Chapter 88 - Buying a Piece of Your Flesh (1/2)

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 n.o.bles 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 n.o.ble. 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 n.o.bles 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 n.o.bles 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 s.h.i.+vered 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 n.o.ble 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 b.a.l.l.s hurt and his b.u.t.t 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.