Reading's meaning is very obvious, and he wants to use the so-called "group justice, group interests" to force Britney and others to perform for them first.

Britney was a little angry. She has been smooth sailing since she entered the game. Even if there are some obstacles, she can use brute force to create a way out with her identity as a player.

This is the first time she has encountered such a dilemma in front of her.

If they don't agree, the losses of the player group will be counted on them. Even if some players can understand them, not everyone is willing to "understand" others. As long as their interests are damaged, they will criticize the "bad things" on their own first, regardless of whether there is any reason or not.

But if she agreed, she was reluctant to show her. Why did she have to perform for several nobles? They are artistic workers, not actors.

In reality, bowing down for three dou of rice is enough to make them trouble the art workers, and they can actually encounter similar situations in the game.

Seeing Britney in a dilemma, Reading smiled proudly: "It's not unacceptable to perform for us first, right? Besides, we can donate a sum of money to you together, not much, there are still dozens of gold coins."

There are dozens of gold coins, and it is more than enough to build a small family.

All the nobles smiled, and it was not difficult for them to give each of them a gold coin or two.

If this would make the Vienna performance team concessions, they would be very happy.

Most of the nobles were not stupid. They saw that the Vienna performance group wanted to demote their nobles to the same level as Mud Foot.

This is not just a matter of fighting for a breath or a question of face, but rather a matter of their inner dignity. It can even be said that if their nobles retreat, their "nobleness" will be hit to a certain extent in the future.

Maybe it will cause some untouchables to have unnecessary thoughts.

Not so obedient.

So... they have to fight.

"I can personally donate three gold coins."

"I don't have much money, so it's still okay to donate one."

The nobles shouted with a smile.

The city lord also smiled: "As the local master, I will donate ten gold coins."

As soon as these words came out, the noble behind him shouted:

"The city lord is really generous."

"That beautiful lady, why don't you thank the city lord?"

Britney's expression was a bit ugly.

She really wanted to beat the group of people in front of her, but although the other party's words were a bit disgusting, her behavior was not as good as it could be.

At this time, whoever takes action first will make no sense.

Dozens of people in Vienna stood up, walked behind Britney, and waited for her to say a word to make a call to go up and beat someone up.

It can be said that the group of people in front of them are not enough to fight them.

But Britney knew that her current state could not be solved by fighting.

Seeing that Britney still had no statement, Reading sighed and said, "Madam, make a decision quickly, otherwise I will make a decision."

Britney became more and more embarrassed.

At this moment, Roland, who had just been sitting, stood up.

He walked to Britney, and everyone's eyes were all on him.

After all, Roland is wearing a magical robe, and the person who dares to stand up at such a time must have two tricks.

"President Reading of Ncart City?" Roland smiled at the other party: "Hello, I'm just about to find you."

"Who are you?"

Reading looked at Roland. The Golden Son Mage was stared at by so many big men without stage fright. He really had some skills.

At least he has a good heart and his magic fluctuations are very balanced, and he seems to have good talent.

If possible... After suppressing and honing, it should be good to pull him into his magic tower as an assistant. I heard that the Son of Gold can be resurrected, so some dangerous magic tests will be handed over to him, which is more beautiful.

"Roland, the president of the Magic Tower in Delbon City, happened to be here with several apprentices. He was about to go and share with you some magic knowledge and experience, but he didn't expect to meet here first."

Roland spoke very kindly, his smile was very gentle, and even his right hand was half broken, but for some reason, all the nobles could feel a sense of swaying from him.

"Roland? President?" Reading's expression was stunned: "Did you build this theater with a few magic apprentices in one day?"

Roland nodded: "Yes, my skills are not good, there is no way. My apprentices have no talent and are also tiring on the journey, so it took almost a day. It was logical that it should have been built within half a day."

Hearing this, everyone in the Vienna Performance Team was laughing. Roland was explicitly modest, but in fact he was trying hard to praise his apprenticeship, which made people feel very funny and even relieved.

Reading nodded calmly: "It's really good."

Although it was calm on the surface, Reading felt as if it was stormy in his heart.

It was already outrageous to build such a high-quality open-air opera house in one day, but the other party said that the time could be shortened to half a day.

This kind of barely showing off made him feel extremely unhappy. He thought the other party was a promising young lion, but he wanted to recruit him, but the other party took off his skin and found out that the young lion was a flying dragon with a head, two feet.

But he can't lose, so Reading can only try to pretend not to care.

"Speaking of it, we will definitely be friends." Roland continued to smile and said, "I have a very good relationship with President Tobion. He also gave me many spell models for free. What a good president."

Reading looked surprised. The young man knew his elder brother. Then he suddenly remembered something: "Are you Roland? Roland, who is derived from the wizard's hand?"

"It's me." Roland smiled modestly: "I didn't expect that President Reading had heard my name too!"

After taking a deep breath, Reading, who had been expressionless, showed his first smile today: "It turns out to be President Roland. I am waiting for your arrival in the magic tower, and we will definitely be friends."

After saying that, Reading shrugged apologetically to the city lord and quickly left.

The nobles found the uproar. They did not expect that even people with such a backstage as Reading were afraid. Who was the Golden Son Mage?

The city lord's expression, which was a little smile, dimmed again, and it should be said that his face turned darker than before he came to the backstage.

He looked at Roland. Although he had no fierce eyes, his expression was not much better.

Roland smiled shyly and looked at him.

About ten seconds later, the city lord looked at Britney unhappily: "Okay, you are quite awesome. But it is impossible to let us watch the show with the civilians. So... you leave, don't wait three days later."
Chapter completed!