463 Growing in Popularity (2/2)

Bild looked embarrassed as he scratched his head. Although he wasn't convinced by Roland, he really didn't dare to stand up to his uncle.

Heinrich thought for a moment and said, ”Uncle, do you think this man can be roped in into our family? We could offer extremely excellent compensation, for example, to make him a citizen of Fareins?”

”It's impossible.” The middle-aged Mage waved his hand. ”I've heard that Roland is also a Golden Son. You've all heard what bullsh** temper these people have.”

The atmosphere in the room was suddenly silent, and after a while, Bild said slowly, ”If I had known he was a Golden Son, I would have left on the spot and never let him see me do anything bad. No wonder Uncle told us to hide for a few days!”

The middle-aged Mage sneered. ”Now you know to be afraid?”

Bild laughed embarrassedly.

Heinrich, on the other hand, felt himself break out in a cold sweat.

It had been two years since the Golden Sons descended into this world.

In the past two years, they had done a lot of things and made a lot of foreign impressions, but they had also… made a name for themselves.

Even if only occasionally a few Golden Sons came to the Fareins, the noble families of the Fareins had some knowledge of the group.

After all, the Guild of Mercenaries, an organization spread all over the world, could effectively pass on important information.

It was now clear to almost all noble families that the Golden Sons were rather meddlesome creatures, and they were usually so kind that they didn't talk back much, even when they were ridiculed.

But once they saw ”injustice,” or bad things, they would step up, meddle in whatever business it was, and do what they thought was right.

Whether you were a commoner, a mobster, a merchant, a noble, even a royal… if they thought you were wrong, they would meddle and dared to do so.

There were now many nobles who liked to kill people randomly who had had their heads removed by the Golden Sons.

Many of the robbers and bandits entrenched deep in the mountains were swept clean by the Golden Sons, and it was said that, oftentimes, when they heard that a mountain bandit had taken villagers, they spontaneously went to help rescue them, living as if they were saints.

They had just tried to kill the maidservant, so no wonder Betta had stepped forward.

And it was no wonder Roland was so unyielding.

They had probably already triggered what the Golden Sons called ”bleeping.”

Because when the player said ”quest,” it was automatically converted into this sound.

So the inhabitants of this world also naturally used the shielding sound effects when the players said they wanted to ”do a quest.”

After hearing that Roland was a Golden Son and that Betta might be too, Bild and Heinrich decided to give in and hide out at their uncle's place for a few days until Roland's anger subsided a bit.

Time passed day by day.

Roland holes up in room 602 and rested, browsing the forums and experimenting with magic, having a great time.

Meanwhile, the rumors about him were gradually spreading.

After all, Roland's oil-making spell had been a hot topic lately.

The Mage was a money-consuming profession, and children of great noble families naturally didn't worry too much about magic resources.

But for the vast majority of middle-class nobles, or Mages from low-class noble families, money was still something they lacked.

Powerful Mages were rich, but that was after they became powerful.

In the early days of learning spells, Mages didn't have many channels to make money.

Most Mages borrowed money from relatives or invested in joining great Noble families, trading their future for the money they needed to learn now.

But after Roland's Oil-Making came out… they finally had a means of making money.

The price of insect oil from the Astral Plane was quite high, so it wasn't a problem to spend five or six days casting spells to accumulate it and then sell it to make a gold coin or two.

And there were many uses for astral insect oil, whether as cooking oil, or for high-grade fuel, or even for something a little more naughty.

The consumption of it was extremely extravagant.

So even though many people got a hold of astral insect oil, the price of it still hadn't come down.

Many low-level Mages who were short of money had a significantly better time getting by after learning this spell.

This was why they were quite grateful to Roland who had created this spell.

After Roland clashed with the two noble Mages, his name became known to the others, and word slowly spread.

Seven days later, the school year was about to start. Roland emerged from room 602 and walked to the main hall to find the place already full of students.

And when people saw him, the looks in their eyes immediately became much more enthusiastic.

”Look, that's Roland.”

”He really does look like a genius, pretty much what I imagined.”

”He's a great man. I heard that the water-making spell was also created to help us low-level Mages.”

Roland: ”????”