Chapter 342 - I“m Sure We Can Be Friends (1/2)

Redding was obviously coercing Britney to perform for them using the interests of the community as a whole.

Britney was rather angry. Things had always gone smoothly since she started playing the game. Even if there were obstacles, she had overcome them with her ident.i.ty as a player.

She had never been caught in such a dilemma before.

If she didn’t accept it, the players would blame her for their losses. Even if some of the players could understand her, not all of them would. They would likely admonish her the moment their interests were hurt.

But she was still unwilling to accept the demand. Why would she perform for a few n.o.bles? She considered herself an artist, not a trouper.

It was frustrating enough that the artists had to bend over for money in reality. She didn’t expect that she would experience the same in the game.

Seeing that Britney was hesitating, Redding smiled in satisfaction. “It’s not entirely unacceptable to perform for us first, no? Besides, we can donate some money to you. It won’t be much, but you should earn several dozen gold coins.”

Several dozen gold coins were a lot. They were enough to found a small family.

All the n.o.bles smiled. One or two gold coins wasn’t a problem for them.

They would be happy if that was all it would take for the Vienna Opera Company to compromise.

The n.o.bles weren’t stupid. They had realized that the Vienna Opera Company was trying to demean the n.o.bles by treating them the same as the b.u.mpkins.

It was not just about the performance per se anymore, but about their dignity. It was even safe to say that, if the n.o.bles were to give in on this matter, their n.o.bility would be more or less affected, and certain civilians might have thoughts that they shouldn’t have and be less obedient.

So… they had to fight for it.

“I can donate three gold coins.”

“I don’t have much money, but I have one.”

The n.o.bles chuckled and shouted.

The mayor smiled too. “As the local host, I will donate ten gold coins.”

After he said that, the n.o.bles behind him immediately hooted.

“Our mayor is truly generous!”

“Beautiful lady, are you still not thanking the mayor?”

Britney looked rather awful.

She was of a mind to beat them up, but though they were disgusting, they hadn’t done anything that deserved physical punishment yet.

At this point, whoever attacked first would be unjustified.

The dozens of people from the Vienna Opera Company all stood up and gathered behind Britney, ready to beat the n.o.bles up at her command.

Those n.o.bles could be crushed easily by them, but Britney knew that the problem couldn’t be resolved through violence.

Seeing that Britney was still not giving an answer, Redding sighed and said, “My lady, make a decision now, or I’ll have to make one for you.”

Britney was even more at a loss.

At this point, Roland, who had been sitting the whole time, stood up.