Chapter 39 (2/2)

Immediately sobering up, she tried to leave. No ordinary people wanted to get involved with a spellcaster.

Roland said, “Please call the manager of this tavern for me. I have a favor to ask.”

The tavern was noisy, but the woman heard Roland clearly.

The woman actually looked pretty, but Roland did not appreciate her freckles, although many might found freckles adorable.

The woman nodded quickly and left in a hurry.

Very soon, a mustached man walked over.

His hair looked like a square brick, and his black clothes were made of expensive fabrics. He asked Roland softly, “Mr. Spellcaster, are you looking for me?”

Roland nodded.

“I’m the manager of this tavern. It seems to me that you want intelligence, right?” The man eyed Roland and said slowly, “You may call me Gru.”

“Mr. Gru, greetings.” Roland nodded again and smiled despite the noisy environment. “My name is Roland. I’m a Golden Son.”

It was a game setting that players were Golden Sons. Since Falken knew it, the people in this city should be aware of it, too.

“Golden Son?” Briefly stunned, Gru asked, “The Golden Sons who can be revived after death?”

Roland nodded.

Gru immediately felt a strong headache.

Even the most formidable enemies had weaknesses, but an enemy who could resurrect could learn their weaknesses from their deaths until they had no weaknesses.

“Where did you hear about us?” Roland asked.

Gru said with a heavy heart, “Two Golden Sons were in this city a month ago. They had conflicts with a n.o.ble. Although the Golden Sons were killed and weakened many times, they managed to kill most of the n.o.bles’ guards.”

Impressive… The two players were rather bold to challenge a n.o.ble when they were so weak.

Curiously, Roland asked, “Where are they now?”

“It’s impossible for a n.o.ble to fight an unkillable enemy, so he moved to the capital with his family and the remaining guards. The Golden Sons are after him,” said Gru helplessly. “The two are determined to kill the n.o.ble.”

Roland was slightly surprised that the two players had killed so many people.

The NPCs were no different from real people. Wouldn’t they feel like murderers if they killed the NPCs?

Could they be disturbed?

Thinking for a moment, Roland shook his head and ignored it. He said to Gru, “I’m here mainly to ask if you know how to join the a.s.sociation of Mages.”

Gru observed Roland in surprise for a moment and said, “Of course. Normal people need a certificate, but I don’t think you do.”

“Why?” asked Roland in surprise. “I was stopped by the guards.”

“If you can use magic, you can go to Mr. Aldo, the deputy chairman of the a.s.sociation of Mages. He will give you a certificate.”

“Simple as that?” Roland was surprised.

Gru shook his head. “No, it’s very hard. Ordinary people cannot master magic. At least in Delpon, no more than ten out of a million people can become a Mage.”