The people from the Heisha Gang tried their best to notify other so-called well-known people.

This is a year later, Roland re-ordered the Black Sand Gang, so Gru will naturally try his best to seize this opportunity.

The whole city became "lively", and many well-known people who were invited agreed. As soon as the sender left, they immediately went out to find friends they knew to see what Roland's invitation was a bit bad for visitors.

After all, as soon as Roland came back, he went outside the city to kill the people from the Blade Wing Guild. Although the latter was soon resurrected, the meaning of it was quite obvious.

The internal strife between the Sons of Gold ended with Roland's victory.

The nobles who stood in the right position were naturally happy. No one who stood in the right position was worried now.

More neutrals were full of doubts. They didn't know what Roland would do next, because Roland invited many people this time, and it was obvious that he wanted to change some rules.

The whole city seemed to be in doubt.

In the evening, it started to rain heavily, and the soybean-sized raindrops hit the ground frantically. Soon, the low-lying areas on the street turned into puddles.

At this time, no one wants to go out again.

But Roland said it when he informed him.

Unhindered by wind and rain.

It's really rainy and rainy, why?

Roland said that he would hold a banquet in the square in front of the Magic Tower, after all, the Magic Tower could not actually accommodate so many people.

If it really opens in the square, how long can it take for it to protect even if there is rain gear to protect it?

After being wet, you may get seriously ill.

Maybe Roland just wanted to use this method to mess with people.

Some people are unwilling to accept it and feel unhappy. They look at the rain outside, sneer, and retreat back home, thinking that they don’t know anything.

But some people sighed and asked the servants to prepare rain gear and carriage and set out in the direction of the magic tower.

Old Conan Doyle was also one of them. He looked at the rain outside and sighed helplessly.

The old wife said next to her: "Magic Roland is just making things difficult for people. She lets the weather go to the square to attend a banquet. She also said that it is rainy and rain. It is obvious that she wants you to suffer."

"I know. But there is no way. I was in the wrong team before. Now he is back and has sent another invitation to a life-threatening banquet. If I don't go, maybe he will lose our family."

The old wife said in panic: "How dare he!"

"Why don't you dare? Just because he is a magician." Conan Doyle said painfully: "He even dares to capture the queen and enjoy it. The royal family doesn't say anything. What qualifications do we have to resist him. We are old and it doesn't matter if we die, but a few children still have a future."

The old woman's eyes turned red and she cried slightly.

In her opinion, her husband would probably have a lot of luck to attend Roland's dinner this time.

"Don't cry, things may not be that way." Old Conan Doyle said with no confidence, and then he looked at the butler: "Let's go."

Then the housekeeper opened an umbrella for Conan Doyle, took him outside the manor, and got on the carriage.

It was raining heavily, and the roof of the carriage rustled.

Old Conan Doyle closed his eyes and his body swayed slightly as the carriage swayed.

He was in a quiet mood now, and there was nothing to shake his heart for an old man who was completely ready to die.

I don’t know how long it took, but the carriage stopped and the butler’s voice came from the front: “Master, I’m here…but the situation seems to be a little wrong.”

"It's right." Old Conan Doyle bent over, walked to the front door of the carriage, and lifted the curtain: "Roland said it was rainy and rain, but it was raining heavily now. As a magician, he knew it was not surprising that it was raining heavily. It might even be that he made it out just to give us a profound..."

Then the expression of Conan Doyle was frozen.

There is a bright light in front of me, a great light.

The thick dark clouds and silver fog-like rain screens have already enveloped the entire city in darkness.

But what did he see?

A huge imitation temple building, with a flying eaves roof and dozens of rock columns, propped up the building, without walls, and there are entrances on all sides.

The structure looks very simple, but this temple-style building is very large.

The height is at least twenty-five meters and the area is even more magnificent. It takes at least seven or eight seconds to see the right from the left.

Illumination balls emitting bright white light were floating under the roof.

Isn't this a square of the Magic Tower?

Old Conan Doyle subconsciously looked at the back of the giant 'pavilion', and the tall magic tower stood there.

He was sure that when there was such a huge building here, this thing did not exist at least half a day ago.

Is this the power of a powerful magician?

Old Conan Doyle jumped out of the carriage and walked into the huge building with his own rain gear.

It was already shocking to look outside. When I walked inside, I realized that I had underestimated the building.

A man is in it, like a mouse entering a garden, and he himself is a mouse.

After putting away the rain gear, Conan Doyle saw many acquaintances, and he was not the first to arrive.

He looked around, found a few people he was more familiar with, and walked over.

Before he could get there, a small minion from the Black Sand Gang came over and said respectfully: "Your Excellency, please sign here. You are going to count how many guests came tonight."

He immediately wrote his name on it.

At this time, Conan Doyle had a premonition that tonight's banquet might not be a disaster. This giant building and this signature are proof of this clear.

If Roland really wants to kill them, there is no need to be so troublesome.

Just after signing the autograph, two familiar friends came over next to him, and one of them whispered: "Old Doyle, do you have any inside information? Your Excellency Roland called us over. What's wrong?"

Old Conan Doyle shook his head.

Then several people gathered together and began to speculate.

There were many people around, all in groups of three or three, and the topic of discussion was probably similar to theirs.

Time passed by minute by minute, and those who were willing to attend the banquet were almost there.

Although there are many people and more than one hundred people, they seem quite small compared to this huge building.

When the banquet was about to begin, many people from the Heisha Gang acted as temporary repulsers and brought delicious food and wine.

It was placed on the stone table in the first few.

There are many stone tables and chairs in this building, and the style looks very rough, but no one dares to dislike it.

The last part of the building is connected to the magic tower.

Then the people from the Magic Tower appeared.

Roland walked in front, Vincent and the Queen behind, Vivian and Jerry behind, and other magic apprentices fell at the end.

Seeing the owner come out, a hundred guests hurriedly greeted him.

Roland stood on a high platform, looked around for a week, and smiled and said, "I thought there would be many people coming, but I was afraid that I could not fit it, so I temporarily built such a large house with magic, but I didn't expect that I didn't have enough appeal, so I only had such a few people."
Chapter completed!