340 Leave Them Be (2/2)

Then, all the players turned around and replied lethargically, ”Of course.”

Then, they resumed their own business, continuing chit-chatting and enjoying the snacks.

If they were battle-type players, they would probably greet and talk to Roland.

But these were leisure players who were mostly singers or singers-to-be in reality. They played the game for a different reason than Roland and other pure players did. They were from a different circle, so they were not excited to see Roland even though Roland was famous.

After that, Roland spoke with Britney backstage and soon got along with the other players.

Andonara and Vivian had a good time talking to Britney too.

Time flew by, and the nobles in the auditorium soon ran out of patience. They sent a servant, asking when the performance would begin.

Britney turned around and said, ”Tell your master that we're not interested in performing when the audience are too few.”

The servant was about to burst into fury, but seeing that everybody here was a professional, he held himself back and returned.

Very soon, a young man in glamorous clothes arrived with four soldiers.

He looked at everybody backstage and asked, ”May I know which of you is Ms. Britney?”

Nobody replied to them. At best, they simply glanced at him and continued doing whatever they were doing.

The young man's face reddened in fury. He shouted angrily, ”Where are your manners?”

Still, nobody talked to him.

The young man was even angrier. He glared at everybody for a while, before he left with the soldiers.

After he left, Britney said, ”Just wait for it. Someone with a great temper will come soon.”

”How are you going to deal with them?” asked Roland.

”We will wait,” Britney said casually, ”until they're willing to open the city gate, or we will leave three days later. There's no need to fawn to those condescending jerks.”

Roland smiled.

At this point, the young man returned to the auditorium and spoke to a rather intimidating middle-aged man. ”Father, those Bards were unwilling to talk. They didn't even bother to look at me. They're too arrogant.”

The young man was rather loud, and everybody heard him. They were all shocked.

The middle-aged man slapped his thigh and asked, ”Are you not exaggerating?”

”No.”

”Those Golden Sons show absolutely no respect for us.” At this point, a fat middle-aged noble injected. ”There are more than two hundred nobles and magnates here. Why can't they offer service to us alone? After we leave, the bumpkins can come in. Do they really expect us to watch the performance together with those bumpkins? That would be too humiliating for me.”

”I'll talk to them in person.” The middle-aged man stood up.

”That's unnecessary.” Another noble who had a mustache stood up and said, ”You're the mayor. Let me go talk to them. I'm the sheriff of this place and a viscount. They have to show me some respect.”

The mayor thought for a moment and sat down.

The sheriff summoned thirteen soldiers and strode backstage.

Seeing that the players were talking and eating lazily, he immediately burst into fury.

”Do the Golden Sons have any basic manners?” The noble was so angry that his mustache was almost standing on end. ”Two hundred audience members are waiting for you, and yet you're enjoying your time here. Do you have any respect for your patrons?”