The players didn't need to sleep in the game. The change of day and night was just a change of environment for them. Although it was one or two in the morning, the two of them weren't sleepy at all. They walked to the front of Delpon along the road.
They didn't know how big Delpon was until they got closer.
The city wall made of large rocks was at the center of their vision. There seemed to be no end to it.
Every ten meters on the city wall, there would be a torch burning. Although it was not as bright as Roland's Light Ball, it looked like a fire dragon that connected to the east and the west. It was also shocking.
There was still a group of soldiers waiting on the city wall. Most of their eyes were on Roland and Betta.
At the end of the road was the city gate. Many people had set up bonfires on both sides of the road. They were divided into several small groups and wary of each other. Nobody was talking except for the occasional whisper.
Roland and Betta's arrival attracted everybody's attention. After all, they were surrounded by four magic balls of light that were as bright as the searchlights of a modern football stadium. As they approached, the city gate was as bright as day. They even felt that it was dazzling.
The soldiers on the city wall gradually became nervous too. Spellcasters were always synonymous with 'power' and 'mystery' at all times.
When Roland and Betta looked over, those people immediately looked away.
A spellcaster and a young noble.
They couldn't afford to mess with such a combination.
They found an empty space and sat down. There was still a long time before dawn. Most cities had the habit of having curfews, and this city shouldn't be an exception. After they sat down, it was Roland and Betta's turn to observe the people around them.
A dozen wagons were divided into several groups that belonged to different groups. Although the wagons were covered with oil and it was impossible to see what was inside, they were definitely goods.
Most of the people around them were dirty and weather-beaten, and most of them were men. Only a woman was next to a bonfire furthest to their left. The woman was tall and muscular, with a long axe next to her. Nobody would've mistaken her for a woman if it weren't for the two bulges on her chest.
Several caravans, merchants, and guards?
Roland came to this conclusion after observing for a while.
None of them spoke again, allowing Betta and Roland to size them up.
The original whispers had already disappeared, leaving only the howling of the night wind and the crackling of the bonfire.
At this moment, the two of them did not speak, nor did they make any movements, but there was a faint feeling that they were suppressing the entire audience.
After watching for a while, Betta was slightly bored, so he took out the firewood and snake meat that he picked up on the way from his Backpack. After arranging the firewood, he spat out a mouthful of Dragon Flame and set them on fire.
He took out a long sword to scale the snake, skewered it with a wooden stick, and roasted it over the fire.
Roland was speechless as he watched Betta skillfully roasting the meat.
So the reason why you were reluctant to use the number of times you could spit out dragon flames in battle was because you wanted to use it to roast meat.
At this time, whispers came from the side, and they seemed to be getting louder and louder. Roland turned his head and looked in the direction of the sound, and the voices immediately stopped. It was as if someone had turned off the main power of a noisy TV sales desk in a shopping mall.
Roland's eyes slowly swept across the crowd and finally returned to the rotating roast meat.
Many sighs of relief could be heard.
Just now, Roland heard some words that went something like this.
"Oh my god, spatial equipment."
"Where did this noble young master come from?"
"It's too wasteful to use spatial equipment to store things like roast meat!"
After Roland glanced at them, they immediately fell silent.
Not showing off one's wealth … Would it be inviting trouble to oneself? While he was so worried, Roland suddenly remembered something.
We're players. We can't die. Besides, the Backpack was given by the game system, and it couldn't be dropped even if we died. If we were killed, we could simply kill the assailant for revenge after we resurrected. It's so simple. Why should I think so much?
After thinking it through, Roland didn't bother to care about their opinions anymore. He began to observe the environment around him.
The terrain here was flat, and there seemed to be a river behind the city. Through the Nightgrave, he could see a bright belt of light extending to the distance.
Such a big city could only be built in a place with abundant water.
Very soon, Betta roasted two skewers of snake meat and sprinkled some salt on them.
He gave them to Roland.
It had to be said that Betta was quite good at roasting meat. The snake meat was crispy and delicious after he roasted it.
However, it wasn't as tasty as the leg of the giant spider.
It wasn't as smooth.
After eating the roast meat and filling his stomach, Betta began to practice basic swordsmanship.
He wasn't very smart, but he was a straight-A student because of his diligence. According to Betta, although the results weren't out yet, it wouldn't be a problem for him to be admitted to a top-tier university.
Diligence was his habit. As for practicing basic swordsmanship in front of other people, would it be embarrassing?
Of course not! He had participated in too many recitation contests in his elementary school, middle school, and high school.
In Betta's eyes, it was rather shameful to recite some essays with exaggerated expressions on the podium in front of hundreds of spectators in a recitation contest.
He could stay calm even under such circumstances, not to mention that he was only practicing swordsmanship in front of dozens of people.
Roland, on the other hand, began to practice Language Proficiency.
Magic waves spread out from his body, failed, and were released again. Then, everybody watched in silence as Roland held his head and gasped to relieve the pain. When he was in Red Mountain Town, he didn't care much about other people's opinions and simply focused on his magic.
Under normal circumstances, a Mage would've passed out after failing so many times.
But Roland was as vigorous as ever. After a moment of rest, he began to practice magic again.
The merchants and guards were amused to see that Betta and Roland were still exercising in the middle of the night.
Who are you guys putting on an act for?
But four hours later, there was nothing but admiration in their eyes.
They didn't know much, but they knew that those who worked hard were always better than those who didn't work hard.
It was already dawn. The guards on the city wall put out the torches and opened the gate.
Everybody stood up. Roland and Betta stopped practicing, too.
They had planned to wait for the merchants to go in first. After all, they were first come, first served.
But to their surprise, the merchants and guards didn't move. They simply looked at Roland and Betta eagerly.
"Are they asking us to go in first?" Betta was slightly surprised.
"They must've been scared by your noble identity," Roland turned around and said. "It seems that class is very important in this game world. They are all civilians and dare not walk in front of you."
Betta looked at the silent people and felt uncomfortable. He said, "It feels weird."
"Let's go, Young Master." Roland smiled and said, "If you don't go, you will waste more of their time."
Fine! Betta sighed and walked into the gate first.
Roland followed him closely.
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