment and said, "When Antis sent someone to find you, I only mentioned Bard. You're both surnamed Bard. How did his man find you so precisely? "
"When Antis' man came, the three of us were in our father's manor," said Bard. "He mentioned your name, so I came."
With that, Roland understood. "No wonder he was so punctual. As soon as we arrived at the manor, he came over. It turns out that he had long wanted to see who was looking for you. He wanted to see if he could help you turn the tables. "
Lil 'Bard's expression turned ugly.
Roland said again, "You're both called Bard, so it's hard to tell them apart. Since his name is Felwood, what's yours?"
"Kaka."
"Yes, a simple name." Roland nodded.
"It's not meaningful, is it?" Little Bard, or Kaka, looked at the sky and said in a low voice, "That's the name my mother gave me. My mother, on the other hand, was just a merchant's daughter. I was laughed at a lot when I was a kid because of this name. "
"Is it important where you're born?" Roland said slowly, "Even if your name is Kaka, even if it doesn't have any meaningful meaning, it doesn't change the fact that you're the descendant of a great noble. Why are you being so spoiled? "
"You don't understand. I don't quite understand how the Golden Sons think." Kaka sighed and said, "Apart from you, I've also come into contact with several other Golden Sons. Although your personalities are different, your eyes are all the same. You all look at anyone as if they were fat meat that would run away."
Hearing that, Roland chuckled. "Not long ago, Antis said that we see everyone as if they're gold coins."
Kaka was slightly stunned. "I didn't expect Antis to have such an idea … But it makes sense. He cut down three Golden Sons with his own hands, and he's smarter, more talented, and has a better bloodline than me. It's normal that he can see it. Besides, the style of the Golden Sons a while ago is truly indescribable. "
Roland had been sizing up Kaka Bard and found that he was indeed not as high-spirited as he had been a few months ago.
There was a faint lack of confidence in his expression.
Roland looked at the manor and asked with a smile, "Aren't you going to invite me in? “
"Oh … Oh. “
Kaka froze for a moment, then led Roland to the gate of the manor. Two guards opened the gate and let the two of them in.
As they walked into the manor, Roland found that the two guards behaved respectfully, but their expressions were a little stiff, as if the respect was fake.
The two of them entered the manor, walked through the garden, and entered a luxurious three-story building. Finally, they sat down in the study on the third floor.
The study carried a faint scent of lavender.
Looking around, Roland's eyes lingered on the bookshelves for a few seconds, then he asked, "Actually, I wanted to ask when I was outside just now. Why are you being kicked out of the house?"
Kaka Bard's expression had improved a lot, but when he heard this question, he immediately became gloomy again.
After a moment of silence, he said, "My father wants me to be the mayor of a town next to Sisilia. That place is one of our family's territories. "
"This is inheriting a territory, not being kicked out of the house," Roland asked rhetorically.
"The population there is less than fifty thousand, the environment is harsh, and there is not much production. In the past, when someone in the family made a mistake, they were all driven there and left to fend for themselves. Isn't this a disguised form of expulsion from the family? "
Roland said, "I know why you want to buy the derivative spell model of the Spell Puppet from me, and it has to be signed by you."
Kaka Bard sighed helplessly. He didn't want Roland to know about this. After all, it would make him lose the initiative in bargaining.
But now he was on the chopping block, and Roland could only let the latter name a price.
He only hoped that Roland's price wouldn't be too outrageous, or at least he should be able to afford it.
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