140 Playing Dumb (1/2)

Could one make a living by being handsome?

Of course! Roland had a classic example of this close to him. From a young age, Schuck had taught him in a series of surprising ways that when a man was handsome enough, just how much imperceptible good treatment one would encounter.

For making the same mistake, Schuck was rarely punished, and when there was something good, he was given priority, and as for girls… fawning over Schuck to the point where he felt it troublesome. Going out with girls, it was always the girls who took the initiative to pay. Now that he was married, there was no need for him to work at all, as long as he paid his ”male rations” in the evening.

Roland had envied and pondered before why he wasn't a handsome man.

Then he realized that there weren't many people in the world who were as blessed as Schuck. Now even the game world admitted that Schuck's attractiveness index had already exceeded the limits of the human race.

But now that there was an opportunity to be a pretty boy in front of Roland, should he seize it?

Of course, he would seize it… people who thought that others who made a living off their looks were incompetent were just envious.

Although even if he turned into a pretty boy, he would definitely not be able to compare to Schuck, no one would mind if they themselves were more handsome or more beautiful.

…Provided that they didn't use surgical means to change their face.

Roland turned off the lights in the room, then sat cross-legged, closing his eyes and entering a meditative state.

After all, in the notes, the most basic introductory teaching was this—calm one's mind.

The light coming in through the window flickered on and off, and after about ten minutes, Roland opened his eyes abruptly, then grimaced as he used his hands to force his legs straight.

They were so numb—almost too numb to move.

He slapped his own legs hard to alleviate the symptoms, all the while frowning, struck by a great deal of frustration.

For someone who had never sat cross-legged, this position would easily cause the blood in the legs to flow poorly.

He rested for a while, and when his legs weren't numb, he began to close his eyes and meditate again.

Only this time, it was even shorter than the last time.

He slapped his legs again and smiled bitterly.

Then, he got off the bed and walked for a while.

When his legs were completely numb-free, he sat down in front of his computer and opened a web page to look up information on how to meditate without resulting in numb legs.

The responses were virtually the same… just sit like that a few more times.

Fine. Roland had given up on cross-legged meditation for the time being tonight.

After browsing the forums for a while, the time came and Roland entered the game punctually.

And now, he was getting tired of staying in the real world.

The real world always gave him a feeling of emptiness and even a little restlessness.

He went to the magic lab and continued to derive the new characteristics of Spell Puppet.

Shortly after, Vivian came in. She placed an invitation in front of Roland and said, ”John Junior sent it over.”

Roland took the invitation and read it. It said that Roland and the other three Golden Sons were once again invited to the castle for a banquet, and it would still be a private one, only this time John Senior would also like to meet them.

Hehe, finally making a move?

John Senior hadn't made any moves targeting the players since he came back, but now it seemed that he couldn't sit still any longer.

It was good to meet the other side. Roland also wanted to see what kind of person the other side was, after all!

In the evening, Roland, along with Hawk and the others, went to the castle for the banquet.