"What should a qualified spellcaster do?"
This wasn't to say that Roland was going to do as the other party said; he was just curious about how a qualified spellcaster in this game world should behave.
John laughed heartily. "A qualified spellcaster, of course, establishes his own connections and forces. And this is inseparable from the support of us nobles. "
"Can you explain in detail?" Roland made an inviting gesture. "You also know that we Golden Sons come from another plane, and our customs are very different from yours."
"The nobles and the official Mages have an inexplicable relationship." John leaned back slightly and said, "The official Mages can't do without the support of the nobles, and the nobles need the help of the official Mages, just like the relationship between fish and water."
"Who's the fish and who's the water?" Roland asked back with a smile.
John froze for a moment and shrugged helplessly. "Is it necessary to distinguish so clearly?"
"Of course it is."
There was a moment of silence in the room. Finally, John stood up and said with a bitter smile, "Mr. Roland, you seem to have some opinions about me?"
"Or rather, I have opinions about all the nobles in this city!" Roland chuckled. "It's just a group issue that has nothing to do with you."
"It's easy to narrow your path if you're so tough."
Roland chuckled and said, "It doesn't matter. At worst, I can continue to study magic in another city. In this world, the number of nobles definitely doesn't exceed five percent. "
John's expression was rather subtle. "Are all the Golden Sons so tough?"
"No, in fact, most of us are quite good-natured." Roland's eyes seemed to reflect an inexplicable brilliance. "It's just that there are some things that can't be tolerated, but we can't find a chance to vent."
At this point, there was no longer any need to continue.
John was still very gentlemanly, and he even said a few words of social etiquette patiently before leaving the Magic Tower.
Not long after, Vivian knocked on the door and walked in.
The girl looked somewhat worried. She stood in front of Roland and said, "John is the mayor's son. Branch Chairman, will you be in any danger if you offend him?"
"Don't worry, if the interests of the Magic Tower are affected, I'll take the initiative to leave," Roland said casually.
Vivian panicked. She waved her hands and said, "That's not what I meant. I'm just worried about you!"
"I know," Roland replied softly, and there was no sign of anger or impatience on his face.
Vivian looked at him seriously, and only after making sure that he was really not angry did she relax.
Then, she asked curiously, "Branch Chairman, why don't you like Mr. John? He's a rare good person among the nobles, and he's also very nice to the commoners! "
"Very good?" Roland asked in an indifferent tone, "How good?"
"They won't bully civilians. Occasionally, when they see civilians in trouble, they'll lend a hand. It's quite rare."
Hehe!
Roland chuckled, his lips curling into a mocking smile. "He's the mayor's son, which means that this city will be his in the future, right?"
Vivian nodded.
"According to the ideology of the Golden Sons, even in such a feudal era, the county magistrate of this city is responsible for the safety of the people." Roland sighed and said, "But he doesn't care when there are nobles in the city who brutalize and devour his people. He doesn't care when there are villains outside the city who specifically target young girls. He doesn't care when there are tens of thousands of beggars in the city. He doesn't even care when the infrastructure of the city and even the appearance of the city are a mess. He doesn't do anything but smile amiably all day and occasionally do so-called small acts of kindness. Does such a noble deserve my attention? Even I'm much more friendly to other nobles than he is. "
"Oh … Branch Chairman, you're quite strict."
Roland sighed. "It's not strict, but it's the ideology that most Golden Sons have. They don't even protect their own people and only care about collecting taxes. If it were on our side … Hehe! "
Vivian's heart was pounding. She felt that Roland, who was mocking and even cursing her righteously, was extremely attractive.
Then, she blushed and left the room. She did not dare to stay any longer.
He continued deducing Language Proficiency in the Magic Tower. Then, another productive day passed. He crawled out of the virtual game cabin and read other players' game guides and information on the forum. Then, he had breakfast and rode a public bike to the gate.
It was still early, probably a little after seven.
Under the iron shed, there were already four students practicing their swordsmanship routines.
The moment Roland reached the gate, Qi Shaoqiu came to him.
"It seems that you're here to learn saber tricks, or you wouldn't have come at this time." Qi Shaoqiu took out another cigarette and lit it. He took a puff, held it in his mouth for a while, and then blew it out. "I still stand by what I said. The tuition fee is thirty thousand yuan.
Roland quite liked the guy's straightforwardness. "I have a question too. Your surname is' Qi. 'What's your relationship with General Qi? Are you a descendant?"
"Of course not. According to our family tree, we're just General Qi's bodyguards, and he only gave us the surname of Qi. "Qi Shaoqiu scratched his head in annoyance." I guess you don't want to learn after hearing that. I could've lied to you and said that we're descendants of the Qi family, but since our ancestors never lied, we can't do that. "
Roland chuckled. "No, I want to learn it even more. If you say that you're a descendant of General Qi, I'll turn around and leave immediately. "
Qi Shaoqiu narrowed his eyes at him. "You're quite a strange man. Come on in. "
Roland heard the voice in the yard and followed Qi Shaoqiu to a red brick house next to the shed.
The house wasn't painted, but the windows were installed. He could see that a girl was busy inside.
When he got closer, he smelled a rather pleasant smell of food. Roland sniffed it.
Well, it was the smell of cooking noodles, mixed with the fragrance of herbs.
Although Roland had already had breakfast, he felt hungry after smelling the fragrance.
"Sister, a student is signing up." Qi Shaoqiu opened the door and shouted, "Collect the money with your phone."
Roland followed him in. Then, he discovered that there was a big black pot on the stove in front of the girl.
The noodles were boiling in the pot, and the broth was actually light brown. Next to the stove, there were two lumps of Chinese medicine wrapped in white cotton cloth. The outer layer of the cloth was wet and vaguely steaming.
Noodle soup made of Chinese medicine?
Roland was slightly surprised.
The girl turned around and looked at Roland, her big bright eyes full of confusion. "Is there really a fool who wants to pay thirty thousand dollars?"
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