Chapter 448 - The Man Who Changed the Rules is Back (1/2)
Little John received the invitation and came to the party as well.
But no one spoke to him, and many people saw him and pretended not to, including some of his relatives.
Little John had thought that Roland had invited him here for no other reason than to humiliate him.
He didn’t care. He could endure it.
Unexpectedly, Roland received him normally, without being overbearing or saying anything shady.
This made John Junior uncomfortable, so he stayed alone in a shadowed corner, watching his mother and sister talk with Queen Andonara and other n.o.blewomen.
He snorted, thinking that his mother and sister were traitors and that the two of them were so close to the enemy when their father had been dead only a little over a year.
They had no conscience.
However, he forgot that his mother and sister had watched them, father and son, give up, even to the point of sacrificing their lives.
It was just that Roland and the others didn’t have the habit of scourging women and children.
This was what allowed the mayor’s wife and daughter to live, and they were now living well and comfortably.
John Junior felt like a hero suffering in silence who would lurk until he found Roland’s weakness and a chance to counterattack.
At that time, he would return all the humiliation that Roland had brought upon him with a proud att.i.tude.
He had come to the banquet tonight because he had heard that many Golden Sons would be attending as well.
He came to see if he could rope in one or two, and even if he couldn’t, it would be good to get on decent terms.
Perhaps one day he could borrow their strength. Only Golden Sons could deal with Golden Sons.
But watching events unfold, John Junior despaired.
It took capital to rope in people, and his capital was that he was the rightful heir to Delpon and that he could promise a lot of things.
But with Roland’s enchantment techniques… any advantage of his own was gone.
Capital was something that needed to be compared.
Who would the average person prefer to work with, a super talent who could enchant and improve equipment to the epic level, or a so-called heir who lost his influence?
This didn’t require any thought.
John Junior felt that the whole world was dark, without even a bit of starlight.
The banquet was held successfully, and in Roland’s parties, there would be a secret “after-party.”
When the time was up, everyone was ushered out.
Generally, after the banquet, the guests wouldn’t be happy without this kind of reserved event.
After all, a party was a social occasion in itself.
But now, they felt that it was worth it.
The fact that Roland was a brilliant enchanter was great news.
And Roland not only advertised himself with the n.o.bles, he also acted on the lower rung.
He went to the capital the next day, found the chairman of the Guild of Bards again, gave him a hundred gold coins, and asked the Guild of Bards to help him spread the news that he knew the auto-repair enchantment to any country or city the bards could reach.
And every month after that, another 50 gold coins would be given to the Guild of Bards to fund this operation for six months.
The chairman of the Guild of Bards beat his chest and said excitedly that he would take care of all this properly.
Roland then left the guild and went to the Hibiscus family.
He had wanted to see Betta, but Dinah had received Roland herself and said that Betta had left three days ago.
Dinah was now a little more beautiful, and at a glance at her level, she was already level five. It seemed that the effect of the Water of Light on the improvement of the Saint Samurai’s talent was very obvious.
Looking at Dinah’s rather bitter and disappointed eyes, Roland felt a little surprised.
Wasn’t it only a while ago that Betta was thinking of breaking his “body of magic” in the game? How come such a nice little beauty was right in front of him, but he didn’t touch her?
Though it was strange, Roland wasn’t going to get into Betta’s personal affairs, especially emotional ones.
After a casual conversation, Roland returned from the capital to Delpon and then talked to Charles.
Charles was significantly more arrogant than Douglas, but not so annoying to the point where he didn’t want to do business with him.
Fourteen pieces of equipment along with the materials. The crafting fee was also paid upfront, which was rather impressive.
Since Douglas didn’t care about Charles cutting the queue, Roland naturally didn’t either.
All he had to do was the processing; he had gotten the money anyway.
And this time, not only was there more equipment to process, but Roland was also more familiar with the feel of the circulation of auto-repair. Then he discovered that there was actually a pattern to auto-repair, and the reason why he couldn’t catch the pattern earlier was that there were other “energies,” or action mediums, mixed in with divination magic.
Time!
Time is a concept to us—invisible and untouchable.
Because of it being high-dimensional, defining it by thinking in three dimensions was in itself confusing.
It was like an ant crawling on an elephant’s body and seeing what was indeed an elephant’s hair, but only hair. The elephant’s form, weight, internal flesh and blood, bones, were not visible.
Then the ants recognized the elephant as a layer of skin and hair.
As three-dimensional beings, our definition of time is like an ant’s definition of an elephant.
The exterior definition is right, but the essence is wrong.
Using the little that was seen before to define and apply to low-level divination magic could occasionally work, which could also be called a light-bulb moment.
The so-called enigmatic feeling.
The reason why Mages could come in contact with time was mental power, which was actually a kind of evolution.
It was the key to mankind’s evolution to higher dimensions.
Roland’s mental power was almost the strongest among the professionals of his level, and as he kept practicing the auto-repair technique, it was as if he was constantly ramming his shoulder against the door of time magic.