She was so angry, trembling, and cold!
She was so close to becoming a queen, but a test left her in such dire straits.
She was living under someone else's roof.
And she was being underestimated.
When would she truly have her own forces, truly stand up, and be able to confront other forces head-on and not be afraid of them?
With this unwillingness, Stephanie looked at Roland a little angrily, but had nothing to say.
Because what he said was the truth.
It was just that she was so upset that Roland targeted her so much while being so nice to Andonara.
Would it kill him to say something nice to her?
Not gentlemanly at all.
Roland ignored her, finished his breakfast, and then said, "I'm leaving, Andonara, you stay here and protect the First Princess."
"Okay." Andonara nodded, then said faintly, "Come back soon, don't come back only once a month or two like before."
Roland agreed and even walked over to give Andonara a gentle hug, saying, "Don't worry, as long as I'm free, I'll use Teleportation to come back to see you, okay?"
Andonara, who got Roland's reply, was overjoyed, like a little girl who had received a birthday present.
Stephanie felt that she had suffered an inexplicable mental blow.
Her mouth tasted bitter, as if someone had stuffed a handful of something in it.
Then Roland left, and Andonara smiled at Stephanie and said, "I'll take you to meet some new friends later for afternoon tea. Don't say that you're the First Princess, it won't be good if you scare my friends."
Afternoon tea!
Although she was quite worried about the situation in Fareins, hearing that she could have afternoon tea with new friends, Stephanie couldn't help but feel a little expectant.
But then she immediately realized that something was wrong.
She was clearly worried about the situation in Fareins, and taking advantage of this safe time, she was planning what to do when she returned to Fareins, how to develop her forces, how to deal with the conundrum given by her father, what the first new policy should be after becoming queen, and so on.
She should be thinking about these questions.
Why was her mind full of expectations for afternoon tea with others now?
When did she become like this?
Just these few days?
Something didn't seem right.
Stephanie was lost in thought.
Why did she change like this?
Another question emerged.
At this time, Beatrice, who was still in a daze, was led downstairs by a maid.
She looked at Stephanie and Andonara, and her confusion finally turned into delight.
"Great, the First Princess and Ms. Andonara are both here." Beatrice almost burst into tears. "I thought I was taken home by some noble as a slave."
Beatrice's physique was weak, so she had been unconscious until now.
Andonara invited her to sit down and asked the maid to serve breakfast. Then she said, "This is Roland's manor. You will live here until you find another man. Of course, you can find men outside, but you are not allowed to bring men back to the manor. Do you understand? "
Beatrice, who was about to eat breakfast, said, "Ms. Andonara, I'm already Master Roland's woman. I won't betray him."
Andonara frowned. She didn't know what to do with this woman.
When Roland left just now, he didn't mention the woman's identity.
However, according to Andonara's understanding of Roland, this woman was definitely not Roland's lover.
He would treat her as a more distinguished guest for the time being.
"We'll talk about this later." Andonara smiled and said, "We'll go find a few friends to have afternoon tea later. You should join us."
Beatrice knew that Andonara was Roland's woman, and as his lover, it was necessary for her to have a good relationship with her mistress. She immediately responded, "Okay, Ms. Andonara."
On the other side, Roland teleported to the capital of Fareins and then came to the entrance of the Moonlight Tavern.
Before he entered, he heard a voice coming from behind. "Mr. Roland, you seem to have stood us up."
Roland looked back and saw a dwarf with a big red beard standing less than two meters away from him.
At this position, and the other party was a Thief, if he didn't make a sound and directly attacked, he would probably be on his knees.
Players didn't fear death in the game.
But what if he wasn't a player and couldn't be resurrected?
It seemed that when he was out, he had to keep his Magic Shield half-activated at all times.
These thoughts turned in Roland's mind, and then he said, "Sorry, I didn't mean to deliberately stand you up. Last night, the First Princess was attacked, and we spent a lot of time moving her to a safe place. So … after it was over, I hurried over. "
In fact, last night, Roland had been playing hide-and-seek with Vivian.
He had so much fun that he forgot about it, and didn't remember it until breakfast in the morning.
Then the first thing he did when he arrived in the capital was to find someone and apologize.
"If you say so." The dwarf Wilmot waved his short, fat hand as he roared at the top of his voice, "The most important thing is, how are you going to compensate me for my feelings? Do you know how much I looked forward to drinking all night last night, but after waiting all night, only the night wind was my companion. Sir, you've deceived my beautiful and pure feelings. "
Are all dwarves so pompous?
Roland thought for a moment and said, "Why don't we start drinking now, call your brothers, and we'll drink all day."
"Really?" Wilmot tapped on the spot again. "But it'll burn a lot of money."
Roland smiled and said, "We Mages are all quite rich."
"Okay, then you get a private room in the tavern first, and I'll go call all my brothers."
Roland nodded.
He turned around and immediately booked the entire Moonlight Tavern, spending ten gold coins, and the drinks were included separately.
Soon, the dwarf Wilmot came over with a group of people.
Roland counted thirty-one people.
This group was very mixed, with men and women, young and old, and all of them looked very distinctive.
For example, an old woman with severe toothache, but when she ate, she looked like the reincarnation of a hungry ghost.
A bald, fierce man with only one eye.
A hunchbacked old man who walked with a cane but walked as fast as he could.
A pretty young woman with a gold ring in her nostril.
Wait!
Except for Wilmot, the red-bearded dwarf, Roland really couldn't see his level.
But in fact, Roland could see people's levels.
They were generally between levels five and twelve.
In other words, there were no particularly weak people here.
This group of people was quite polite, and each time they entered the tavern, under Wilmot's introduction, they took the initiative to tell Roland about their identity and abilities.
None of them hid anything.
Then the revelry began, and the group mingled together, competing in drinking, eating, and drinking.
It was just that every time they drank, one person would leave.
Roland didn't stop them.
By noon, Roland and the dwarf were the only ones left in the tavern.
"You're a good person, much better than the First Princess. You're generous, willing to spend money on us subordinates, and you don't have the look in your eyes that the First Princess looks at people like they're inferior insects. " The red-bearded man held a large wooden cup and drank slowly. "All of us hidden pawns approve of you."
"If they approve of me, why did they leave one by one?" Roland was a little puzzled.
Wilmot laughed and said, "They all went to find out. Whether we approve of someone or not doesn't need to be said, just done. "
"Actually, I'm a little curious. I can see that you're all pretty capable. Since you don't like the First Princess very much, why are you willing to be taken in by her?"
This question seemed a little sharp for the dwarf, and then after a while, he said, "Because the First Princess is one of the better of all the nobles."
Roland understood.
When all the options were lousy, you had to choose the one that didn't look so lousy.
"Each of us is a wanted criminal. It was the First Princess who valued our abilities and took away the bounty on us." The dwarf smiled. "Since you know the First Princess, you'll find out about these things sooner or later. The First Princess actually knows that we're not that loyal to her, so we're just hidden pawns that haven't been used once since the establishment. "
Roland grunted. "She doesn't trust you."
The dwarf laughed, "Isn't that normal? Who would believe us when they're high and mighty?"
Roland didn't respond because he didn't fully trust these people either.
This was a matter of course. Who would be stupid enough to trust a group of people they'd only known for less than half a day?
At this time, the dwarf was no longer as boisterous as before. He sat next to Roland and said lightly, "You're a Golden Son and the focus of the Red Magic Tower. According to our judgment, your future status may be much higher than the First Princess'. Even the future Great Elder of the Red Magic Tower may be you. "
Roland waved his hand. "Your intelligence is quite impressive. You've actually investigated me so quickly. The Red Magic Tower did invest some resources in me, but not as much as you make it out to be. "
"We hyenas at the bottom are the most sensitive to the atmosphere of the city," the dwarf said. "When we investigated you, we found that all the forces in this capital had their teeth in their mouths. At first we thought that the enemy you wanted us to investigate was too strong, but then we found that it wasn't the case at all. It was those forces who didn't want to move at all. This simply refreshed our worldview. "
This group of people was quite impressive, really impressive.
Both in terms of ability and the big picture, they were all good.
It was a pity that the First Princess recruited these people but didn't use them.
"Don't worry, since all the forces don't want to move, then in this case, those who move are very suspicious. I estimate that in less than a day, we can find some clues for you. "
Just as the dwarf said this, an old hunchback came in from outside the tavern.
Roland had even toasted him before.
As soon as the old hunchback came in, he walked straight up to Roland and said, "Sir, I've heard a very interesting clue. The third manor of the Pine Needle family in the northern suburbs has been buying twice as much meat and flour as before for more than twenty days in a row. And that manor seems to have a new batch of maids. The previous batch of maids are gone. "
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