Vivian didn't say anything except for Roland and Andonara.
She simply stared at the mustached man who had just run close.
Britney stood up straight and sneered, "My bread and butter? Did you build this theater? Or rather, did I charge you for the tickets? "
The mustached man was immediately lost for words.
The Vienna Concertgebouw had now visited most of Hollevin. They had been to cities and villages, and they had never charged any performance fees. As for where their money came from … On the one hand, in reality, they traded money for gold coins. In this world, the prices were very low, and they could use a gold coin sparingly. It was still very useful.
On the other hand, they would also organize some members to complete quests from the Guild of Mercenaries in exchange for funds.
After all, the Bard class was quite versatile.
They were good at melee combat, magic, support, and healing. When they worked together, they could deal with most battles. As long as the enemy wasn't too strong, they could always find a way to deal with it.
With their blood transfusions in reality and the funds they earned now and then, it wasn't a problem for the dozens of people in the Vienna Concerto to feed themselves. Moreover, for this group of people, there was no point in pursuing the enjoyment of life in the game. They might as well not make use of this second life and focus on improving their professional skills.
In real life, it is almost impossible for most of the performers to tour and perform.
It was too expensive.
But in this world, it was very simple.
They were young and healthy, and their bodies were almost never sick.
This was also a desert of culture and art. Their performances in every city would cause a sensation and be sought after.
It was a great feeling.
They could both exercise their abilities and satisfy their spiritual needs. Naturally, they were happy that they could kill two birds with one stone.
As for the battles, it was just an occasional concoction.
Because they didn't rely on the nobles' money, the people of Vienna were very confident.
Also, because they were immortal, they had even less respect for the arrogant nobles.
Because they were essentially more arrogant.
"If you have nothing else to say, you may go back." Britney smiled. "Tell your mayor that either he enjoys the people or we leave in three days."
The mustached man glared at Vienna. "Are you not worried that we'll inform the other lords and ask them to forbid you from entering the city?"
Britney yawned and looked at him as if he were an idiot. "How powerful is your mayor? Does all of Hollevin listen to him? "
The man with the mustache was at a loss for words.
Britney continued mocking, "Besides, Hollevin is just a remote country. There are Fareins, Urganda, the Desert Kingdom, and so on! Do you think your influence can reach outside? "
The mustache man's face darkened further.
In the end, he snorted unhappily and left with a dozen elite soldiers.
Britney chuckled and continued chatting with Andonara.
Andonara, on the other hand, looked a little strange.
Roland continued bragging to the players.
Not long after, another middle-aged man arrived. This time, he was followed by a group of nobles. There were about thirty of them, and there was a middle-aged male Mage wearing a blue robe and a blue cape.
The intimidating middle-aged man looked around, and the Mage, on the other hand, looked at Roland with great interest before he stared at Andonara with a rather curious expression.
However, he quickly retracted his gaze.
The middle-aged man walked to Britney and looked down at her, saying casually, "You're looking down on us."
"No." Britney shook her head slightly.
"You're looking down on us by asking ordinary people to sit with us." The mayor's tone was casual and even soul-stirring. "You think from the bottom of your heart that we're equal to civilians. What is it if not looking down on us?"
"That's the fairness that we pursue." Britney stood up and chuckled. "That's the belief of the Golden Sons."
"Humans are born to be unequal." The mayor's voice rose slightly. His dignified square face had an expression as if he was looking at an alien. "We nobles are born to be superior. This is the will of the gods. This is the approval of the gods. How can you change it? "
Britney knew that it was impossible to talk about equality with a man who had grown up in a world where there was a distinction between nobility and inferiority.
Even if they understood it, they would pretend that they didn't.
The reason was simple. Few people were willing to abandon their current status and interests.
So, Britney simply shook her head. "That's just your opinion, not ours. As I said, you can either enjoy our performance together, or we'll leave in three days. "
"You can't change it?" asked the mayor.
"You can't!"
The City Lord nodded and took a step back.
At this moment, the Mage next to him stood out. "Beautiful lady, it's true that the Golden Sons are very strong, but we've also discovered that you seem to be greatly restricted. For example … you can't kill people randomly, and you have to have a good reason to kill people, right? "
Britney frowned in confusion. "So what? Doesn't it mean that we're different from you? "
"You have to pay a high price to be a good person." The Mage smiled. "I'm Redding, chairman of the Magic Tower in Encart City. I'm his brother, Tobian, the current president of the Association of Mages. "
Britney was still confused. "So what? You want the Association of Mages to ban or even kill us?"
"Why would we do such an evil thing? Wouldn't that give you a reason to attack us? " Redding had a rather feminine temperament, and when he smiled, he gave off the feeling of a narrow-eyed viper. "But I can ask my brother, President Tobian, to issue an order that in the future, all Magic Towers will not provide spell model trading services to the Golden Son Mages, and in the future, all Magic Towers, as well as the subordinate organizations of the Association, will no longer provide any help or services to the Golden Sons."
Britney was immediately stunned.
Although the Association of Mages didn't have a strong presence, it was responsible for the teaching of magic skills, the sale of magic items, and magic resources.
If the Association of Mages really forbade all its affiliated organizations from providing help to the players, the Mages would be the first to be greatly affected, and the regular players would be greatly affected too.
For example, the sale of magic equipment concerned all the players.
If they found equipment that was unsuitable for them, they would have to identify it, and if they couldn't use it, they would have to sell it to the Association of Mages. The players were too scattered in the country, and the commercial players couldn't take over the business of magic equipment yet.
To sell it to the players, they had to be close to the players who needed it, or it would take a dozen days on horseback. It would be quite troublesome.
So, selling the magic equipment to the Association of Mages was the best choice.
The price was fair too.
Also, the Association of Mages had a lot of magic resources that all spellcasters needed. Mages, Warlocks, Priests, and even the Bards had to buy magic items from the Association of Mages sometimes.
Spellcasters played an important role in a team, which determined the difficulty of many dungeons. If a spellcaster's spells were limited by the magic items, all the players would be affected.
However, if the Association of Mages really banned the players … all the players would probably blame them for not handling the situation properly.
They were just a performance group of dozens of people. They couldn't bear such pressure.
Britney hesitated.
Redding chuckled. "We don't want to force you. All you have to do is perform for us first, and the civilians will come to watch you later. That's all."
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