The people of the Black Sand Gang desperately went to inform the other so-called celebrities.
This was Roland's new order to the Black Sand Gang after a year. Naturally, Gru would seize this opportunity.
The whole city became "lively," and many celebrities who were invited readily agreed. After the messenger left, they immediately went out to inform their familiar friends and see what Roland meant by this somewhat hostile invitation.
After all, as soon as Roland returned, he went to kill a member of Silver Wings outside the city. Although the latter was quickly resurrected, the meaning of this was quite obvious.
The infighting among the Golden Sons ended with Roland's victory.
The nobles who were on the right side were naturally overjoyed, and those who weren't were now worried.
The more neutral parties, on the other hand, were full of doubts. They didn't know what Roland was going to do next, because Roland had invited a lot of people this time, and it was obvious that he was going to change some rules.
The whole city seemed to be caught in doubt.
In the evening, it rained cats and dogs. Raindrops the size of soybeans hit the ground crazily, and very soon, the low-lying places on the streets became puddles.
At such a time, nobody wanted to go out again.
But Roland had said so when he sent the people of the Black Sand Gang.
Rain or shine.
Really rain or shine? Why?
Roland said that he was going to hold a banquet in the square in front of the Magic Tower. After all, the Magic Tower couldn't really accommodate so many people.
If it was really held in the square, in this heavy rain, how long could they protect themselves even with rain gear?
After being soaked, they might get seriously ill.
Maybe Roland was trying to prank them in this way.
Some people were unconvinced and upset. Looking at the curtain of rain outside, they sneered and retreated home, pretending that they didn't know anything.
But some people sighed, asked the servants to prepare rain gear and carriages, and set off in the direction of the Magic Tower.
Old Conan Doyle was one of them. He looked at the curtain of rain outside and sighed helplessly.
His old wife said next to him, "Mage Roland is making things difficult for people. He invited you to attend the banquet in this weather, and he said rain or shine. It's obvious that he wants you to suffer."
"I know. But there's nothing I can do. I stood on the wrong side before. Now that he's back and sent a deadly banquet invitation, if I don't go, he might destroy my family. "
The old wife said in a panic, "How dare he!"
"Why not? Because he's a magician. " Old Conan Doyle said painfully, "He even dared to capture and enjoy the queen, and the royal family didn't say anything. What right do we have to resist him? We're old, it doesn't matter if we die, but our children still have a future. "
The old woman's eyes reddened and she began to cry.
In her opinion, her husband's trip to Roland's banquet was most likely a disaster.
"Don't cry. It might not be that bad," Old Conan Doyle said weakly. He then looked at the butler and said, "Let's go."
Then, the butler opened an umbrella for Old Conan Doyle and escorted him to the carriage outside the manor.
It was raining heavily, making the roof of the carriage rustle.
Old Conan Doyle closed his eyes, his body swaying slightly with the shaking of the carriage.
His mind was now calm. For an old man who was completely prepared to die, there was nothing that could shake his heart.
After a long time, the carriage stopped, and the butler's voice came from the front. "Master, we're here … But something is wrong."
"That's right." Old Conan Doyle bent his back and walked to the front door of the carriage. "Roland said that everything is fine, but it's raining heavily right now. As a magician, it's not strange that he knows that it's raining heavily. It's even possible that he made it happen, just to give us a profound …"
Then, Old Conan Doyle's face froze too.
There was nothing but light before his eyes. Enormous light.
Thick clouds and a curtain of rain had enshrouded the whole city in darkness.
But what did he see?
It was an enormous building that looked like a temple, supported by a roof and dozens of rock pillars. There were no walls, and there were entrances on all sides.
The structure looked very simple, but the shocking thing about this temple was that it was very, very large.
It was at least twenty-five meters tall, and it covered an unbelievably large area. It would take at least eight seconds to look from left to right.
Illumination balls that emitted strong light were floating below the roof.
It was brighter than daytime.
Isn't this the square of the Magic Tower?
Old Conan Doyle subconsciously looked at the back of the enormous pavilion, where the tall Magic Tower stood.
Since when was there such an enormous building here? He was sure that it didn't exist half a day ago.
Is this the power of a powerful magician?
He's showing off.
Old Conan Doyle jumped down from the carriage and walked into the huge building with his raincoat on.
It was already shocking enough when he looked at it from the outside, but when he walked in, he realized that he had underestimated the building.
A human being in it was pitifully small, like a mouse in a garden.
Putting away his rain gear, Old Conan Doyle saw a lot of acquaintances. He wasn't the first one to arrive.
He looked around and found a few people that he was familiar with, before he walked to them.
Before he reached them, a lackey of the Black Sand Gang came to him with a booklet and said respectfully, "Sir, please sign here. Mr. Roland would like to count the number of guests tonight."
He immediately wrote his name on the booklet.
At this moment, Old Conan Doyle already had a feeling that the party tonight might not be a disaster. The enormous building and the signature were proof.
If Roland really wanted to kill them, he wouldn't have to go through so much trouble.
Hardly had he signed the booklet when two of his acquaintances approached him. One of them said in a low voice, "Old Doyle, do you have any inside information? Why did Mr. Roland call us here? "
Old Conan Doyle shook his head.
Then, they gathered and began to speculate.
A lot of other people were gathered in groups of twos and threes. They were probably talking about similar topics.
As time went by, almost all the people who were willing to attend the party had arrived.
Although there were more than a hundred people, they were rather insignificant compared to the enormous building.
When the party was about to begin, a lot of people from the Black Sand Gang served food and drinks as temporary attendants.
They were placed on the stone tables at the very front.
There were a lot of stone tables and chairs in the building. They looked rather crude, but nobody dared to despise them.
The back of the building was connected to the Magic Tower.
Then, the people of the Magic Tower showed up.
Roland walked in the front, followed by Vincent and the queen, followed by Vivian and Jerry, and the rest of the magic apprentices were at the very end.
Seeing that their master came out, the hundred or so guests hurried to greet him.
Standing on a high platform, Roland looked around and said with a smile, "I'm very disappointed. I thought that a lot of people would come, and I was afraid that they wouldn't be able to fit all of them, so I temporarily built such a huge building with magic. However, I didn't expect that only a few people would come."
The guests all felt a chill on their backs.
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