378 Im Very Disappointed (1/2)

The guys from the Black Sand Gang tried their best to inform the celebrities.

Roland hadn't given an order to the Black Sand Gang for a whole year, so Gru certainly wouldn't miss this opportunity.

The whole city turned lively. Many celebrities who were invited accepted the invitation quickly, but after the messenger left, they immediately visited their friends and discussed what Roland's possibly malicious invitation meant.

After all, Roland killed the fellows from Silver Wings the moment he returned. Though those guys were soon resurrected, it was obvious that Roland had won the internal conflict among the Gold Sons.

The nobles who chose the right side were delighted, and those who didn't were greatly worried.

The neutral parties were concerned too. They had no idea what Roland was going to do next, but since Roland invited so many people, he was clearly going to change some of the rules.

The whole city seemed to be caught up in a wave of anxiety.

In the evening, a heavy rain fell. Raindrops the size of beans hit the ground crazily, leaving puddles all over the street in no time.

Nobody wanted to go out in such weather.

However, Roland's messenger had made it clear.

No excuses.

No excuses? Why?

Roland claimed that the banquet would be held in the square before the Magic Tower, which was too small to accommodate all the guests.

But if the banquet was held in the square, how long could they keep themselves dry in the storm even if they had umbrellas?

They might catch a cold if they were drenched.

Chances were that Roland was only screwing them over by doing this.

Some people, enraged, looked at the storm and sneered. They stayed at home and pretended that they weren't invited.

But some others sighed and asked their servants to prepare umbrellas and carriages, before they set off for the Magic Tower.

Old Conan Doyle was one of them. Looking at the storm outside, he heaved a helpless sigh.

His wife said, ”Roland is obviously giving you a hard time by inviting all of you to a banquet in such terrible weather without accepting any excuses.”

”I know, but I don't have a choice. I chose the wrong side. Now that he's back and sent an invitation to me, our family may be wiped out if I don't go.”

His wife exclaimed in panic, ”How dare he!”

”Why daren't he? He's a Mage,” Old Conan Doyle said painfully. ”Even the royal family never did anything after he took the queen. Why do you think we can resist him? We're old enough to die now, but our children deserve a future.”

The woman sobbed with red eyes.

She thought that her husband probably wouldn't return from Roland's banquet.

”Don't cry yet. I don't think he'll go that far,” said Conan Doyle without any confidence. Then he spoke to the butler. ”Let's go.”

The storm was so powerful that the top of the carriage kept rattling.

Conan Doyle closed his eyes; his body was shivering along with the carriage.

He was completely at peace. For an old man who was ready to die, nothing could scare him anymore.

After a long time, the carriage stopped, and the butler said, ”My lord, we're here… But something is not right.”

”Something should be wrong.” Conan Doyle lifted the curtain of the carriage and said, ”Roland said no excuses, and a huge storm has come in. It's not strange that he predicted the storm as a Mage. Or rather, he may have personally evoked the storm to teach us a good…”

Then, Conan Doyle's face froze too.

He saw the most magnificent light before his eyes.