Sensing the bone-piercing frost on his cheeks, Lobsandal was desperate.
He didn't know why the human Mage wanted to kill him, but he was certain that the guy wasn't friendly.
He even thought of committing suicide, but unfortunately, he was completely controlled. His hands and feet were held down by a blue Hand of Magic, and he couldn't move at all.
Then, he could only raise his head and look back at the human Mage who walked to him in the darkness.
He was filled with fury and fear.
How would he be treated? Would he torture him, or would he be killed?
Lobsandal had always been fond of moonlight. He suddenly felt that it was romantic to be killed on such a moonlit night.
That was the special feeling of the elves, to die next to their favorite things.
There was a kind of beauty to it.
Roland observed the guy's face. He was scared at first, relieved, and finally put on a smile of relief … Roland's first reaction was that there was something wrong with the half-elf's brain.
He sighed and asked, "Are you Lobsandal?"
"Why do you ask for my name? Just kill me if you want." Lobsandal, who had a lot of scenes, snorted. "I will never betray my people."
Roland raised his eyebrow and sighed.
It was a misunderstanding, but he couldn't help it. If he didn't hold him down, the guy would definitely run away.
There were woods on both sides of the road. It was hard to find elves in woods like fish in a deep lake, so Roland could only capture him.
But he was rather violent.
"I don't want to do anything to you." Roland squatted before him and said, "Betta introduced me to you. I need you to contact Ans for me. There's something important I need to talk to him about."
"Betta." Lobsandal looked at him in surprise. "Wait, what's your name?"
"Roland."
"You should've told me your name was Roland!" Lobsandal cried pitifully.
Roland smiled awkwardly. "You would've run away if I didn't do that. I might not be able to find you again."
"Then can you let go of me now?" Lobsandal looked at Roland angrily.
Roland shrugged in embarrassment.
Half a minute later, Lobsandal patted his clothes and said, "Both Betta and Elder Ans mentioned the name Roland. It seems that you're quite important to Elder An Si. I can pass the message on your behalf, but whether or not you can meet him is not up to me to decide. "
"Of course, thank you." Roland thought for a moment and said, "How about I treat you to a feast as an apology?"
"Sure." Lobandar's eyes lit up.
Then, Roland took Lobsandal to a hotel and ordered a lot of delicacies for him, which cost him almost one gold coin.
Lobsandal was quite satisfied. Roland talked to him now and then and elicited a lot of intelligence about the elves.
Although it was not a very important piece of information, at least Roland had a more intuitive impression of the elves.
Just before dawn, Lobsang Dahl left.
Not long after, the drow Susie came to him.
She looked rather annoyed. "You followed me."
Roland pointed at the other glass of fruit wine on the table and smiled. "It seems that Losandal came to you. Yes, I followed you."
"Do you want to die?" Sitting on Roland's opposite side, Susie glared at him ferociously. Her long eyebrows were raised like scimitars, and she was rather intimidating. "You dare to follow me in my territory."
"How could I have found Lobsang if I didn't follow you? You asked him to leave town."
It did make sense, but Susie was still unconvinced.
She was a Sword Dancer, a special hidden class that could be unlocked after she became an Agile Warrior and a Rogue.
She had decent stealth, anti-stealth, and head-on combat abilities that were as good as those of traditional Warriors.
However, she didn't expect that she, a Sword Dancer, would be followed by a Mage.
It was almost as if she had played with a saber in front of Guan Yu and won.
She was rather pissed.
"You're very rude. I need you to apologize."
"I'm sorry," said Roland casually.
Susie was so infuriated that she felt that Roland's straightforwardness was just a perfunctory gesture.
It was like an adult trying to appease a child.
However, she couldn't lash out at Roland, because she had heard from Lobsang that Roland was a very important person.
Elder Ans seemed to think highly of him.
"Okay, I'll remember that." Susie slammed the door and left.
Roland felt that both Lobsang and Susie seemed to be childish.
In the next three days, Roland stayed in the hotel as a waiter. Of course, he also spent some time reading the forum and studying magic.
Three days later, Ans came to the hotel to find him.
Roland asked the waiter to serve fruit wine and cake to Ans. He said with a smile, "It's quite surprising that such a big shot like you came in person. I thought that you would ask someone to inform me to meet you in the Elf Forest. "
Ans was as handsome as ever, but there seemed to be more exhaustion on his face.
"I don't dare to let a lawless Golden Son into my home." He sipped the fruit wine and observed Roland for a moment. "Besides, you've grown so fast that I dare not let you into the forest. I remember that more than a year ago, you were barely an elite, but now, you're already on the path to the master level. Are all the Golden Sons like you? "
"I'm just lucky." Roland finished his fruit wine and poured himself another cup. He continued, "I'm here to ask you for a favor."
"Go ahead." Ans smiled. "I hope it's not an outrageous request."
"I want the sap of the World Tree. One drop will be enough."
Crack!
Ans simply crushed the silver cup in his hand into a ball of twisted metal. The fruit wine splashed everywhere and naturally sprayed at Ans and Lauren.
However, they were all blocked by the Magic Shields on the two.
Ans stared at Roland with overwhelming killing intent. "Do you know what you've said?"
"I do." Roland nodded.
"Do you know how important the Mother Tree is to us?"
I do. Roland nodded again.
"Then how dare you make such a request?" Ans smashed the deformed cup at Roland's face, but it was blocked by Roland's magic shield. "Do you want to die?"
"Of course not." Roland shook his head and said, "But I don't want much. Just one drop."
Ans rose and was about to leave.
Roland shouted, "I'm not asking for nothing. I can help you do something that you're unwilling to do, but you can't ask me to do evil things."
"I will never hurt my mother. I will never hurt my own family."
Roland slightly widened his eyes and asked back, "Really? Then why did your teacher, the green Druid, die? "
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