Although Bard's expression was still stubborn and arrogant, Roland keenly noticed that the arrogance in Bard's eyes had diminished a lot.
Sure enough, this world was all about strength, the kind that was blatant. If you were strong, no matter how arrogant you were, you had to restrain your temper.
However, Bard's tone was still full of mockery and resentment.
Roland looked him up and down for a while, then admitted with a smile, "Yes, we can be resurrected. With such a great ability, why can't we rely on it?"
Bard chuckled. "Don't you think that's shameless? Things like battle and courage are precious only because of death. You Golden Sons can be resurrected, which is a complete blasphemy. It's a blasphemy against those who face you and fight you. "
Roland laughed when he heard that. "According to you, you nobles are just a bunch of trash who can only linger on under the glory of your ancestors. If you have the ability, leave your family and work hard as a commoner instead of relying on your identity as a noble. How about that?"
Bard's brows furrowed, and he felt his stomach ache.
The man in front of him thought quickly. He attacked the other party for being cowardly, and the other party attacked him for being trash, unwilling to suffer losses at all. As he had heard, the Golden Sons didn't take the nobles seriously at all.
Although Bard was proud, he wasn't the kind of person who would smash the wall. Since the other party was very resistant, he decided to take a step back for now. He said with a smile, "Your argument is quite interesting, but don't let other nobles hear it, or they'll never let you go."
Hearing that, Roland put on a smile that was both playful and vaguely sarcastic.
Bard trembled under the stare. He was even a little angry from embarrassment, but he couldn't lose his temper. However, his smile was gone. He was a descendant of a great noble from the capital, and he was already very unhappy not to be served like stars around the moon. Now, a Golden Son had directly rebuked him.
He took a deep breath and said expressionlessly, "There's something I want to talk to you about. It's not suitable outside. Besides, as one of the owners of the Magic Tower, aren't you going to invite me in?"
"Please." Roland still had that playful smile on his face. This' please 'was also said in a strange way.
Bard became even more furious when he heard that. He really wanted to leave, but he endured it.
Finally, the two of them found a table on the second floor and sat across from each other.
Bart looked around. "You don't treat your guests very well. Even if you don't give me pastries and delicacies, at least give me a glass of fruit wine."
"I don't know how to do these things." Roland shrugged indifferently. "Besides, you're not worth it."
"Are you trying to provoke me on purpose?" Bard asked with narrowed eyes.
Roland was indeed deliberately provoking this man. Some people would only reveal some of their true nature when they were angry. This was also the reason why most of the big shots had a calm personality.
They didn't want their temperament to be seen through and their weaknesses to be caught.
Roland smiled. "How is that possible? I just don't like you. "
"Coincidentally, I also hate you." The rage in Bard's heart grew stronger and stronger, and he could no longer hold it in. "I'm only here to ask you one thing. Are you selling your meat?"
Roland opened his mouth slightly.
That was too shocking, at least for Roland.
Then, he began to feel a pain in the ass, and his face was so dark that ink was about to drip out.
"Do you want to die?!"
Roland gnashed his teeth as he spoke, one word at a time. At the same time, he mobilized a lot of mental power, and a transparent blue giant hand appeared above their heads, ready to slam down at any time.
Roland was level four, and after completing the dungeon quest, he received a lot of experience and was less than ten percent away from reaching level five.
Bard, on the other hand, was only level two, and there was already a gap in their levels. Besides, Roland's character attribute growth panel was the Golden Son template, which belonged to the Commander-level panel with high attributes, multiple skills, and multiple specialties.
Bard, on the other hand, only had Essence attribute growth at best.
Some basic information could be found on the game's official website, including the character's attribute template level.
According to the information provided by the official website, the class templates from low to high were: Normal, Elite, Genius, Commander, Lord, Demon God, God.
The overall attribute growth of the players was quite high. From a certain perspective, it could be said that they were at the level of a mid-level Boss.
At this moment, Roland was rather intimidating. Bard felt that he was facing a human-shaped dragon. He swallowed and said hurriedly, "I mean no harm. “
"You can leave the magic tower now, before I break your legs." Roland stared at him.
Bard got up and left without hesitation.
After leaving the Magic Tower with the two magic apprentices, Bard's face was very, very dark. He was very angry and wanted to go back and beat Roland up. How dare he, the descendant of a great noble, scare him like this?
But it was just a thought … He didn't dare to go back.
The two magic apprentices next to him were already sweating in fear.
"Dog shit." As they walked, Bard cursed in a low voice, "This Roland is sick. What's wrong with buying a piece of his meat with gold coins? Is there a need to kill him? I really shouldn't have come looking for him. "
At this moment, Roland was rubbing his brow. Just now, he wanted to provoke Bard, but he didn't expect that Bard would actually provoke him.
Most importantly, Roland felt that the other party's acting skills were really too good. That look of desire coming out of his eyes was definitely that he really wanted to buy his "ass."
Creatures like nobles are really disgusting.
I can't beat you in a fight, I can't beat you in a scolding, so I'll be "good friends" with you. Is this how it works?
Then, Roland found that he received a system notification.
"You've comprehended Mental Deterrence (specialty)."
Huh? Roland clicked on the introduction of this specialty.
Mental Deterrence: When you are in a spellcasting state and in a state of anger, you will perform a mental attack on all creatures within a "level x10" meter around you, regardless of friend or foe. The success rate is determined by the difference in level between the two sides and the difference in willpower. Intelligent creatures that fail to pass the exemption check will fall into a state of panic.
Panic: All character attributes drop by 10%.
This specialty … looked impressive, but Roland thought about it and found it not very practical.
To have to be in a spellcasting state and in a state of anger … This was not in line with the way Mages fought.
When Mages fought, they had to remain calm and use the right spells at the right time, in the right place, in order to achieve the perfect effect.
Mages who were in a state of rage, with bursts of flames in their left hand and big fireballs in their right hand, shouting the enemy's name, and bombarding the enemy's face like madmen, had no beauty to speak of at all … Wait, it seemed to be quite cool too.
Maybe it would have a miraculous effect on some special occasions.
Getting a new specialty was a good thing no matter what. Roland was in a better mood and was about to do magic derivation experiments when he received another system notification.
He didn't learn another specialty, did he?
As Roland thought so, he found that Betta had pinged him in the guild system.
"Brother Roland, come to my house, something happened."
It was only this one sentence, very short, but Roland felt a heavy meaning.
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