The guards didn't know how to get the credentials either.
That would be a bit tricky. Generally speaking, the people who worked in an organization would at least know some basic rules or functions of the organization. However, even the guards here did not know, which meant that the organization did a good job of keeping secrets, or that the mentality of a small clique was prevalent.
Roland believed that it was probably the latter.
Therefore, his top priority was to collect intelligence. At the very least, he had to figure out how to join the Association of Mages and what kind of aptitudes and tests he had to pass.
After he left the square of the magic tower, Roland found the Lamb Girl Hotel first. After entering, he quickly came out again. At the same time, he cursed in his heart. Beta, that kid, actually found such a place.
Although it was also a hotel business, its real selling point was the prostitutes. A lot of curvy, scantily dressed women were waiting for customers in the lobby. No wonder it was called Lamb Girl!
However, Roland still booked a room inside. After all, Betta said that they would meet here, and the two of them wouldn't be able to whisper to each other like in other games, so this was the best they could do for the time being. He could only hope that after they met, they would set a new meeting place, or at least find a more proper place.
Walking on the street, Roland tried to ask where he could get intelligence, only to find that the people on the street all avoided him when they saw him. At first, he thought that it was because he was a stranger, but then he realized that it wasn't.
This city had a large population, and there were even more people on the street than before. It was impossible for every one of the million people to be familiar.
In that case, the problem lay with him.
Disguise!
The magic robe that Falken gave him wasn't of a high quality, but even an ordinary person could tell something from the flowing magic elements on the white cloth.
Well … He found a tailor's shop on the street. The boss was shocked to see a Mage walk in. He didn't dare to say anything at first.
But then, he realized that Roland spoke peacefully and was gradually reassured.
After measuring Roland's height and measurements, he prepared a set of clothes for ordinary people according to Roland's requirements.
Then, Roland stored the magic robe in his system Backpack and asked the boss where he could get intelligence.
The boss told him that it was a tavern named Gray Sand.
After he arrived, Roland finally realized why it was the easiest place to get intelligence.
It was a large tavern. Just the first floor of the tavern, which was used for drinking, was estimated to be close to two thousand square meters.
More than ten gigantic rock pillars supported the second floor, which was about the same size.
There were many people inside, and they were all crowded together.
Roland didn't attract much attention when he came in.
Firstly, he was not using magic, and secondly, he was not wearing a conspicuous magic robe. No matter how he looked at them, they looked like ordinary people.
It was very noisy inside. The drunkards were chatting loudly, laughing, and even cursing each other.
There were also many waitresses who accompanied the drunkards. They wore revealing clothes and accompanied them, showing off their charm.
The air was filled with the scent of hormones and a burnt smell.
Roland found a place where no one was around and sat down. As soon as his butt touched the chair, a woman with a face full of freckles, who reeked of alcohol, leaned over.
She dragged the chair and was about to stick to Roland, when she felt a chill all over her body. She looked down, only to find that the chair she was dragging was stuck to a layer of white frost at some point.
Moreover, the frost seemed to gradually spread to her feet.
She immediately sobered up and turned around, intending to leave. No ordinary person wanted to have anything to do with a spellcaster.
Roland said, "Please help me invite someone who can speak in this tavern. I have something that I need his help with."
Although the tavern was very noisy, Roland's voice could be heard clearly by the woman.
The woman was actually quite good-looking. Roland didn't appreciate freckles, but many people found them very cute.
The woman nodded quickly and slowly stepped back. After she was some distance away, she turned around and left quickly.
Very soon, a man with a mustache came over.
He had a square hairstyle and was wearing a set of black clothes. The material looked pretty good. He sat down in front of Roland and asked softly, "Mr. Spellcaster, are you looking for me?"
Roland nodded.
"I'm the second boss of this tavern. It seems that you want some information, sir?" The man looked at Roland up and down and said slowly, "You can call me Gru."
"Mr. Gru, hello." Roland nodded again as a greeting. Looking at the noisy environment, he said with a smile, "I'm Roland, a Golden Son."
It was a game setting that players were Golden Sons. Falken knew it, and many people in this city must've known it, too.
"A Golden Son?" After a brief shock, Gru's eyes widened. "The Golden Sons who can be resurrected?"
Roland nodded.
Gru immediately felt that his blood was freezing.
It wasn't scary that an enemy was strong, but they could be resurrected. However, being able to resurrect was too terrifying. No matter how many weaknesses they had, they would disappear after dying a few more times.
"Where did you hear about us?" asked Roland.
Gru's expression instantly became grave as he said, "A month ago, there were two Golden Sons in our city. Later, they had a grudge with a certain noble. Although the two Golden Sons died many times and were greatly weakened, they also successfully killed most of the noble's private soldiers."
So strong … The two players were too reckless to have a conflict with a noble the moment they arrived.
Roland grew curious. "What about now?"
"The noble can't fight an unkillable enemy head-on, so he left with his family and the remaining private soldiers, intending to return to the capital. But the two Golden Sons chased after them. " Gru said helplessly, "The two Golden Sons are very persistent in their revenge. They ignored anybody who communicated with them or threatened them. They said that they wouldn't stop until they killed the noble."
After Roland heard this, he was a little surprised. These two players actually killed a lot of people.
How could they be so ruthless? Those NPCs were no different from real people. Wouldn't it feel like they were really killing people if they were killed?
Wouldn't it be uncomfortable?
Thinking for a moment, Roland shook his head and put the problem aside. He said to Gru, "I'm here to ask you if you know how to join the Association of Mages."
Gru observed Roland in surprise for a moment and said, "Of course. Normal people need a certificate, but I don't think you need one, sir. "
"Why?" Roland asked in surprise. "But I was stopped by the guards."
"If you can use magic, you can go to Mr. Aldo, the branch chairman of the Association of Mages. He can give you a certificate."
"That simple?" Roland was slightly surprised.
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