196 Uneasy Kaka (1/2)

The stranger seemed rather cocky.

He reminded Roland of Bard when they first met. At that time, Bard was as condescending and sarcastic as this man.

But Bard's attitude gradually changed after all the incidents that followed, and he and Roland finally became friends.

So, Roland had deja vu when he saw the man, as if he were back to months earlier.

”Felwood, why are you in my manor?” Bard seemed unhappy, if not angry.

The man slowly walked toward Bard and mocked, ”Isn't it perfectly normal for an older brother to care for a younger brother who is about to be kicked out of the family?”

Roland was slightly surprised to hear that.

Bard looked at Roland guiltily and said, ”Stop being a hypocrite, Felwood. You should be the happiest to see that happen.”

”Hahaha!”

Felwood burst into laughter, then focused his eyes on Roland. Observing him for a while, he asked weirdly, ”A Golden Son?”

He seemed both disrespectful and somewhat scared.

So, the smile on his face became very odd.

At first, Roland didn't understand why he was wearing such an expression, but then he realized that it was probably because of the players that Antis mentioned.

Stabbing themselves for money, resurrecting again and again after death, and running about naked, the players did leave an impression that they would do anything for money. But they also made everybody envious because they never died.

Furthermore, Roland was dressed differently from the previous players, who were all Warriors or agility classes.

Roland was a Mage, and every spellcaster was revered even if they were from a different race.

For example, even though people hated orcs, nobody dared to underestimate a Shaman diplomat in the human world or make any racist comments in front of him.

Thinking that through, Roland smiled and said, ”Yes.”

Felwood observed Roland for a while longer and said with much less mockery, ”Mr. Mage, you probably don't know the latest news yet, but your friend, my brother, is about to be kicked out of the family. If he lied to you, you're free to visit my manor. It's not far away from here. Anybody on the street knows where it is.”

It was blatant poaching. Young Bard's face was dark as if it had been dyed with ink. He glared at Felwood furiously and clenched his fists, but in the end, he didn't do anything.

Roland nodded. ”Got it.”

His voice was as casual as before. There was no telling how he felt.

Felwood couldn't figure out Roland just yet. After waiting a few seconds, he looked at Bard with a gloating smile, before he returned to his carriage and left.

Bard didn't say anything until Felwood's carriage disappeared at the end of the street.

Roland heaved a sigh and asked, ”How many brothers do you have?”

”Two,” Young Bard said. ”He's my second brother.”

”When Antis's envoy arrived, we were all in my father's manor,” Bard said. ”He mentioned your name, so I came to you.”