397 Ans, Who Never Hurts His Compatriots (2/2)
That did make sense, but Susie was still angry.
She was a Sword Dancer, a special hidden class that was a combination of Warrior and Rogue.
The class boasted remarkable stealth and anti-stealth abilities, and could fight head-on battles as skillfully as traditional Warriors.
It was beyond her imagination that, as a Sword Dancer, she had been tailed by a Mage.
She was quite pissed.
”That was very rude of you. I want you to apologize.”
”I'm sorry,” said Roland casually.
Susie almost burst into fury. Roland's prompt apology made her feel that he didn't mean it.
It was like an adult teasing a child.
But she couldn't throw a tantrum at Roland, because Losandel had told her that Roland seemed to be an important person, and that Elder Ans thought highly of him.
”Okay, I'll remember you.” Susie stormed out and slammed the door.
Roland found that both Losandel and Susie were slightly childish.
In the following three days, Roland waited for updates in the inn. Of course, he spent most of his spare time on the forum and with his magic studies.
Three days later, Ans came to this inn.
Asking the waiter to serve fruit wine and cakes to Ans, Roland said with a smile, ”I'm surprised that a big shot like you would visit me in person. I thought you would ask me to meet you in the Elf Forest.”
Ans was as handsome as before, but with more exhaustion in his eyes.
”I dare not let the lawless Golden Sons come to my home.” He had a mouthful of the fruit wine and observed Roland for a while. Then he said, ”Besides, you're growing too fast, which discourages me from inviting you into the forest. I remember that you were barely an Elite a year ago, but you're on your path to mastership now. Are all the Golden Sons as good as you?”
”I'm just lucky.” Roland finished his cup and refilled it. Then he continued, ”I'm here because I need to ask you a favor.”
”What is it?” Ans said with a smile, ”I hope it's not too outrageous.”
”I want the sap of the world tree. One drop will be enough.”
Crack!
Ans squeezed the silver cup in his hand into twisted metal. The fruit wine splashed all over the place, including toward Ans and Roland, but it was blocked by their magic shields.
Ans glared at Roland scarily. ”Do you know what you just said?”
”I do.” Roland nodded.
”Do you know how important the Mother Tree is to us?”
”Yes.” Roland nodded again.
”Then how dare you propose such a request?” Ans smashed the deformed cup on Roland's face, but it was blocked by Roland's magic shield. ”Do you want to die?”
”Of course not.” Roland shook his head and said, ”But I'm not asking for too much. Just one drop.”
Ans rose and was about to leave.
Roland shouted, ”I'm not asking for it for nothing. I can help you do something that you're not willing to do, as long as it's not anything evil.”
”I will never hurt my mother or my kins.”
His eyes slightly widened, Roland asked back, ”Really? Then how did your teacher, the green Druid, die?”