Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Although Bard’s expression was still quite arrogant, Roland was acutely aware that the pride in Bard’s eyes had diminished by quite a lot.
As expected, this world emphasized strength: pure, plain strength. If you were stronger than them, even an arrogant person had to curb their temper.
However, Bard still spoke in a tone ride with ridicule and resentment.
Roland sized him up for a moment and admitted with a smile, “Yes, we can revive. Why can’t we rely on such a great ability?”
Bard laughed lightly. “Don’t you think that’s quite shameless? Originally, in battles, things like courage are precious only because of the threat of death. The fact that you Golden Sons can revive is a dire insult to the courage of others. An insult to those who face you directly, to those who fight you.”
Upon hearing these words, Roland smiled. “According to your logic, you nobles are also a bunch of good-for-nothings, knowing only to maintain your meager existences based on the glory of your ancestors. If you have the guts, separate from your family and make a living as a commoner, and don’t rely on your status as a noble. How about that?”
Bard frowned, feeling his stomach ache a little.
The person in front of him was quick-witted. If he criticized the other side for cowardice, the other side would criticize him for being useless, unwilling to take a loss. It matched with the information he had acquired—Golden Sons were a group that didn’t care about nobles at all.
Although Bard was proud, he wasn’t an extremely obstinate and inflexible person. Since the other side currently had strong sentiments against him, he would retreat for the time being. He immediately smiled and said, “Your argument is quite interesting, but don’t let other nobles apart from me hear, or else they’ll never stop bothering you.”
After hearing these words, Roland revealed a smile, contemplative with a trace of mockery.
Bard shivered on the inside from this look. He was even somewhat irritated, but he couldn’t vent his feelings. He no longer smiled. He was, after all, the son of a great noble family from the capital. He was already quite out of sorts not being regarded as the center of the world, and now a Golden Son directly attacked him verbally.
He took a deep breath and said expressionlessly, “I have some matters to discuss with you that’s unsuitable to talk about outside. Besides, as one of the masters of the Magic Tower, aren’t you going to invite me in?”
“Please come in.” Roland still wore that contemplative smile; his tone when he spoke was also quite odd.
Bard was even more enraged at this. He very much wanted to leave but he still endured it.
Finally, the two of them found a table on the second floor and sat down face to face.
Bard looked around. “You’re not very good at showing hospitality. If you’re not going to serve pastries and delicacies, at least give me a cup of fruit wine.”
“I don’t know how to do these things.” Roland shrugged indifferently. “Besides, you’re not worthy enough for me to do so.”
“Are you deliberately baiting me?” Bard asked with narrowed eyes.
Roland was indeed deliberately baiting this man. Only under an infuriated state will certain people reveal their true nature. This is why the majority of prominent figures had a calm personality.
They didn’t want their nature to be seen through and their weaknesses seized.
Roland smiled. “No way! I simply don’t like you.”
“As it happens, I also dislike you a lot.” The rage inside Bard was getting fiercer and fiercer; he almost couldn’t hold it in anymore. “I’ve only come to ask you this: do you sell your flesh?”
Roland’s mouth gaped slightly.
These words were truly too shocking, at least for Roland.
Soon after, he started to feel his balls hurt and his butt clench, black ink even dripped from his dark and sullen face.
“Do you want to die!?”
Roland said this one word at a time, fuming with rage. At the same time, he mobilized large amounts of mental power and a giant transparent blue hand appeared above their heads, ready to smash down any time.
Roland was level four, and after completing the dungeon quest, he received a large amount of experience. He only had about ten percent more experience to earn to get to level five.
And there was a disparity in level—Bard was only level two. Moreover, Roland’s character attributes’ growth interface was the template of a Golden Son belonging to the Commander level, with high attributes, multiple abilities, and multiple specialties.
Bard’s was at most of the Elite level attribute growth.
Some basic information could be found on the official website of the game, including the character attributes template level.
According to the information provided by the official website, the class templates from low to high were: Normal, Elite, Genius, Commander, Overlord, Demon God, Divinity.
The players’ overall attribute growth was considerably high. From a certain perspective, they could be considered as mid-level bosses.
At this moment, Roland’s imposing manner was quite terrifying. Bard felt like he was facing a massive human-shaped dragon. He swallowed and said in a hurry, “I have no ill intentions.”
“You can leave now. Do so before I break both your legs.” Roland stared at him unwaveringly.
Bard got up and left without hesitation.
Bard left the Magic Tower with the two magic apprentices, his expression sullen. He was very furious and he very much wanted to go back and beat up Roland for boldly frightening him, the son of a great noble family.
However, he only thought about this… he wouldn’t dare go back.
The magic apprentices following at his side were already frightened to the point of breaking out in a cold sweat.
“Bulls**t,” Bard cursed as he walked. “This Roland’s got problems. What’s the big deal with trying to buy a piece of his flesh with gold coins, did he need to act so murderously? I knew I shouldn’t have come to him.”
Meanwhile, at this moment, Roland was rubbing his forehead. He originally wanted to infuriate Bard, but unexpectedly, Bard infuriated him.
Mainly because Roland felt Bard’s acting was too real, the thirsty expression that emerged from Bard’s eyes—Bard definitely wanted to buy his chrysanthemum1.
Nobles were disgusting creatures, as expected.
I can’t beat you or win in an argument, so I’ll be your “good friend,” is that how things work?
Afterward, Roland discovered that he received a system notification.
“You’ve comprehended ‘Mental Deterrence (specialty)’.”
What? Roland clicked on the details of this specialty.
Mental Deterrence: When you are in the state of casting and in the state of anger, you will launch a psychological attack in a radius of level x10 to all living things, regardless of friend or foe. The success rate is determined by the level difference between the two parties, as well as the difference in resistance. An intelligent living thing that fails to pass the exemption verification will fall into a state of panic.
Panic: all character attributes decrease by 10%.
This specialty… looked quite impressive, but after Roland pondered it, he found that it wasn’t practical.
Since he had to be casting and infuriated… this didn’t conform to the battle style of mages.
When mages fight, they need to remain calm and cast suitable spells at the right time and place in order to achieve the perfect results.
In a state of fury, a mage with sparking flames in the left hand and a large fireball in the right, shouting out the enemy’s name and crazily bombarding the enemy—there was absolutely no aesthetics in this… Wait, it might seem a little cool.
Perhaps, it would have surprising effects in some special situations.
Obtaining a new specialty was a good thing anyhow. Roland was in a slightly better mood now. He was about to conduct magic derivation experiments, but he received another system notification.
Don’t tell me I learned another specialty.
With these thoughts in mind, however, he discovered that it was Betta who @ him in the guild system.
“Brother Roland, come to my house, there’s something wrong.”
Though there were only a few words, Roland sensed a seriousness in this.
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