Roland left after a morning of training at the saber arts club.
Before he rode away on his bike, Qi Shaoqiu blocked his way, took out a pack of cigarettes from his bag, tapped it a few times, poured out a cigarette, lit it for himself, and then asked, "Are you coming in the afternoon? Training is like rowing a boat against the current, not moving forward or backward. If you have time, keep coming in the afternoon. Don't you want to practice faster? "
Roland shook his head. "I have something to do in the afternoon."
Then Roland rode away. He did have something to do in the afternoon, and now there were more and more guides and experience posts on the forum, such as national geography, human customs, and some secrets of NPC forces, etc. It was worth Roland writing them down, and they might come in handy in the future. And in addition to these, he had to have some understanding of the experiences and combat styles of other classes.
Although Roland had always felt that this game wasn't simple, players were immortal and certainly weren't so "cautious" in their actions, and there would definitely be conflicts in the future.
If he didn't know anything about other classes, it wouldn't be fun when a conflict really happened.
Watching Roland ride away, Qi Shaoqiu turned his head, only to find that his little sister had also pushed out a bike.
"What are you going to do?" Qi Shaoqiu asked curiously.
Night Tide Sands replied indifferently, "Go out to buy groceries."
"Didn't you buy groceries this morning?" Qi Shaoqiu felt a little strange.
"Can't I suddenly have a craving for something to eat?" Night Tide Sands said angrily, then pedaled away.
Qi Shaoqiu shouted at her back, "Then when are you coming back to cook?"
Night Tide Sands ignored him.
Qi Shaoqiu sat down on the clean concrete floor in disappointment. The four teenage relatives next to him came over and also asked somewhat worriedly, "Cousin, cousin isn't going to help us cook?"
"Get lost, go back to your homes to eat."
Qi Shaoqiu said angrily as he took another hard drag on his cigarette and then exhaled.
Oh … The four teenagers hesitated for a while, but they still left.
Qi Shaoqiu waited for about an hour and still didn't see his little sister come back. He was about to order takeout when he saw his little sister come back. There were two vegetables and a book in the basket in front of the bike.
Overjoyed, Qi Shaoqiu greeted her and shouted, "Little sister, you're finally back. I thought you didn't care about me anymore."
As he spoke, he stole a glance at the booklet and found that the cover of the book was written: "A Delicate Breakfast Full of Passion, Make Your Lover Happy."
When Qi Shaoqiu saw the title of the book, he immediately felt a myriad of emotions … His little sister, who was a cabbage, was actually going to take the initiative to throw herself at someone else's fat pig. It was really sad.
Night Tide Sands noticed her brother's furtive gaze, blushed slightly, and glared at him fiercely.
Qi Shaoqiu immediately pretended not to see anything.
After Roland returned home, he had lunch and took a nap. Then, he started browsing the forum.
He continued grinding until he entered the game at night.
In the Magic Tower, after deriving Language Proficiency for about two hours, he felt a little dizzy and stood up.
Looking out the window, most of the city was dark. Only the direction of the castle was bright.
It seemed to be a banquet.
"It's probably the people from the headquarters who ran to the mayor's mansion to sleep in a room," Roland muttered in amusement.
In fact, he guessed right. The banquet in the castle at this time was hosted by John, and the purpose was to entertain Bard and the others.
Nobles and Mages. Such identities would be popular anywhere … except among players.
The banquet in the castle was joyous and harmonious. Extravagant glasses, ten times more expensive than untouchables, were filled with red or yellow fruit wine. The nobles took a sip, made a delicious expression, and then bragged to the people around them.
And on the balcony of the second floor, John and Bard looked down at the crowd in the banquet hall below, their expressions somewhat playful.
Bard took a sip of fruit wine and said, "These people have noble identities, but not noble souls. Very boring. "
"What kind of soul is considered noble?" Bard asked with a smile on the side.
"Someone like Sir Bard," John said, "who is both a Mage and a noble identity. Such a soul is noble, while they are just empty shells with poor souls, puppets without self-consciousness, inferior to commoners. "
Bard gently swirled his wine glass. "Sir John, your requirements are too strict. I think they're not bad."
"If it were a month ago, I could also accept their incompetence." John sighed. "But after seeing more talents, I found that these people are really useless. They can't defend the city or fight for the country, and now they don't even want to pay taxes. "
Bard chuckled. Few nobles wanted to pay taxes, this was a very normal thing.
Then he asked curiously, "What exactly is the reason that makes Sir have such an opinion of them!"
Hesitating for a moment, as if he didn't really want to say, but after a while, he still said slowly, "Some time ago, two people came to our city, and later we found out that they were Golden Sons."
"Wait, what are Golden Sons?" Bard asked in surprise.
John stared at him with wide eyes. "You don't even know what Golden Sons are?"
Bard shook his head, then he put on a smile. "Sir John, can you tell me about the Golden Sons?"
"The Golden Sons are immortal, human beings from another plane," John said with a smile. "They tend to be neutral and kind …"
Bard was shocked. "What did you say? Immortal and indestructible? That's impossible, right? This should be false information. "
John reacted and looked at him with a strange look. "Why is it impossible!? I saw with my own eyes that even if those two guys were chopped into meat paste, their bodies could still reappear in the Church of Life. I find it strange, logically speaking, the capital should be more well-informed, how come you don't know about the appearance of the Golden Sons? "
Bard still found the news absurd, but looking at John's appearance, it didn't seem like he was lying to him, and the other party didn't have to.
"Sir John, can you tell me about the Golden Sons in detail?"
About half an hour later, John finished. Bard was silent for a long time, then he suddenly raised his head and finished his fruit wine. His posture and expression were no longer elegant, but rather nervous.
"One of the Golden Sons is called Roland?"
John nodded.
Bard was stunned. He slowly sat back in his chair, thinking about something.
Looking at him, John smiled. "I also heard a rumor that the bodies of the two Golden Sons were secretly hidden by some nobles after they died. It's said that some people tasted them, and they seemed to have special effects!"
Bard was stunned. "What effects?"
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