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

He pa.s.sed Britney, attracting everybody’s attention.

After all, Roland was wearing a magic robe, and whoever dared to stand out at this point must know what he was doing.

“Chairman Redding from Encart City?” Roland smiled at him. “h.e.l.lo. I was going to visit you.”

“You are…?”

Redding observed Roland. This Mage must be capable since he was not timid when so many big shots were staring at him.

At least, he was very calm, and the magic waves he released were balanced, indicating great talent.

If possible… it would be great if he could be hired as an a.s.sistant in Redding’s Magic Tower after being taught a lesson. Since the Golden Sons could be resurrected, he would take over the dangerous magic experiments.

“I’m Roland, chairman of the Magic Tower in Delpon. I’m on an instructional trip with a few apprentices, and I was going to communicate with you on magic. I didn’t expect to meet you here.”

Roland spoke peacefully with a gentle smile and a missing right arm, but for some reason, all the n.o.bles felt that he had a sharp edge.

“Roland? Chairman?” Redding was stunned. “Did you build this opera house with the magic apprentices in only a day?”

Roland nodded. “Yes. My apprentices are untalented and exhausted from the journey, so it took them almost a day to build this, when they should’ve completed it within half a day.”

Hearing that, everybody from the Vienna Opera Company held back their laughter, amused when Roland pretended to be modest while he actually complimented his apprentices.

Redding nodded casually. “It’s indeed not bad.”

Despite his calmness on the surface, a tsunami was surging in Redding’s heart.

It was unbelievable enough that such a high-quality open-air opera house could be built in one day, but the guy said that the time cost could’ve been shortened to half a day.

He was quite p.i.s.sed by the blatant bragging. He had thought that the young man was a promising cub and intended to recruit him. Little did he expect that the young man was actually a wyvern in a cub’s skin.

There was nothing that Redding could do except to pretend that nothing happened.

“Speaking of which, we can totally be friends.” Roland smiled and continued, “I’m very close to Chairman Tobian, who offered me many spell models for free. He’s a great chairman.”

Redding was surprised. This young man knew his brother? Then he realized something. “You’re Roland? The guy who created the derivatives of Hand of Magic?”

“That’s me.” Roland smiled modestly. “I didn’t know that Chairman Redding knew my name too.”

Taking a deep breath, Redding, who had been expressionless, smiled for the first time and said, “Chairman Roland, I’ll be waiting for you in my Magic Tower. I’m sure we can be friends.”

After that, Redding shrugged at the mayor apologetically, before he stepped away in a hurry.

The n.o.bles all exclaimed. They didn’t antic.i.p.ate that Redding, who had a powerful supporter, would chicken out. Who was that Golden Son Mage?

The vague smile on the mayor’s face faded. He looked even more awful than before.

He looked at Roland, not exactly unkind but definitely not friendly.

Roland smiled shyly and stared back at him.

About a dozen seconds later, the mayor looked at Britney and said angrily, “Okay, you’re good. But we will never watch a performance together with civilians. So… off you go. There’s no need to wait three days.”

The mayor turned around and left with the p.i.s.sed n.o.bles.