Due to the difference in the flow of time, they could sleep for two days at a time. The next day, after arranging for the God's Punishment Witches, Roland drove the three witches to the Crown Hotel in the center of the city for the banquet.
"Your Majesty, can we really eat whatever we want there?" Dawnen poked her head out from the backseat and asked, her eyes shining.
"Of course. It's no different from a banquet held by the nobles. You must have attended many banquets like this in the Union, right?"
"But we can't eat whatever we want at those banquets."
"Can't we?" Roland asked curiously.
"Yes." Saint Miran, who was sitting in the passenger seat, nodded. "Those who are invited to the banquet are all important people. Making friends is more important than eating. No one wants to talk to someone with a greasy mouth. Eating without restraint will only invite ridicule. If the banquet is long, most people will choose to eat first before going to the banquet. " She swallowed her saliva and said, "If this behavior will damage His Majesty's reputation, we can totally tolerate it."
Roland glanced at the three witches through the rearview mirror and could not help laughing. "Don't worry. When have I ever gone back on my word? This is not the Union, nor is it the King's City of Graycastle. We're playing the role of ordinary people. As long as we don't disturb others, we can eat whatever we want. "
"Then... can I sneak some food back?" Dodo asked excitedly. "There are many sisters who also want to experience the standard of banquets in this world."
"Just don't be discovered," Roland said casually. "When the time comes, follow me. Don't stray too far away from me. If anyone tries to talk to you, just pretend you didn't hear it. I'll deal with it."
"Yes, Your Majesty!" the three witches said in unison.
About half an hour later, they arrived at their destination.
As soon as they entered the door, Roland felt the difference. Almost all the luxury cars parked around the front yard of the hotel were worth at least a million dollars. The clean paint on the cars was as shiny as a mirror. In contrast, the van he drove was quite eye-catching.
Although robbing Fallen Evils made a lot of money, it was still several orders of magnitude lower than that of a real capitalist. In order not to attract attention, the van he bought was only an ordinary brand, which would not attract much attention no matter where he went. However, here, he was the most eye-catching one.
"Sir, the hotel doesn't accept outsiders today. May I ask if you have an invitation letter?" After parking the car at the entrance, the receptionist quickly walked up.
Roland took out the card Garcia had given him and waved it in front of him.
"Welcome to the Crown Hotel. The venue is on the top floor, and there are people in the lobby to receive you." The man smiled warmly and said, "Please let me park your car."
Roland sighed inwardly. No matter what these people thought, they were still polite on the surface.
When he led the witches into the magnificent lobby, the three witches were much calmer than he had expected. Perhaps spacious and bright buildings were not rare in the Taquila era. After all, Stones of Lighting were once common in the upper echelons of the Witch Empire. For example, the crystal chandelier overhead, which looked very expensive, was probably just an ordinary item in the palace where the Three Chiefs resided.
Roland was amused when he thought that the magnificent decoration was not even comparable to a few cream cakes. The appearance of the witches immediately attracted the attention of several people. It seemed that no matter which world they were in, their appearance was enough to attract people's attention.
After a more detailed inspection, the receptionist scanned the card and reported to him through the walkie-talkie. Then she handed the invitation card back to him. "Mr. Roland, sorry to keep you waiting. May I ask if these three ladies are your … "
"Cousin," Roland shrugged and said, "Garcia told me that relatives are allowed to enter the hotel."
"I see. Please follow me."
The receptionist escorted them into the elevator and pressed the button for the top floor. She then placed her hand on her chest and saluted outside the door. "Have a good time tonight."
After a while, the elevator suddenly lit up. The wall that surrounded them suddenly disappeared under their feet. The afterglow of the setting sun shone into the elevator, and at the same time, a city full of tall buildings came into view. The buildings formed an unbroken horizon. Even as far as the eye could see, there were still rows of "walls of buildings".
Only then did the witches exclaim in a low voice.
"Even the three Holy Cities combined are not as big as this city," Dawnen said in a low voice. "No matter how many times I see it, it's hard to imagine that mortals without magic power could create all this."
"The Miracle Building that you want to build is also for commemoration, right?" Saint Miran looked at Roland.
He smiled noncommittally. Although he had never told anyone about his origin except for Anna, it was common knowledge among the Taquila witches that he came from a place similar to the Dream World. Otherwise, they could not explain why he was so familiar with this incredible world.
When they arrived at the top floor, a large circular banquet hall appeared in front of them.
Apart from the ground, the walls and the dome were almost entirely made of glass. Standing by the wall, they could have a panoramic view of most of the city, as if they were looking down at all the mountains in the city. The fact that the Clover Group was able to hold a banquet in such a place showed how powerful the Clover Group was.
The dining table in the hall was filled with all kinds of food, from cold dishes to pastries, fruits to champagne towers. The guests gathered in groups of twos and threes, and there were hundreds of them. Obviously, they were not only martial artists, but also businessmen and politicians.
In the past, he would have been very reserved in such a high-class banquet, but now, Roland had already gotten used to it. After entering the hall, he led the witches straight to the main topic — the dishes on the table in the back.
"Wow... this fish is so tender. It feels like it's melting in my mouth."
"Are these really grapes? Ah, I haven't tasted such sweetness for a long time... "
"Don't talk nonsense. You just came to the Dream World last month, right?"
"But last time, we only had fast food. That idiot Elena only ordered Kaifeng dishes and Lanlu."
"Hey, don't just eat. Put something in Duoduo's pocket, okay?"
Roland looked at the excited witches, who were swallowing their saliva, and shook his head with a smile. He suddenly felt that even if the Dream World could not bring him any benefits, he should let this place continue to exist. For him, this place might be the Realm of Nothingness, but for the survivors of Taquila, it was the only place where they could feel that they were still alive.
The taste, the touch, the smell... they could only be compensated here for everything they had lost in the fight against the demons.
Before the banquet officially began, Roland carefully looked at the other guests.
Basically, the guests were divided into two groups. Those who wore formal clothes were the members of society, while those who wore the robes of the Martialist Association were basically his peers. Although this division was not necessarily accurate, for example, because he had just become an official member, he had not been issued a robe and could only wear formal clothes to attend the banquet. But in general, no one in the hall was dressed strangely or strangely, which was completely different from the scene he had seen in the Prism City last time.
"Is this the difference between the Awakened in the academy and the Awakened in the wild?"
He could not help but think of what Garcia had said.
"Although the Martialist Association is an organization that aspires to save the world, ideals alone are not enough to gather enough people. That's why the Martialist Tournament came into being. Less than 50 years after its birth, it has already become the most watched competition in the world. Through the competition, the Awakened ones could gain more exposure, fame, and income. The competition also injected countless new blood into the association. This caused the martial arts competition to become more and more important in the association. Those who performed well would also have a higher say in the matter. This change even caused disagreements among the upper echelons, and the members of the Association gradually divided into the old and the new. But in the end, the Martialist Tournament did not shrink, but further expanded. "
At that time, Roland was more inclined to the old faction. After all, the real enemy of the Martialists was the Fallen Evils, who would fight to the death. This kind of battle was not comparable to competitive sports. As a means to attract new blood, it could be said to be a good and effective method, but it was difficult to understand why it was allowed to affect the upper echelons. The Martialist Tournament was not the same as a life-and-death battle. Such a simple truth should be understood by those people, but from the result, the new faction had the upper hand.
He had always been unable to understand the reason behind it, but now that he saw the scene in the hall, he suddenly understood a little …
The members of the Association who did not participate in the Martialist Tournament were basically the desperate wild Awakened. They were disobedient and had a terrible image. Their overall quality was not at the same level as these star martialists. Moreover, the opportunity to fight the Fallen Evils was not always available, and they could die if they were not careful, which inevitably led to fewer and fewer voices supporting the old faction.
He was afraid that the old faction would not be able to return to the leading position until the "Erosion" officially broke out.
Thinking of the hunting license, Roland could not help but twitch the corner of his mouth. He had always felt that it was strange for the Association to issue such a thing to a newcomer who had just joined the Association for half a year. No matter how outstanding his performance was, he should not have been able to enter the top 100 of the Association. But now it seemed that not participating in the Martialist Tournament, wholeheartedly opposing the Fallen Evils, and not seeking fame or profit, was a perfect match for the old faction.
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