"What should a qualified spellcaster do?"

This does not mean that Roland wants to do what the other party said. He is just curious about what kind of performance the qualified spell caster in this game world should have.

John smiled heartily: "A qualified spellcaster, of course, has established his own connections and power. This is inseparable from the support of our nobles."

"Can you explain it in detail?" Roland made an invitation: "You also know that our sons of gold come from other planes, which are very different from your customs."

"The nobles and the formal mage have an indescribable relationship." John leaned back slightly, leaned on the back of the chair, and said, "The formal mage cannot do without the support of the nobles, and the nobles are also the help of the formal mages, just like the relationship between fish and water."

"Who is the fish, who is the water?" Roland asked with a smile.

John was stunned for a moment and shrugged helplessly: "Is it necessary to be so clear?"

“Of course there is.”

There was a silence in the room for a while, and finally John stood up, and he said with a wry smile: "Your Excellency Roland seems to have some opinions about me?"

"Maybe, I have an opinion on all the nobles in this city!" Roland chuckled: "It's just a group problem, it has nothing to do with you."

"Your Excellency is so tough that it is easy to narrow the road."

Roland laughed and said, "It doesn't matter. At worst, you can change your city and continue to learn magic. In this world, the number of nobles will definitely not exceed five percent."

John's face was a little subtle: "Are you sons of gold so tough?"

"No, in fact, most of us have very good personalities." Roland's eyes seemed to reflect an inexplicable brilliance: "It's just that some things are hard to see, but they can't find a chance to vent."

To this extent, there is no need to continue speaking.

John was still very graceful, and even patiently said a few social etiquette conversations, and then left the magic tower.

Not long after, Vivian knocked on the door and walked in.

The girl's face was a little worried. She stood in front of Roland and said, "John is the son of the city lord. Will there be any danger if you offend him, you will offend him?"

"Don't worry, if it affects the interests of the Magic Tower, I will leave on my own initiative." Roland said lightly.

Vivian was anxious and waved her hand hard: "Brand President, I didn't mean that, I just worried about you!"

"I know." Roland replied softly, and there was no angry or impatient feeling on his face.

Vivian looked at him seriously and made sure he was really not angry, so he felt relieved.

Then she asked curiously: "Brand President, why don't you like Lord John? He is a rare good person among the nobles and is very good to the common people!"

"Very good?" Roland asked in a calm tone: "How is it a good way?"

"I won't bully civilians casually. I will occasionally see civilians in trouble, and I will stretch out my hands little. It's quite rare."

hehe!

Roland chuckled twice, and a sarcastic sneering sneered at the corner of his mouth: "He is the son of the city lord, that is, the city will belong to him in the future, right?"

Vivian nodded.

"According to our Golden Son, even in such a feudal era, the county magistrates in this city have the responsibility of keeping peace." Roland sighed: "But there are nobles in the city who harmed his people, and they swallowed him without caring about them. There are evil people outside the city who kill people in a serial killing, specifically targeting girls, he doesn't care. There are tens of thousands of beggars in the city, and he doesn't care. Even the infrastructure of the city and even the city looks are in a mess. He doesn't care. He doesn't do anything, smiles all day long, and occasionally does so-called little kindness. Is such a noble worthy of my attention? Even my friendship with other nobles is much higher than that of him."

"Oh... you are quite strict with each other."

Roland sighed: "This is not harshness, but the concept that most of our gold sons have. They don't even protect their own people, ignore them, and only care about collecting taxes. If they are left with us...ha!"

Vivian's heart was beating around. She felt that Roland, who looked sarcastic and even a little righteous and slandered, had extremely attractive charm.

Then she left the room with a blushing face, and she didn't dare to stay for too long.

In the Magic Tower, we continued to deduce language magic, and then the day passed in full, climbed out of the virtual game cabin, went to the forum to read other players' game strategies and experiences, then had breakfast, and walked to the shared bicycle to the outside world.

It was still very early at this time, just after seven o'clock.

Under the iron greenhouse, four students were already practicing knife routines.

As soon as Roland arrived at the door, Qi Shaoqiu walked up.

"It seems that you are planning to learn swordsmanship, otherwise you won't come here at this time." Qi Shaoqiu took out another cigarette and lit it, took a sip, held it in his mouth for a while and sprayed it out: "I still said the same thing, the tuition fee is 30,000 yuan, it cannot be reduced."

Roland likes the other party's straightforwardness: "I also have a question to ask, your surname is 'Qi', what is your relationship with General Qi? You can't be a descendant."

"Of course not. According to our family tree, we are just General Qi's personal soldiers, and he gave the surname Qi." Qi Shaoqiu scratched his hair, looking a little annoyed: "I guess you don't want to learn this when you hear this. You could have lie to you, saying that we are descendants of the Qi family, but thinking about the ancestors who have not deceived people and made random relationships, we descendants naturally cannot do anything."

Roland laughed and said, "No, I want to learn more anyway. If you say you are a descendant of General Qi, I will turn around and leave immediately."

Qi Shaoqiu looked at him with his eyes narrowed: "You are quite strange. Come in."

Roland heard in the yard, followed Qi Shaoqiu and came to a red brick room next to the greenhouse.

The house is not painted, but the windows are installed, and a girl can be seen working inside.

As he got closer, he smelled a very pleasant smell of food, and Roland sucked gently.

Well, it’s the taste of boiled noodles, and there seems to be a medicinal aroma.

Although Roland had breakfast, he felt a little hungry when he smelled the fragrance.

"Little sister, some students are going to register." Qi Shaoqiu pushed open the door, entered inside, and shouted: "You can collect the money with your mobile phone."

Roland also came in, and then he realized that there was a big black pot on the stove in front of the girl.

The inside of the pot was rolling, and the noodle soup was actually light brown. Next to the stove, there were two balls of Chinese medicine wrapped in white cotton. The outer layer of the cotton was wet, and there was a vague heat rising.

Noodle soup made with Chinese medicine?

Roland was a little surprised.

The girl turned around and looked at Roland, her bright big eyes full of confusion: "Is there really a sucker who has to pay 30,000 yuan in tuition?"
Chapter completed!