Chapter 195 - Quid Pro Quo (2/2)

Therefore, if Roland stored the spell model in his Backpack, it would be impossible for Bard to take it back. “If you don’t believe me, there’s nothing I can do.” Roland sighed.

Though Roland seemed disappointed, Bard was even more so.

He understood Roland’s implication. If he didn’t allow Roland to read the spell model for ten minutes, Roland probably wouldn’t sell the derivative spells of Spell Puppet to him.

Bard was frustrated at the thought of that. Seeing his gloom, Roland said, “Rest a.s.sured. I’ll still sell the derivative spells to you even if you don’t show me the spell model. We’re friends anyway.”

Bard was stunned for a moment after hearing that. Then, he stared at Roland in silence.

After a long time, he gritted his teeth and said, “Okay, I believe you.”

Roland smiled.

“This is not the right place to talk. You can stay in my manor for a couple of days.” Bard stood

up.

“Okay.”

They left the room. Noticing them, Antis, who was still on duty, nodded at them politely. Bard waved his hand at Antis, before he led Roland to a carriage behind the city gate. In the carriage, Roland observed the street through the window.

The roads in the city were broader and smoother than those in Delpon. The buildings were taller too.

More important, the people in the capital, both the n.o.bles and the beggars, seemed to be very proud.

Other than that, the capital was bigger and more beautiful. Roland also saw the imposing walls of the royal palace far away.

Dazzling sunlight was reflected on the ivory walls.

Roland moved his eyes back into the carriage.

Bard, who was sitting opposite him, smiled and said, “You don’t seem to be interested in the capital, do you?”

“As a matter of fact, I am.” Roland said, “But I’m more interested in the teleportation spell right now.”

The capital of Hollevin had a population of about two million. It was a big city in this world but far away from the modern metropolises.

Roland was only enjoying the exotic atmosphere here. For him, this capital was only as large as an eighteenth-rate city in reality, with much inferior infrastructure. There was really not much to look at.

Bard raised his eyebrow but didn’t talk. He could sense Roland’s disdain for the city.

After ten minutes of silence, the carriage stopped in front of a manor.

Hardly had they gotten off when they saw another carriage that rode close and stopped nearby.

Both carriages had a star emblem which depicted a starry sky against a blue background.

Seeing the carriage, Bard furrowed his brow hard.

Then, a young man similar to Bard jumped off from the other carriage. He put on a mocking smile the moment he saw Bard.

“Hey, my good brother, are you still in the mood for entertaining guests?”