Roland and Andonara, Vivian didn't speak.

Just quietly looked at the mustache who had just run over.

Britney stood up and sneered: "Food and Clothing Parents? Did you build this theater? Or did I accept your tickets?"

The mustache suddenly got speechless.

The Vienna Concert has now traveled to most of the country of Holeven. I have been to cities and villages. I have never charged any performance fees at any time. As for where their money comes from... On the one hand, in reality, I live with soft girls coins for gold coins. The prices in this world are extremely low. Save some money for one gold coin, and don’t buy magic items randomly. It is still very useful.

On the other hand, they will also organize some members to complete the tasks of the mercenary union and obtain certain funds for activity.

After all, the profession of bard is also quite versatile.

Melee, spells, assists, and healing will be a little bit. A few people can almost cope with most combat environments. As long as the enemy's strength does not crush them, there will always be a solution.

Relying on the blood transfusion in reality and the activity funds earned from time to time, dozens of people in the Vienna Concert Team are not a problem for food and clothing. Moreover, for this group of people, pursuing enjoyment in life in the game is meaningless. It is more important to not use this second life and strengthen their professional abilities well.

In real life, thinking of touring everywhere is almost impossible for most performers.

The expense is too great.

But in this world, it's very simple.

Young and healthy, almost never sick.

This is also a desert of culture and art. Their performances in every city can cause sensation and be sought after.

This feeling is really cool.

They will naturally be happy to exercise their abilities and meet their spiritual needs.

As for combat, it is just an occasional adjustment product.

Because people in Vienna do not rely on the aristocratic money to support themselves, they are particularly confident in speaking.

In addition, because he is immortal, he does not take these arrogant nobles seriously.

Because in essence, they are even more arrogant.

"If there is nothing to say, go back." Britney smiled: "Tell your city lord that either he will have fun with the people, or we will leave in three days."

The bearded man glared at Vienna: "Aren't you worried that we will notify other lords and let them not let you enter the city?"

Britney yawned, looking at the other party like an idiot: "How powerful are your city lords? Whoever listens to him?"

The mustache suddenly got speechless.

Britney continued to mock her: "Besides, Holevin is just a remote small country. What other Francis, Urkanda, Desert Kingdom, etc. do you think your influence can go outside?"

The mustache's face became darker.

Finally, he hummed unhappily and left with more than a dozen elite soldiers.

Britney laughed and continued to chat with Andonara.

And Andonara's expression became a little strange.

Roland and continued to brag with a group of players.

Not long after, another middle-aged man came. This time he was surrounded by a group of nobles, about thirty people, and a middle-aged male wizard wearing a blue robe and blue blouse.

The majestic middle-aged man looked around the audience, and the mage looked at Roland with interest, and finally stared at Andonara, with a very wonderful expression.

But he quickly withdrew his gaze.

The middle-aged man walked up to Britney, looked down at her, and said lightly: "You are despising us."

"No." Britney shook her head slightly.

"Let ordinary people sit with us, they are despising us." The city lord's tone was very calm, and even had a sensational power: "You feel from the heart that we are equal to civilians. This is not despised, what is it?"

"This is the fairness we pursue." Britney stood up and laughed, "This is the idea of ​​our son of gold."

"People are born unequal." The city lord's voice slightly raised, and the majestic national character face had a look of looking at aliens: "We nobles are born to be superior people, this is the will of the gods, and this is the approval of the gods. Why do you change it?"

Britney knew that it was impossible to talk about equality with someone who grew up in a world of ‘many people’ and vested survivors.

Even if they understand mentally, they will pretend not to understand.

It’s very simple, not many people are willing to give up their current status and interests.

So Britney just shook her head: "That's just your opinion, not ours. I still say the same thing, either everyone will appreciate our performance together, or we will leave in three days."

"Can't change?" asked the city lord.

"cannot!"

The city lord nodded and took a step back.

At this time, the mage beside him stood up: "This beautiful lady, indeed, your Golden Son is very strong, but we have also discovered that you seem to be under great restrictions. For example... you cannot kill people casually. Even if you want to kill people, you must have a very legitimate reason?"

Britney frowned in confusion: "So what? Doesn't this mean that we are different from you?"

"It takes a lot of money to be a good person." The mage smiled: "I am the president of the Magic Tower in Encart City and Reading. I have a brother relationship with Tobion, the current president of the Magic Society. I am my younger brother."

Britney was still a little puzzled: "So what, do you want the Magic Association to ban our performance group or even kill us?"

"How can we do evil things? Wouldn't this give you a reason to attack us?" Reading's temperament was quite feminine, and when she smiled, she gave people the feeling of squinting the venomous snake: "But I can ask my brother, President Tobion, to give orders that all magic towers will not provide spell model trading services to the mages of the Son of the Gold. In the future, all magic towers and association organizations will no longer provide any help or services to the Son of the Gold."

Britney was stunned.

Although the Magic Association does not have a strong sense of existence, it is in charge of the teaching of magic skills, the purchase and sale of magical items, and magical materials.

If the Magic Association really prohibits all its subordinate institutions from providing help to players, the first thing that is that the mage group is greatly affected, most of which will be to the point of wailing, and ordinary players will have a great influence.

For example, the transaction of magic equipment is related to all players.

If you get an inappropriate equipment, you need to be identified. If you can't use it, you can only go to the Magic Association to sell it. Players are too divided in the entire country, and commercial players are temporarily unable to get rid of the industry of buying and selling magic equipment.

If you want to sell it to players, either the player needs it, and you have to get close and farther away. It takes more than ten days to ride a horse, which is quite troublesome to trade.

Therefore, selling magic equipment to the Magic Association is the best choice.

The price is fair.

In addition, many magical materials from the Magic Association are needed by all spellcasters. Whether they are mages, warlocks, priests, or even their bards, sometimes they have to buy spellcasting items from the Magic Association.

The configuration of the caster in the team is very important, which is related to the difficulty of many small dungeons. If the caster's spell is limited by the casting items, the entire player group will be affected.

But if the Magic Association really bans players... all players will probably accuse them of not getting things done.

They are just a performance group of dozens of people and cannot afford such a lot of pressure.

Britney hesitated.
Chapter completed!