"Why don't we start now?"
Looking at the smiling Roland, Bard felt a surge of anger rising from his chest. He almost spewed it out of his mouth and wanted to curse.
It was just that he had just said that the basic etiquette of nobility was still necessary, so he could only endure it.
"There's no rush. Let's wait until we rest for a day or two. After all, we've traveled a long way and are very tired," Bard said expressionlessly. "When the time is right, we'll come and find you."
After speaking, Bart turned around and went downstairs.
He was afraid that if he stayed any longer, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from cursing and losing his poise.
A group of people was standing on the first floor. The unconscious magic apprentice had woken up and was cursing something in a low voice.
Bard frowned, walked down, and asked, "What's going on? Can't you even win over a single person?"
"There's no one in the magic tower." The young noble mage standing in front said with a strange expression, "While you were chatting, some of us even went up the stairs to the sixth, seventh, and eighth floor, but we didn't find anyone."
Bard was stunned for a moment, then he sneered and said, "In other words, the people from the Magic Tower left long ago? Was it Aldo's doing, or was it Roland's idea? No matter who it is, our thoughts are all within their calculations. It's pretty interesting. "
"What do we do now?" The young noble mage next to him asked.
"What else can we do?" Bard said unhappily. "Let's find a place to stay first. I've met John, the son of the city lord here, a few times, and we're on good terms. I'll stay with him for a few days first. Slowly think of a way to deal with that damned Roland. "
"I'll listen to you," the young man said.
Then, the group left the Magic Tower. Before leaving, Bard stared at the top of the Magic Tower for a long time.
Roland watched them leave through the window on the eighth floor. When he was about to continue his magic experiments, he suddenly received a system notification from the guild.
In the guild, Betta was Roland: "Come to house No. 25 on East Street quickly. There's something important."
Roland replied, "What is it?"
A big mission. It might be a small dungeon.
Holy shit! Roland felt a toothache again. Betta's luck in triggering the quest was quite good. So far, all the quests Roland had completed had been triggered by him.
A small-sized quest was one thing, but it was actually a dungeon quest.
He immediately got up and left the Mage Tower.
Of course, before he left the magic tower, he closed the heavy stone door with Magician's Hand.
After all, if he left now, there would really be no one left in the Mage Tower. Although the place of a Magician was feared by ordinary people, some professional Thieves didn't care too much about it. After the stone door was closed, it could only be opened by activating the mechanism with mental power.
Generally speaking, Thieves had no way of entering.
Unless they had mastered the Thief class's Advanced Trap Disarm Technique.
When Roland arrived at No. 25 on the east block, a skinny, yellow-skinned girl was standing at the door, still wearing a black-and-white maid costume.
When she saw Roland, she bowed slightly and said, "Mr. Roland, Master Betta asked me to wait for you here."
Roland looked up and down at the girl and found that her complexion was much better. He smiled and said, "It seems that you've been doing well recently."
The girl smiled. "It's all thanks to you and my master for saving me."
Then she turned around and led Roland into the house.
This was a second-hand house with ready-made furniture. Although it looked a bit old, it was very clean and tidy inside.
There was no one in the living room, but the sound of cooking came from the kitchen.
Roland found it a bit strange. The maid bowed slightly apologetically and said, "Master is in the kitchen. I should have done this, but the food I make is too awful."
The girl lowered her head, looking very disappointed and guilty.
She was Betta's maid, and Roland wouldn't comfort her. What if Betta was interested in her? Damn it.
Roland sat down in a chair.
The girl immediately poured a cup of warm water, and Roland took a sip. This etiquette of serving guests with warm water must've been taught to her by Betta.
Within two mouthfuls, Betta came out of the kitchen with two plates.
The plates were placed on the table, and Roland found a plate of salt fried beans and a plate of vegetables fried with meat.
Then two pairs of yellow and white wooden chopsticks were placed on the table.
The chopsticks were very new, obviously newly made.
Finally, the maid brought two glasses of fruit wine to the table.
"Eat, don't stand on ceremony," said Betta with a somewhat smug expression.
"Cooking!" Roland looked at the things on the table for a while and said, "Have you been tinkering with these things for the past two days?"
Betta nodded. "After all, the Divine Nobles don't need to learn skills like the Mages do. After all, I have a lot of time to explore this world. Besides, I've been sick of the food here these days. The tavern's cooking skills are so lousy that I couldn't stand it anymore, so I asked a blacksmith to make an iron pot and an iron spatula. Although the bottom of the pot is a bit thick, it can still be heated up very quickly with the fire of dragon breath. "
Roland frowned. "I find that your dragon breath is either used for barbecuing meat or stir-frying dishes. That's too unprofessional."
"I think that's the correct use of skills. Isn't it more interesting to use it in daily life than in battle?"
"That's right." Roland picked up a piece of meat with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth. Then he exclaimed in surprise, "It tastes good."
Betta said with a rather smug smile, "In this world where food skills are backward, I'm the chef."
Roland clicked his tongue. He picked up a salt-fried bean and put it in his mouth, then drank a mouthful of fruit wine. There was indeed an indescribable sense of pleasure. Then he asked curiously, "What's the deal with the quest?"
"Here's the thing." Betta also said while eating, "About two hours ago, I was looking for ingredients that could be used as seasonings in the market, such as things like ginger. In the end, I found a Thief stealing a pedestrian's wallet. I chased after the Thief and beat him up. When I searched the wallet, I found a very smelly piece of parchment with some symbols on it. Then, I triggered the dungeon quest. "
This luck … Roland shook his head helplessly.
This guy's hidden talent should be "Strong Luck."
"Wait, I'll share the quest with you."
Several seconds later, Roland received a system notification. After he clicked confirm, he saw a purple quest on the system menu.
"Solve the Mysteries of the Delpon Necropolis (Party Suggested) (Recommended Level 3)."
It turned out to be a purple quest. Roland thought for a moment and said, "It might be a bit troublesome with just the two of us. Should we add more people?"
"Hawk and the others?"
"Of course," Roland said with a nod.
Betta thought for a moment and said, "But there are only four of us. Five people is the standard for a squad. Besides, we're still short of a healer."
"Why don't we go on the forum and find a healer?" Roland thought for a moment and said, "See if there are any Priests near Delpon."
Betta thought it was a good idea. "You can post and recruit people. After all, you're more famous."
Roland thought for a moment and agreed. "Okay."
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