Chapter 39 (1/2)

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

The guards did not know how to apply for the certificate?

It was rather tricky. Generally speaking, the staff of an organization should know the basic rules of the organization. But since the guards were unaware of it, it meant that the organization did a great job protecting its secrets, or simply rejected outsiders.

Roland felt that the second possibility made more sense.

So, his primary task was to figure out how to join the a.s.sociation of Mages and what tests he needed to pa.s.s.

Roland left the square and found the inn named Lamb Girl. But he soon exited the inn and cursed Betta for finding such a place.

It was an inn on the surface but was actually a brothel. A bunch of s.e.xy, seductive women were waiting for customers in the lobby. No wonder it was named Lamb Girl!

However, Roland still made a reservation. After all, Betta said that they would meet here, and Roland couldn’t talk to him through private messages as he could in other games. He had to propose a different rendezvous when they actually met again.

Roland intended to ask where he could find sources of intelligence, but everybody kept their distance from him. At first he thought it was because he looked strange, but he then realized that this didn’t make sense.

There were a lot of people in this city. One couldn’t be familiar to all one million people living here.

So, the problem must be himself.

It was his clothing!

The magic robe that Falken gave him was not of a high quality, but even ordinary people could vaguely see the flow of magic elements on it.

Well… He found a tailor shop on the street. The boss was too frightened to even speak when a Mage walked in.

But then, he gradually relaxed after seeing how friendly Roland was.

He measured Roland’s height and size and prepared a set of common clothes for him.

Then, Roland stored the magic robe in his Backpack and asked the boss where he could get information.

The boss told him about a tavern named Gray Sand.

Roland knew the moment he arrived why the place was a source of information.

It was a fairly large tavern. The first floor for drinking took up almost two thousand square meters.

The second floor, which was about the same size, was supported by a dozen enormous stone pillars.

Many people were crowded together in this place.

Roland’s arrival did not catch too much attention.

He was not using magic or wearing the eye-catching magic robe, so he appeared to everyone as an ordinary person.

The place was noisy. Half-drunk customers were talking, laughing, and even cursing blatantly.

There were also many escorts who were entertaining the customers with their s.e.xiness.

The air was filled with hormones and desires.

Roland sat down in an empty corner. Hardly had his b.u.t.t touched the chair when a smelly, freckled woman approached him.

She was about to stick herself to Roland, when she suddenly felt cold. She lowered her head, only to discover that her chair was rooted in place by ice.

Also, the ice seemed to be spreading to her feet.