515 Terribly Unreliable (2/2)

The other two women were shocked at this statement.

Beatrice was shocked with delight. She didnt mind having a negative relationship with Roland; rather, it was the perfect way to make him feel a little more affectionate toward her.

Stephanie, on the other hand, was purely shocked. Thats your man. If hes sexually attracted to other women, you wouldnt even be mad at him, youd even help? Im just a little woman, Andonara said smilingly.

Stephanie felt a headache. In her eyes, Andonara was good in every way, but it was her reliance on men that was maddening to her.

Such a strong woman, almost the strongest woman among humans, among the strongest group of professionals, was actually a clingy vine. If Andonara had some independent qualities and joined forces with her, by the time Stephanie sat safely on the throne and gave her a generals post, leading about half of the imperial forces, Andonara could beat up whoever she wanted. Could she not be more powerful than she was now, and much more accomplished?

Seeing the look of pity on Stephanies face, Andonara slowly said, Eighty percent of the reason I became the Legendary Great Swordsman I am today and was able to obtain bloodline-strengthening was thanks to Roland. If it wasnt for him, I probably would have killed myself in the Hollevin palace more than a year ago.

Her words, spoken softly and plainly, were dreadful to Stephanie.

Stephanie was stunned for a moment before she took Andonaras hand and said, Youre my friend forever, and if you were an accomplice in holding down my hands, I would give in even if the man who took advantage of me was an idiot.

Andonara laughed slightly. You wish. Roland isnt interested in you.

You!

Stephanie was furious.

Roland was reading a book on magic insights and taking notes. This was a book about evoking magic, which talked about how to reduce ice magics consumption.

It was quite enlightening for Roland.

This technique could be used for both the Ice Ring and the Ice Domain formed by simply releasing ice breath.

Magic was too vast and profound and what Roland understood was just a small tip of the iceberg. Everyone studied different things, and a mutual exchange was needed, but some Mages were too parochial, and even if Roland actively tried to exchange knowledge with others, many would be reluctant to.

The book was still a few pages away from being finished when Roland suddenly received a chat message from Schuck.

Schuck: I told the Pope what you said, and the pope considered it for a while and began inspecting the Holy Realm-secretly, of course.

Roland: Amazing, you can even influence the pope, as expected of a Saint Samurai. Schuck: We are inspecting the Church of Light internally, and if there really are dark creatures within their own forces, there will definitely be a reaction from the outside, so its up to you to monitor the outside. Roland: Okay.

After replying, Roland finished going through the insights quickly, and then went to Stephanie and asked, First Princess, if I may ask, you probably still have some hidden pawns you can use right now, right? What makes you think so? The First Princess narrowed her thin, long eyebrows. Now that Im so miserable, you think I have hidden pawns?

Roland said matter-of-factly, Because you are the First Princess and the acknowledged next queen, if you didnt have a little something up your sleeve, you would have been eliminated by someone else.

Stephanie turned her head toward Andonara and said, See, thats a Mage, clever and narcissistic, thinking that he must not be wrong. Andonara gently retorted, And is he wrong? No, Stephanie replied bitterly, then removed a silver ring from under her left ring finger. Take it, go to the Guild of Mercenaries, find a dwarf with a red beard, show him the ring, and tell him that you are here to learn the art of combing beards from him. Hell know what to do.

Roland took the ring, waved his hand at the three, and instantly disappeared from the library.

Watching where Roland disappeared, Stephanie sighed. Anna, I owe your man more and more, how do you think Im going to pay him back?

Give him lots and lots of money. Andonara thought for a moment and said, Or, lots and lots of precious magic materials.

Stephanie was a little surprised. Thats it?

Thatll do. Roland is not interested in power and beauty-magic is extremely important, just a little bit less than me.

Stephanie was tempted to say that magic was probably more important than her, but also being a woman, there was no way she could say those words.

That was too cruel.

Roland came to the Guild of Mercenaries.

As the organization with the largest number of branches in the world of intelligence, almost all cities above a small size had a branch, so the Guild of Mercenaries had a large amount of information.

It could even be said that if all the resources of the Guild of Mercenaries were converted, it would be almost on the scale of a strong medium-sized country.

The capital of Fareins was the largest city in the human world and the most prosperous, without a rival.

The Guild of Mercenaries here also had a huge presence, only slightly inferior to the local Association of Mages.

It was also a huge building, and the area of the quest hall alone was as big as two soccer fields. And the height of the quest hall was around sixteen meters.

An intimidatingly large quest hall naturally had a corresponding infrastructure.

In an ordinary Guild of Mercenaries quest hall, there were only three reception counters at most.

But here, there were sixty.

There were many people in the hall, many times more than in the Association of Mages, and even with three thousand tables and more than fifteen thousand chairs, there still werent enough to seat everyone.

A large number of bold, vulgar mercenaries sat together to brag. These people forged in blood rain were the most simple and primitive.

They did not care for formalities. Talking loudly was just the basics; being bare-chested, picking at their feet, and spitting could be seen at all times.

With so many people, air circulation was poor, and with some unhygienic habits, this place should have stunk.

But it didnt.

The floor was a smooth, special magic marble with a huge magic array engraved on it.

The purpose of this magic array was to purify the air and expel the poison so that a large crowd would not be smothered to death in the quest hall.

Roland came to the quest hall, and as soon as he entered, he was attracted by the magic array on the ground, and even forgot to look for the red-bearded dwarf.

He followed the veined lines of the magic array and walked around the quest hall, spending three hours to finish parsing the magic array.

It was slightly rewarding. The concept of this magic array was not quite the same as his style, so it could only be contrasted against the differences but not substantially improved.

But it was an unexpected reward.

His strange behavior attracted the attention of many people, but there were a lot of people among the mercenaries who were much stranger than him, so it didnt cause any commotion.

Roland found a less crowded counter and waited in line for nearly ten minutes before it was his turn.

The pretty girl at the counter was a little nervous when she saw him in his magic robes and said in a quiet voice, Mr. Mage, it is a pleasure to serve you.

Roland asked, Do you know the red-bearded dwarf?

The receptionist was stunned. You must be talking about Wilmot, the red-bearded dwarf who is particularly fond of drinking. If its the red-bearded dwarf, it would be him.

The receptionist asked again cautiously, Are you a friend of his?

Sort of.

Taking a light breath, the receptionist said bravely, Mr. Mage, can you pay for your friends drink? He owes our guild one gold coin, thirty-two silver coins, and seventeen bronze coins for the wine money, and weve temporarily imprisoned him to mine, so hell be released when hes dug enough. But if you can help him pay for the wine, we can release him immediately!

Roland opened his mouth in surprise, not even knowing what to say.