480 I Think Its the Royal Familys Trick (2/2)

”You are really a smart man. You know what's going on around you even though you're devoted to studies.” With the same gentle smile, Alfred said, ”Actually, not just the Red Magic Tower, the members of all the other Magic Towers are mostly from Fareins too.”

Roland didn't say anything.

Slightly surprised at Roland's calmness, Alfred went on, ”You are a Golden Son, and you don't really have a homeland, so I'm sincerely inviting you to join Fareins. You will be nominated as a baron as long as you're willing to come.”

A noble title was very hard to earn, especially one in Fareins, the most powerful country in the world.

Roland was briefly stunned. He had thought that Alfred would ask him how he could instantly cast Prismatic Spray without cutting its damage, or that he wanted him to surrender other spell models that he had modified.

He never expected that Alfred would try to invite him to join another country.

After a moment of consideration, Roland shook his head and said, ”Sorry, but I like Hollevin better.”

Delpon was his base that he had run for two years and invested so much money and effort on. If he went to Fareins, all his work would be in vain, and he had to start all over.

That would be very wasteful and exhausting.

Besides, Andonara, Vivian, Cage, and his other friends were all from Hollevin.

If he went to Fareins, they definitely wouldn't feel happy about it. Why bother?

”Why? Hollevin is just a small country. It's even smaller than a marquis's dominion in Fareins. A man like you deserves a broader world than Hollevin, where your talent will be restricted.”

Roland's refusal was within Alfred's expectation.

If he weren't in Roland's shoes, he wouldn't change his stance and nationality so easily either.

Although the Golden Sons didn't really have a nationality, they had all first arrived in Hollevin, so it was natural that they regarded Hollevin as their second motherland.

Since a mere noble title didn't work, he had to increase his leverage. ”After you become a baron, you will have your own dominion and you can enlist your own army. Considering your gift, I believe many nobles will be willing to marry their daughters to you. In a few years, you may even become a marquis. By then, you will have a territory that's even bigger than Hollevin. Won't that be great?”

A local Mage of this world would definitely be thrilled when they were offered such terms, because the noble title of Fareins was really tempting.

For the people of many other countries, Fareins was the most prosperous, affluent, and civilized country in the world. It was almost a paradise on earth.

The right to live in such a beautiful country as a revered noble was something that a lot of foreigners dreamed of.

But Roland was different. As a man from an alternate dimension that was in the information age, he didn't find the identity of being a noble appealing.

There were nobles and upper classes in the information age too.

But all their ugliness was revealed in a pandemic.

The president of a certain civilized country went back on his word and manipulated the stock market with inside information to make a fortune.

He also claimed that he knew the pandemic better than anybody else, and many of his supporters were indirectly killed as a result.

There was also the prince of a certain country where the sun never set. He was almost forty, but he couldn't even make ends meet without his mother, and he had to sell family properties.

That was exactly the disadvantage of the information society. The real nature of the upper class and the elites that were admired and bragged about in the past had been fully exposed to the bottom-level people who struggled to live.

Many of the beautiful bubbles had popped and past dreams had been destroyed.

Therefore, Roland no longer felt that nobles and upper-class were good words.

Besides, what most nobles did in this world had made Roland further believe in his impression since he started the game.

He smiled. ”Thank you for your appreciation, Great Elder, but I still like Hollevin better.”

Alfred slightly frowned.

He saw a hint of disdain hidden in Roland's smile.

He didn't think that Roland was mocking him, but for some reason, he felt that he had been mocked.

After a brief silence, Alfred asked, ”Is it because you're unwilling to let go of Queen Andonara? You're free to take her to Fareins. I don't think the royal family will dare to take her back from Fareins.”

”They will never come to take her away.” Roland shook his head. ”Great Elder, I think you should stop trying to convince me. I'm a nostalgic man and prefer a stable life. I don't like changes. I do appreciate your kindness, but I won't join Fareins.”

Alfred stared Roland in the eyes, only to discover that his student wasn't lying.

This student really didn't want to come to Fareins.

”What a shame.” Alfred sighed and said, ”Roland, go back to your cabin and think about it. You're going to spend a long time in the Magic Tower anyway. I hope your mind will be changed someday.”

Roland rose and nodded slightly at Alfred as a courtesy. Then he left the captain's room.

After Roland left, Murphy walked out of the inner chamber in the captain's room. ”Why is he so pigheaded? He's a Golden Son, not a native to Hollevin. Why is he so loyal to the country?”

”I think it's because of the beautiful queen. All young men are lustful. The royal family of Hollevin must've bound him to their country with the queen.” Alfred thought for a moment and said, ”Do you think it's possible to set him up with our widowed First Princess?”