Chapter 37 (2/2)

After thinking it through, Roland ignored them and observed the environment.

It was a flat plain with a river behind the city. In the darkness, a streak of light extended into the distance.

Only a place with enough water could support such a magnificent city.

Soon, the snake meat was ready. Betta sprayed some salt on it.

He gave a skewer of meat to Roland.

Roland had to admit that Betta knew what he was doing. The snake meat was crisp and delicious.

However, it did not taste as smooth as the spider legs.

After they were full, Betta began to practice basic sword arts.

He was not a smart person, but he had gotten good grades through hard work. By his estimation, it shouldn’t be hard for him to be admitted by a top-tier college.

Diligence was his habit. But wasn’t it embarra.s.sing to practice basic sword arts in front of strangers?

Of course not! He had taken part in too many speech contests in school.

For Betta, making a speech with exaggerated tones and expressions in front of hundreds of listeners was definitely an embarra.s.sing experience.

However, he dealt with it gracefully. Practicing sword arts in front of the travelers was not challenging for him.

Roland, on the other hand, began to practice Language Proficiency.

Magic waves spread out, failed, and spread out again. The other travelers watched Roland gasp in pain without saying anything. Roland had never cared about how other people viewed him even when he was in Red Mountain Town.

Under normal circ.u.mstances, a Mage would’ve pa.s.sed out after so many consecutive failures.

Yet, Roland was still vigorous. He rested for a while and continued.

The merchants and guards were amused by Betta and Roland’s exercise in the middle of the night.

Who were they showing off to?

But four hours later, all the travelers had left was admiration.

They did not know many things, but they did know that it was better to work hard than not to.

It was already dawn. The guards on the wall put out their torches and opened the city gate.

Everybody stood up. Roland and Betta stopped practicing, too.

They waited for the merchants to go in first. After all, the merchants arrived earlier.

But surprisingly, the merchants and their guards did not move but gazed at Roland and Betta.

“They’re hinting that we should go first?” Betta was surprised.

“They must be awed by your n.o.ble ident.i.ty,” said Roland. “Hierarchy matters in this world. As civilians, they dare not walk ahead of you.”

Starting at the silent travelers, Betta felt uncomfortable. He said, “It doesn’t feel right.”

“Let’s go, young master.” Roland smiled and said, “You will waste more of their time if you dawdle.”

“Okay!” Betta sighed and walked into the city first.

Roland followed him.

The merchants and their guards were all greatly relieved seeing the two of them enter the city.