A lot of people were blocked at the gate of the inner city. Roland estimated that there must be more than three thousand people, and they were still coming. Soon, the traffic was blocked.
In the age of information, people would've rioted if they heard such an unreasonable order, and the authorities would've been held accountable.
But in this world, the entire city belonged to the mayor. If he said that the city would be sealed, the civilians couldn't find any law to refute his decision.
Even Andonara and Vivian felt that it was only natural.
Not to mention the regular citizens.
But Roland didn't think so.
Instead of getting excited, he asked, "Can we go out first?"
At this moment, Andonara suddenly grabbed Roland's left arm, as if she were worried that he would do something.
"Of course."
The guards naturally didn't dare to stop a Mage and two women who were obviously nobles.
Roland and the other two left the city through a side gate. Then, Andonara finally loosened her grip on Roland's arm.
Walking in the shade, Roland looked at Andonara's nervous face and asked, "You were afraid that I would attack you just now?"
Andonara nodded. "I've asked about you. As far as I know, you've already blown up two city gates. I was worried that you would blow up this one again if you were upset."
"I'm not that unreasonable, am I?"
Andonara rolled her eyes at him. "You Golden Sons really don't know what to do."
"It's just a misunderstanding."
"I'd be a fool to believe you," said Andonara.
Vivian looked on enviously. She wanted to chat with Roland as naturally as Andonara did, but as a virgin, she was more reserved. Andonara, on the other hand, was a married woman who was more open about certain things.
For example, she slept on Roland's bed every day, bullying him that he didn't need rest as a player.
They came to the gate of the open-air theater, only to find that many carriages were already there.
Also, the entrance was guarded by a team of twenty elite soldiers.
When Roland and the other two arrived, the leading officer looked at them and waved his hand, asking the soldiers to let them in.
After entering the theater, Roland saw that the first three rows of the auditorium were already occupied.
All of them were well-dressed and had a proud aura about them.
As soon as Roland and the other two came in, they immediately attracted the attention of most people.
After all, the clothes of the three of them were too eye-catching. Roland was still wearing a magic robe, which was the standard uniform. Andonara was as pretty as a flower, and Vivian was pretty and lovely. Both of them were rare beauties and naturally attracted the attention of others.
Roland looked around and ignored the nobles. Instead, he walked to the orchestra.
At this time, the members of the band were chatting and eating snacks.
Roland walked over. Britney was talking to a female player. Seeing him, she stood up and smiled. "You're here!"
Roland looked around and asked, "Are you … not going to start the show?"
"What's the point of acting?" Britney smiled coldly. "There's no one here. We're not acting."
"Awesome." Roland gave a thumbs up. "Then how about I stay and watch the show?"
"Of course not." Britney couldn't have been happier. "We're more confident with a big shot protecting us … don't you think so?"
Britney suddenly shouted to the side.
Then, all the players turned around and replied lethargically, "Of course we are."
Then, the players went back to their own business. They chatted and ate snacks.
If they were battle-class players, they would probably join Roland and chat with him.
However, these casual players were either musicians or singers in real life. Their mindset when playing games was different from that of pure players like Roland. They belonged to two different circles, so no matter how famous Roland was, they didn't have too much of a reaction.
Then, Roland chatted with Britney in the backstage of the theater. As they chatted, Roland became friends with the players.
Andonara, Vivian, and Britney, on the other hand, had a great time chatting.
Time passed quickly.
Very soon, the nobles in the auditorium couldn't take it anymore. They sent a servant to ask when the show would begin.
Britney turned around and said, "Tell your master that we're not interested in the show because there are too few people."
The servant was about to burst into fury, but seeing that everybody here was a professional, he held back his anger and left.
Not long after, a young man dressed in luxurious clothes came over with four soldiers.
He glanced around in the backstage and asked, "May I ask which one of you is Ms. Britney?"
Nobody paid any attention to him. The most they did was look at him and then went on with their business.
In such an atmosphere, the young man blushed in fury. He roared, "Do you have any manners?"
Still, nobody paid any attention to him.
The young man was even more furious. He glared at everybody for a while and left with the soldiers.
After they were gone, Britney said, "Just wait and see. Someone even more bad-tempered will come soon."
"What are you going to do?" asked Roland.
"Wait," said Britney casually. "Until they're willing to open the city gate, or we'll leave in three days. We don't have to spoil those arrogant fools. "
Roland smiled.
At this time, the young man returned to the auditorium and said to a rather dignified middle-aged man, "Father, those bards don't want to talk to me. They're not even interested in looking at me. They're too arrogant."
The young man's voice was rather loud, and everybody heard him. They all exclaimed.
The middle-aged man patted his thigh and asked, "You're not exaggerating?"
"No."
"Those Golden Sons don't respect us at all." At this moment, a middle-aged noble with a fat belly interjected, "There are more than two hundred nobles and magnates here. What's wrong with asking them to serve us alone? After the show is over, the bumpkins can come in after we leave. Are we really going to watch the show with those bumpkins? I can't afford to be humiliated like that. "
"I'll talk to them in person." The middle-aged man stood up.
"That's unnecessary." Another noble with a mustache stood up. "You're the mayor. Let me go. I'm the sheriff and a viscount here. They have to show me some respect. "
The mayor thought for a moment and sat down again.
This time, the sheriff simply summoned thirteen soldiers and walked backstage.
As soon as he arrived at the backstage, he saw a group of players chatting and eating lazily. He immediately became angry.
"Do you Golden Sons have any basic manners?" The bearded noble was so angry that his beard was curling. "So many of us are waiting outside, and you're playing here? Do you consider the audience to be your parents?"
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