Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Roland left the miaodao club after training for the entire morning.
Before he rode off on a public bike, Qi Shaoqiu stood in front of his bike, took out a cigarette pack, slipped out a cigarette, and lit it up. He asked, “Are you coming in the afternoon? Training is like rowing a boat upstream, no progress means retrogression. If you have spare time, continue coming here in the afternoon. Don’t you want to learn faster?”
Roland shook his head. “I have other business in the afternoon.”
Then, Roland rode off on the bike. He certainly did have other business in the afternoon. Right now, there were more and more strategy and insight threads on the forums. For example, on a country’s geography, environmental conditions, and social customs, and the secrets of some NPC organizations. These were all worth taking note of for Roland—he might be able to use such information in the future. And apart from these things, he had to understand the fighting style and experiences of other classes.
Although Roland always felt that this game wasn’t as simple as it seemed, players were undying and their actions were occasionally imprudent, so there would definitely be conflicts in the future.
If he didn’t understand the other classes at all, when a conflict really happened, he would be in a terrible bind.
After watching Roland ride off on the bike, Qi Shaoqiu turned around and surprisingly discovered that his little sister was also pushing out a bike.
“What are you doing?” Qi Shaoqiu asked curiously.
Night Tide Sands said indifferently, “Going to buy groceries.”
“Didn’t you buy some early in the morning?” Qi Shaoqiu found this a little strange.
“Can’t I suddenly have a craving for something?” Night Tide Sands said sourly, then rode off on the bike.
Qi Shaoqiu shouted at her from behind, “Then when are you coming back to make lunch?”
Night Tide Sands ignored him.
QI Shaoqiu sat down dejectedly on the clean cement floor. The four teenage relatives walked over and asked somewhat worriedly, “Cousin, is she not going to prepare lunch for us?”
“Go, go eat at your own homes.”
Qi Shaoqiu spoke bitterly. He took in another intense puff and then breathed it out.
Oh… Although the four youngsters hesitated for a while, they still left in the end.
Qi Shaoqiu waited for roughly an hour, and seeing that his little sister hadn’t come back, just when he planned on calling for delivery, he saw his little sister return. Inside the basket of the bike, there were two kinds of vegetables and a book.
Exalted, Qi Shaoqiu went to greet her and shouted, “Little sister, you’re finally back. I thought you didn’t care if I was dead or alive.”
While he was talking, he peeked inside the basket and found that written on the cover of the book was “An exquisite breakfast packed with affection to make your lover’s burst with joy.”
When Qi Shaoqiu saw the title of this book, he suddenly felt muddled… His own little sister, so innocent and unaffected, was actually pursuing a damned fat pig on her own accord—he was truly heartbroken.
When Night Tide Sands discovered her older brother’s subtle gaze, she blushed and stared at him fiercely.
Qi Shaoqiu immediately pretended he’d seen nothing.
After Roland returned home, ate lunch, and took an afternoon nap, he then started to browse through the forums as usual.
He browsed through the forums until he entered the game.
Inside the Magic Tower, after he did derivations of Language Proficiency for roughly two hours, he felt somewhat dizzy so he stood up.
Outside the window, the majority of the city was dark. Only in the direction of the castle was there a field of bright light.
A party seemed to be in swing over there.
“It’s probably the people from the headquarters that ran over to the mayor’s residence for free lodging,” Roland muttered amusedly.
In reality, he guessed right. John was the one who held the banquet going on at the castle right now. The purpose of this was to welcome Bard and the others.
A noble and a mage, such an identity was well regarded anywhere… except with players.
The banquet at the castle was joyous, harmonious, and lavish. Countless cups, ten times the price of the untouchables, contained red or yellow fruit wine. The nobles took delicate sips and feigned expressions of pleasure, and then bragged with each other.
Meanwhile, on the balcony of the second floor, John and Bard were overlooking the group of people inside the banquet hall, their expressions somewhat ruminative.
Bard sipped on fruit wine and said, “These people have noble identities but don’t have noble souls. They’re not interesting at all.”
“What is considered a noble soul?” Bard asked laughingly.
“One like Mr. Bard’s,” John said, “with the status of both a mage and a noble. Only a soul like this is considered noble, whereas they are just empty shells, feeble souls, puppets with no self, inferior to even commoners.”
Bard swayed his own wine cup lightly. “Mr. John, your standards are too strict. I think they’re quite all right.”
“If it were one month ago, I would also have been able to accept their incompetence.” John sighed. “However, after seeing what true talent looks like, I discovered that these people really are of no use. They can’t protect the city or campaign for the country, and now they don’t even want to pay taxes.”
Bard laughed lightly. There weren’t many nobles who wanted to pay taxes. This was quite normal.
Then, he asked curiously, “What exactly caused your views on them to change?”
A hesitation. He didn’t seem to want to speak about this, but after a while, he still said slowly, “Recently, two people came to our city, and a later investigation found that they were both Golden Sons.”
“Wait, what are Golden Sons?” Bard asked in surprise.
Eyes wide, John stared at him. “You don’t even know the background of the Golden Sons?”
Bard shook his head then smiled. “Mr. John, can you tell me about the Golden Sons?”
“Golden Sons are undying humans from another plane.” John laughed and said, “They’re inclined toward neutral good…”
Bard was greatly surprised. “What did you say? Undying—that’s impossible. This is probably unconfirmed information.”
John instead looked at Bard with a strange gaze. “How’s it impossible! I saw with my own eyes, even after those two guys were diced into mincemeat, their bodies could reappear from the Church of Life. I find it rather strange—logically, the capital should be quicker to catch on and more abundant with news, how come you guys don’t know about the advent of Golden Sons?”
Bard still felt that this information was absurd, but John didn’t seem to be lying to him and had no need to do so.
“Mr. John, can you explain to me in detail about the Golden Sons?”
After roughly half an hour, John finished explaining. Bard stayed silent for a long while, and then he abruptly gulped down all his fruit wine, his posture and expression no longer appearing graceful but more nervous.
“Is one of the Golden Sons called Roland?”
John nodded.
Bard was stunned. He slowly sat down on the chair and seemed to be pondering something.
John looked at his appearance and grinned slightly, “I also heard gossip that some nobles secretly hid the corpses of the Golden Sons after they died. It’s rumored that some tried the taste of them—they seemed to have special effects!”
Bard’s eyes froze. “What effects?”
“They became younger by several years!”
