That made veins bulge on Ans' forehead. He even wanted to kill Roland.
But in the end, he resisted the urge and sat back down. Once again, he looked at Roland seriously.
He wondered if Roland wanted to threaten him to do something for him, or … In the eyes of politicians, most people's behavior had special intentions.
What did Roland want to do by threatening him?
But after he observed Roland, he found the air of his own kind in Roland. He was slightly shocked. "Wait, you're an elf? Aren't you a Golden Son? "
"I'm a Golden Son, yes. As for the elven bloodline, I don't know why."
Roland didn't want to tell him about the hybrid specialty.
After all, it was probably a specialty that only players could choose. It was hard to explain.
"Maybe your ancestor married one of us," Ans said casually.
He thought that the Golden Sons could come to this world, which meant that they could go to the Golden Sons. For tens of thousands of years, the Elven slave trade had never stopped. Occasionally, an Elven woman would be sold to another plane, so it wasn't too strange.
Sensing the air of his own kind in Roland, Ans looked much more relaxed.
"Then, what do you want the blood of the Mother Tree for?" Ans looked at Roland in the eyes, trying to see if he was lying. "I want to hear the truth."
"Destruction Druid and Arcane Windrunner." Roland paused for a moment. Seeing that Ans didn't react much, he continued, "I want to change into one of the two classes."
Ans was calm. "It seems that you know those two classes. No wonder you want the blood of the Mother Tree."
Roland nodded with a smile. "I don't think it's difficult for an elder of the elves like you to get the sap of the World Tree."
"But why should I help you? Just because you're one of us? However, if you're willing to come back and swear under the Mother Tree that you'll stay in the forest forever, I can help you. "
Roland sipped the juice. He was considering.
At this moment, a new interface popped up in his system window.
"Elven Ans is inviting you to join the elves:"
"Accepted!"
"Declined!"
Lauren thought for a moment, shook his head, and said to Ans, "Sorry, I still think of myself as a human being."
The system interface flickered and disappeared.
Ans looked disappointed.
If there was a talented elf who wouldn't die, then there would be a candidate who could solve many of the troublesome matters in the elf race.
He could do things that were quite dangerous or even very likely to cost his life.
Then, it could be used as a deterrent to the outside world.
Ans knew very well that the elves were getting weaker and weaker. If it weren't for the Mother Tree's protection, the elves would've been wiped out by humans a long time ago.
It was also one of his wishes to find a powerful force for the clan.
It was a pity that the Golden Son with elven blood was unwilling to join … But Ans wasn't discouraged. He knew very well that a temporary opinion didn't mean a lifelong one.
Now that he had pulled the strings, there would always be a chance to persuade him again.
"Alright, since you don't want to come back, let's talk business." Ans pondered for a moment and said, "The blood of the Mother Tree is very precious. It's not that I can't get it, but it'll cost me a lot. So … what can you offer me? "
"We, the Golden Sons, have nothing but combat power. Besides, I don't think the elves are interested in things like money. " Roland thought for a moment and said, "So, I can only promise you that I can help you if you're in trouble and it's inconvenient for you to take action. But that's on the premise that it can't be evil. "
The misery of the black leaf players was right before his eyes. Roland didn't want to end up like them.
Ans pondered for a moment and said, "Okay, you'll stay here for three days. If I don't come to you in three days, you'll leave on your own."
"So, you agree?" Roland was slightly surprised. He didn't expect Ans to be so easy to talk to.
Ans stood up and chuckled. Then, he left the hotel.
Walking in Ill, Ans was quite comforted by the liveliness here.
More than a hundred years ago, Ill Town did not exist. It was only because of his efforts that Ill Town was built.
The town solved a lot of problems for the elves, such as salt and iron, as well as intelligence.
Also, as a buffer between the elves and the outside world, many half-elves would reach out to the elves through Ill and return to the elves who were almost isolated.
It meant that his political ideology was right, and his teacher was wrong.
Simply protecting his own people and stabbing all the other species that came close like a hedgehog was a way to get himself killed.
Even so, indirectly killing his teacher was still a scar in his heart that couldn't be healed.
Watching the elves and human beings living in harmony in the town, Ans smiled in satisfaction and left.
Roland, on the other hand, continued his magic studies in the hotel. Three days wasn't a long time.
However, he did not expect to run into some trouble on the second day.
Some nobles began to pick a fight with him.
They either challenged him to a duel or tried to humiliate him. For example, they offered Roland ten gold coins and asked him to perform a striptease.
If Roland were poor when he first entered the game, he might've considered it.
However, he had hundreds of gold coins in his system Backpack. Was he short of money?
Immediately, a magic whirlwind swept the little noble out of the inn, causing him to fall on his face like a starving dog.
At the same time, he also knew why there were so many small troubles looking for him.
As it turned out, Susie was not happy that she was being followed, so she declared that she would sleep with anyone who humiliated Roland for a night.
She thought that Roland wouldn't dare to fall out with so many nobles no matter how strong he was.
Her connections were her advantage. Since she wasn't strong enough, she could strike Roland with her connections.
Roland was lost for words. Then, he slapped the table and rose to his feet. He went to Susie's manor and used Teleportation, Ice Ring, and Hypnosis, but they didn't work.
He simply pressed Susie down with Hand of Magic and tied her up, hanging her on a tree outside of Susie's manor.
He simply sat under the tree and read a book, beating whoever dared to come to her rescue.
For a moment, all the youngsters in Ill Town were crying for their parents because of the fight.
The elven sheriff came. Looking at Susie, who was actually punished but not in danger, he shrugged and smiled at Roland, before he left.
Su Qian was hung there for three days without food or water.
The vitality of professionals was very strong, but even so, Susie almost lost half of her life.
At first, she cursed Roland and struggled like a fish on the shore, but she was already begging for mercy at this moment.
Then, on the evening of the third day, Ans came.
He found Roland, looked at the drow hanging weakly from a branch, and smiled at Roland. "So you like this kind of play. The women in our race are very gentle, and as long as you return to the race and find a partner, this kind of play is a piece of cake."
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