Antis's expression immediately became odd. He was silent for a while before he said, "Follow me."
It was still in the small house under the city gate, but this time there was a postman next to it.
Antis seemed to know the postman as well, and when he saw him, he nodded in greeting.
It was inconvenient to sit down in full-body armor, so Antis leaned against the uneven wall, crossed his arms, and said slowly, "When Little Bard shouted those words before he died, I knew you would come back. Because the only friend he has is you. "
Roland stared into the other's eyes and asked, "I thought you were his friend too."
"Just an acquaintance, not a friend."
"You're still distant relatives."
Hearing this, Antis smiled, not at Roland, but a self-deprecating smile. "What's a distant relative? Real relatives are all honeyed with each other. It's good enough that I didn't take the opportunity to hit him while he was down and seek benefits."
It sounded very cold and unreasonable, but in fact, it was quite reasonable.
Roland did have the thought that Antis was a good enough friend.
"How much do you know about why Kaka died?" Roland asked coldly.
Antis's jade fingers pressed gently against his pretty face as he thought about what to say and what not to say.
After a while, he raised his head and said, "Little Bard's death was the result of a struggle between the royal family and the Association of Mages. That's all I can say, you'll have to look into the specifics yourself. After all, I'm also on the royal family's side, and there are some things that can't be said from my standpoint, at least not by me. "
After saying this, Antis put on his helmet again, covering his charming pretty face.
Then he walked out, and just as he was about to leave the door, Roland's low voice came from behind him.
"Thank you very much."
Antis's body paused for a moment before he slowly walked out.
The room was quiet again. At this time, the postman sighed and said with a tone of disbelief, "It feels like a big show. The royal family, the Association of Mages, the queen, Bard Jr., the abandoned child … and that's just what we see on the surface. We don't even know how many other families are secretly involved. Just thinking about it makes me feel like it's a palace drama. "
"You overestimate them." Roland rose and said disdainfully, "It's just a few families biting each other over a dog bone."
The postman shrugged indifferently and did not refute.
He knew very well that Roland was in a very bad mood.
It sounded like Roland was in a fit of rage and exhilaration.
But he knew very well that the man in front of him was the strongest player mage. He could destroy the city gate with a single fireball, and as a player, he was immortal. It was not difficult for him to stir up a storm in the Royal City.
Now the postman was ready for a live broadcast. He also frequented the forum. The two players who had live-streamed Roland blowing up the city gate in the past two times had each received more than 100,000 yuan in tips, which made him very envious.
Now it was finally his turn.
Although he told Roland that he was going to complete an epic quest, it was nothing compared to the income from streaming. Besides, he didn't have a messenger mission for the time being. It shouldn't be too much to follow Roland and earn some "food money," right?
Roland walked out of the room.
The postman followed and asked as he walked, "What should we do next?"
"Meet up with friends."
Friends? The other F6 members?
The postman's eyes lit up. It had always been a secret how many F6 members there were. Some said there were six, some said there were seven, and now the only ones standing in the light were the strongest mage, Roland, and the white dragon knight Yin Zhi … no, the red dragon knight Schuck.
The identities of the others were still a mystery, only that there seemed to be a Rogue, a Berserker, and a Hunter?
Now that they were live-streamed and figured out their identities, there should be a lot of people watching.
The two walked through several commercial streets and came to a tavern.
The plaque on the door of the tavern was a stallion, so the tavern was called the Wild Horse Tavern.
There were many red-faced drunkards inside, most of them professionals or people related to mercenaries.
In fact, there weren't that many professionals in Hollevin at all. Many men just had some strength and learned some combat skills, so they said they were professionals, such as swordsmen, tomahawk fighters, and so on, and reported to the Mercenary Guild.
And the Mercenary Guild didn't refuse anyone. As long as they could kill magical beasts and complete the quest, they didn't care if you were a professional or not. They were only responsible for issuing quests, taking responsibility for their own lives and doing it if they felt they were capable.
So the mercenary trade was a mixed bag, with real professionals and a large number of ordinary people mixed in.
Because of the extremely high mortality rate in this trade, most mercenaries were people who lived for the moment.
When they had money, they ate meat, drank from bowls, and held women in their arms as they got drunk.
When they didn't have money, they put their heads on their necks, picked up their longswords and axes, and went to fight.
When they died, they were just bones in the wilderness, and when they survived, they continued their previous life until they ran out of money again.
Then it was another cycle.
It sounded very romantic, but in reality, this was a group of poor people.
They had no sense of security and couldn't see the future, so they could only numb themselves in this way.
More than ninety-five percent of mercenaries didn't live to be fifty.
In this tavern, except for a few low-level professionals, the rest were ordinary people disguised as professionals.
When they saw Roland in a magic robe, they immediately quieted down.
Spellcasters were also known as "robed" among mercenaries of the physical profession. Apart from the gap in social status, if there was a robed person in a team, then he was definitely the core of protection.
The robed person picked the spoils first, and when the benefits were divided, the robed person took more.
They knew very well that as long as there was a robed person in the team, then the mission completion rate and survival rate would skyrocket. After all, this was a world of magic, and many magic-related matters could only be settled by robed people.
So robed people had always been in high demand in adventure squads.
But even so, robed people rarely went out on adventures and rarely appeared in mercenary adventure squads.
And now a robed person actually appeared in the Wild Horse Tavern. This tavern was the next home of the Mercenary Guild, and many mercenary squads who were ready to go on a mission liked to get drunk here before they left.
This was a rare opportunity.
Could it be that this robed person wanted to find a team to train himself?
Immediately, someone thought of getting up and trying to invite this robed young man.
Although the chances weren't high, what if it worked?
However, after Roland entered the tavern, he didn't stop but went straight up to the second floor.
A chorus of sighs rang out, and then the tavern became noisy again.
Roland knocked in front of a door on the second floor.
A familiar voice came from inside. "Come in."
Roland pushed the door in and saw his friends at a glance.
But he looked around and asked with some surprise, "Where's Schuck?"
"Xiao Longnu doesn't like places with too many people, she thinks it stinks here." It was Li Lin who spoke. He shrugged and said helplessly, "So Schuck stays with her outside the city. If we start moving, he'll fly in directly on the red dragon for aerial fire support. "
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