A large number of people were blocked at the gate of the inner city. Roland estimated that there should be more than 3,000 people, and people were still rushing over, which soon blocked traffic.

If it were in the information age, if people heard such unreasonable orders, most people would have to make trouble and those in power would be held accountable.

But in this world, the entire city and the entire Enkater Territory belong to the city lord. He said that the city was to be locked down, and the civilians really couldn't find the law to refute this decision.

Even Andonara and Vivian took this for granted.

Not to mention ordinary citizens.

But Roland doesn't think so.

But he was not excited, but asked, "Can we go out first?"

At this time, Andonara suddenly grabbed Roland's left arm, as if worried about what he would do.

"sure."

The soldiers guarding the gate naturally did not dare to stop a magician and two women who were obviously nobles.

Roland and the other two left the city from the side gate, and then Andonara relaxed slightly and held Roland's arm.

Walking under the shade of the tree, Roland looked at Andonara's face that seemed a little nervous and asked, "Are you afraid I'll do it just now?"

Andonara nodded: "I've been asking about your past events. As far as I know, you have blown up two city gates. I'm worried that you will be unhappy and will blow the city gate off again."

"I'm not that unreasonable."

Andonara Bai also glanced at him: "You gold sons really don't have much sense of doing things."

"This is just a misunderstanding."

"It would be strange if you believe in you." Andonara said charmingly.

Vivian looked a little envious. She also wanted to chat with Roland naturally like Andonara, but... as a yellow girl, she was still a little reserved, and Andonara was a woman after all, and some things were relaxed.

For example, if you run to Roland's bed every day, you don't need to rest as a player.

The three of them came to the door of the open-air theater and found that there were already many carriages there.

And there was an elite soldier of about twenty people guarding the entrance.

As soon as Roland and the other two arrived, the leading officer looked at them, then waved his hand and the soldiers let them go.

When he entered the theater, Roland saw that there were already people sitting in the front three rows of the audience.

Everyone looked at the well-dressed and proudly.

As soon as Roland and the other three came in, they immediately attracted the attention of most people.

After all, the three were dressed so clearly. Roland was still wearing a magical robe, which was a "passing" uniform. Andonara was as beautiful as a flower, Vivian was pretty and charming. Both of them were rare beauties, so they were naturally eye-catching.

Roland looked around and ignored the nobles, but walked to the concert group.

At this time, the people in the concert troupe chatted and ate snacks.

Roland walked over, Britney was chatting with a girl player. When she saw him coming, she stood up and smiled, "You are here!"

Roland looked around and asked, "Are you... not going to start the show?"

"What kind of acting!" Britney smiled coldly, "No one is there, we won't act."

"Domstic." Roland gave a thumbs up: "Then I'll stay and see how the show is?"

"Of course there is no problem." Britney was so happy: "We are more confident by many big guys... don't you think so?"

Britney suddenly shouted to the side.

Then a group of players turned their heads and responded weakly: "Of course, yes."

Then the players did their own things again, and those who chatted continued to chat, while those who ate snacks continued to eat snacks.

If it is a combat player, most of them will come to join in the fun and chat with Roland.

But in reality, these casual players are either musicians or learn to sing. Their idea of ​​playing games is different from pure players like Roland. They have two different circles. Therefore, no matter how famous Roland is, they do not have any exaggerated reactions.

Then Roland started chatting with Britney in the backstage of the theater. As he chatted, Roland became a group of players.

Andonara and Vivian had a very happy chat with Britney.

Time flies fast.

Soon the nobles in the audience could not hold back, so they sent a servant to ask when the performance would start.

Britney turned her head and said, "Tell your master that there are too few people and we have no interest in performing."

The guard wanted to get angry, but when he saw that everyone here was full of professionals, he immediately endured it and turned around and went back.

Not long after, a young man in gorgeous clothes came over with four soldiers.

His eyes swept around the backstage, and then asked, "Who is Ms. Britney?"

No one pays attention to him, at most he just takes a look at him and then continues to do whatever he should do.

In this atmosphere, the young man blushed and blushed. He said angrily: "Are you polite?"

Still no one paid attention to him.

The young man became even more angry. He glared at everyone for a while, and then left with the soldiers.

After Britney and others left, he said, "Look at it, someone with a bigger temper will come over in a while."

"What are you going to do?" Roland asked.

"Let's wait." Britney said lightly: "Until they are willing to open the city gate, or we will leave in three days. There is no need to spoil these second uncles with a noble temper."

Roland smiled.

At this time, the young man returned to the audience and said to a majestic middle-aged man: "Father, those minstrels don't want to pay attention to me, and they don't even have the interest to look at me at all. They are too arrogant."

The young man spoke a little loudly, and everyone around him heard it and was suddenly in an uproar.

The middle-aged man patted his thighs and asked, "Didn't there be any exaggeration?"

"No."

"These golden sons didn't take us seriously." At this time, a middle-aged nobleman with a big belly next to him interrupted and said, "We have more than 200 nobles, as well as wealthy merchants, and we have to serve us alone once. So what if we have done this? After we leave, when we leave, Mud Legs can come in. Do we really want us to squeeze together with those Mud Legs to watch the performance? I can't afford to lose my face."

"I'll go talk to them in person." The middle-aged man stood up.

"There is no need for that." Another bearded nobleman next to him stood up: "You are the city lord, so let me go. No matter how I am the sheriff here, I am also the viscount, and they must give some face."

The city lord thought about it and sat down again.

This time the sheriff called out thirteen soldiers and walked quickly to the backstage.

As soon as he arrived in the background, he saw a group of players chatting and eating lazily, and he was furious.
Chapter completed!