The guards don't know how to obtain the credentials?

Then things are a bit troublesome. Generally speaking, people working in a certain organization can at least know some of the basic rules or functions of the organization, but they don’t even know the guards here, which means that the organization is doing a good job in confidentiality, or that the mentality of small circleism is prevalent.

Roland felt that it was mostly the latter.

Therefore, the most urgent task is to collect information. At least you have to understand how to join the Magicians Association, what qualifications are required, or what kind of tests to pass.

Leaving from the Magic Tower Square, Roland first found the Lamb Girl Hotel. After entering, he soon came out again, and at the same time cursed in his heart that the boy Betan actually found such a place.

Although it is also in hotel business, the actual selling point is the prostitute worker. A woman in exposed clothes is waiting for customers in the hall. No wonder she is called Lamb Girl!

However, Roland still booked a room inside. After all, Beta said he wanted to meet here, and the two of them were not talking secretly like other games. At present, this is the only way. I can only look forward to booking a new meeting point after meeting, and at least I have to find a more serious place.

Walking on the street, Roland wanted to ask someone where to find information better. As a result, pedestrians on the street would avoid him in advance when they saw him. At first, he thought he was a nasty face, but then he felt that it shouldn't be.

This city has a large population, and now there are a little more people on the streets than before. With a population of nearly one million, it is impossible for everyone to have familiar faces.

Then the problem lies with me.

dress up!

Although the magic robe Falken gave him was not of high quality among magic equipment, there was a faint flow of magic elements on the white fabric, and even ordinary people could see something.

Well... He found a tailor shop on the street. When the boss saw a magician coming in, he was startled at first, and sweated coldly and didn't dare to say anything.

But then I found that Roland spoke very kindly, so I gradually felt relieved.

After measuring Roland's height and measurements, according to Roland's requirements, he prepared a set of clothes for ordinary people in a well-off family.

Afterwards, Roland put the magic robe into the system backpack and asked the tailor shop owner where the easiest place to find out the news was.

As a result, the boss told him a place called "Graysha" tavern.

After coming here, Roland finally knew why this place was the easiest place to find out about it.

A tavern that covers a large area, the first floor hall for drinking alone covers an area of ​​approximately 2,000 square meters.

More than a dozen giant rock load-bearing columns also supported the second floor of almost the same area.

There are many people inside, bustling together.

After Roland came in, he did not attract much attention.

He has not used magic now, nor has he worn a conspicuous magic robe. He looks like an ordinary person no matter how he looks.

It was very noisy here, and the drunkards chatted loudly, laughed, and even cursed each other.

There are also many drinking maids, wearing cool clothes, accompanying the drunkards, showing off their own charm.

The air is filled with hormones and a burnt smell.

Roland found a place where no one sat down. As soon as his butt was next to the chair, a woman with a smell of alcohol and freckles on her face came over.

She dragged the chair and was about to stick to Roland, but she felt a chill all over her body. She looked down and saw that the chair she was dragging was stuck at some point by a layer of white frost.

And the frost seemed to be gradually spreading towards her feet.

She immediately woke up and turned around and wanted to leave. No ordinary person wanted to be involved with the caster.

Roland said, "Please help me invite someone who can speak in this tavern. I will ask him for some help."

Although the tavern was noisy, Roland's voice could clearly reach women's ears.

This woman actually looks OK, and Roland can't appreciate freckles, but many people think it's very cute.

The woman nodded vigorously and slowly retreated. After she got away for a while, she turned around and walked away quickly.

Not long after, a man with a mustache came over.

He had a square brick hairstyle, wearing a black dress, and the fabric looked pretty good. He sat in front of Roland and asked softly, "Sir, are you looking for me?"

Roland nodded.

"I am the second owner of this tavern. It seems you want to ask for some information?" The man looked up and down Roland and said slowly, "You can call me Gru."

"Hello, Mr. Gru." Roland nodded again to greet him. He looked at the noisy surroundings and smiled: "I am Roland, a son of gold."

The player is the Son of Gold. This is the game setting. Like Falken, you know that this city should be clear. I believe that many people should know it.

"Son of Gold?" Gru was stunned for a moment, then opened his eyes wide: "That kind of resurrected son of gold?"

Roland nodded.

Gru suddenly felt a little numb from his scalp.

The enemy is not scary, it will always have weaknesses. But it is terrible to be resurrected. No matter how many weaknesses you have, you will lose them after you die a few more times.

"Where have you heard of us?" Roland asked.

Gru's expression became very heavy in an instant, and he said, "A month ago, there were two gold sons in our city. Later, they had a grudge with a certain nobleman. Although the two gold sons died many times and their strength was greatly weakened, they also successfully killed most of the noble's private soldiers."

So awesome... I had a conflict with the nobles as soon as I came here, so those two players were too reckless.

Roland's curiosity surged: "What about now?"

"The nobles cannot fight head-on with the irresistible enemy, so he took his family and the remaining private soldiers and planned to return to the royal city. The two gold sons chased after him." Gru looked helpless: "The two gold sons are very persistent in revenge. Whoever will vent, persuade them, or ignore the threat, and say that they will not give up if they don't kill the noble."

After hearing this, Roland was a little surprised that these two players actually killed many people.

They actually made a move! These NPCs are obviously no different from real people. If you kill them, wouldn’t it feel like you are really killing people?

Isn't it awkward to mind?

After thinking for a while, Roland shook his head and did not consider this issue for the time being. He said to Gru: "This time I come, I want to ask if you know how to join the Magic Society?"

Gru looked at Roland in surprise for a while and said, "Of course I know. Most people need certificates, but you shouldn't."

"Why?" Roland said in surprise: "But I was stopped by the guards."

"If you know how to use magic, go directly to the board of directors of the Magic Association, Lord Aldo, who can give you a certificate of entry."

"It's that simple?" Roland was a little surprised.
Chapter completed!