Chapter 1143 The Difference Between Martial Arts Masters

Due to the different speed of time, one sleep can basically span two days. After Roland arranged for the God's Punishment Witch to take a rest the next day, he took the three of them and drove to the Crown Hotel, the banquet venue in the city center.

"Your Majesty, can you really eat whatever you want there?" Tong En stuck his head out of the back seat and said with bright eyes.

"Of course, it's actually no different from the banquets held by nobles. You should have attended such banquets during the Federation era, right?"

"But those banquets are not for everyone to eat."

"Can't you?" Roland asked curiously.

"Yes," San Milan, who was sitting in the passenger seat, nodded. "Those who can be invited to the banquet are all respectable people. The relationship is more important than eating. No one wants to talk to someone who is full of oil. Who can let go? Eating will only bring ridicule. If the banquet lasts for a long time, most people will choose to eat first before going to the banquet." At this point, she swallowed, "If such behavior will damage His Majesty's face, we will It’s completely bearable.”

Roland glanced at the three people in the rearview mirror who were hesitant to speak and secretly looking forward to it, and couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Don't worry, when have I ever failed to keep my words? This is not the Federation, nor is it In the capital of Graycastle, the roles we play are ordinary people. As long as we don’t disturb others, we can eat whatever we want.”

"Then...can I sneak some food back?" Duoduo said excitedly, "There are many sisters who also want to experience the level of banquets in this world."

"Just don't get discovered." He said nonchalantly, "When the time comes, follow me and don't leave me too far. If you encounter someone talking to you, just pretend you didn't hear it and let me handle it."

"Yes, Your Majesty!" the three witches said in unison.

Almost half an hour later, the group arrived at their destination.

As soon as he entered the gate, Roland felt the difference. Parked around the front courtyard of the hotel were almost all luxury cars, at least worth a million dollars. The neatly cared-up paint was as shiny as a mirror. In comparison, the van he drove was quite eye-catching.

Although the income from robbing the fallen demons is high, it is still several orders of magnitude lower than that of real capitalists. Moreover, in order to not attract attention, the van he bought is only an ordinary brand and will not attract anyone wherever he goes. Look twice. However, here, he became the most eye-catching one.

"Sir, the hotel is not accepting outsiders today. Do you have an invitation letter?" Parking the car at the door, the greeter quickly came up.

Roland took out the card Garcia gave him and shook it.

"Welcome to the Crown Hotel. The venue is on the top floor, and there is a dedicated person in the lobby to receive you." The other party then smiled warmly and said, "Please let me park the car for you."

After all, they are the benchmark for city star hotels. Roland secretly lamented that no matter what these people think in their hearts, they are still polite on the surface.

After leading the witches into the splendid lobby, the three people's reactions were much calmer than he expected. Probably spacious and bright buildings were not uncommon in the Taqira era. After all, luminous magic stones were once all over the upper levels of the Witch Empire. For example, the crystal chandelier above the head, which is worth a lot at first sight, is probably just ordinary if replaced by the palace where the three seats are located. Just something.

Roland felt a little funny when he thought that this magnificent decoration was not as good as a few pieces of cream cake to them. However, the appearance of the witches immediately attracted the attention of several people. It seemed that no matter which world they were in, their appearance was enough to become the focus of everyone's attention.

The subsequent inspection was more detailed. After scanning the card, the receptionist reported a few more sentences through the intercom before handing the invitation card back to him. "Mr. Roland, I'm sorry to keep you waiting. Are these three ladies yours?" …”

"Cousin." Roland shrugged, "Garcia told me that you can bring relatives here."

"I understand, please come with me."

The receptionist sent the three people into the elevator, pressed the button for the top floor, and then saluted outside the door, stroking his chest, "I wish you a good time tonight."

The elevator suddenly lit up after a closed journey, and the wall that originally surrounded them suddenly disappeared under their feet. The afterglow of the setting sun shone into the elevator, and at the same time, the city with tall buildings came into view. The buildings are connected to each other to form an uninterrupted horizon. Even if you look to the end of the field of vision, there are still rows of "walls of buildings."

Only then did the witches let out low exclamations.

"Even if the three holy cities combined are not as big as this one," Tong En whispered, "No matter how many times I look at it, it is hard to imagine that a mortal without magic power could create all of this."

"The miracle building you want to build also has a commemorative meaning in it, right?" St. Milan looked at Roland.

He smiled noncommittally. Although he has not told anyone his past history except Anna, it has become a consensus among Taquila witches that he comes from a place similar to the dream world - otherwise there is no way to explain why he is so familiar with this incredible world.

After reaching the top floor, a huge circular banquet hall appeared in front of the four people.

Except for the ground, its walls and dome are almost entirely made of glass curtain walls. The field of vision is extremely broad. Standing on the wall, you can have a panoramic view of most of the city, giving you the feeling of seeing all the mountains. Being able to hold a banquet in such a place shows the strength of Sanye Group.

The tables in the hall were already filled with all kinds of food for people to take, from cold cuts to pastries, fruits to champagne towers. The guests gathered together in twos and threes, and there were almost hundreds of them. It was obvious that they were here. Not only martial arts masters, but also people from business or political circles.

A banquet with such an upper-class style would have made him feel extremely restrained in the past, but now Roland has long been accustomed to it. After entering the hall, he led the witches straight to the main topic - the tables of meals placed in the back row.

"Wow... this fish fillet is so tender, it just melts in your mouth."

"Is this really grape? Ah, I haven't felt this sweetness for a long time..."

"Stop talking nonsense, you just came to the dream world last month, right?"

"But last time we ate all fast food. Elena, that idiot, only called Kaifeng Cai and Lan Lan Lu."

"Hey, don't just eat. Can you put something in Duoduo's pocket?"

Roland looked at the excited witches who were swallowing their saliva and shook his head with a smile. He suddenly felt that even if the dream world could not bring him any benefits, he should let this place continue to exist - for him, this may be a dispensable realm of nothingness, but for the survivors of Taquila It is said that it is the only place where you can feel that "you are still alive".

Taste, touch, smell... Everything they lost fighting the devil can only be rewarded here.

Before the dinner officially started, Roland looked at the other guests carefully.

The attendees are basically divided into two groups. Those wearing formal attire are basically people from the social circle, while those wearing martial arts association robes are basically fellow travelers. Although this classification is not necessarily accurate. For example, he himself had to wear formal clothes to the banquet because he had just become a formal member and was not given a robe. But in general, no one in the hall was dressed in strange clothes or dressed up in a weird way, which was the same as last time. What you see when you go to Prism City is the complete opposite.

Is this the difference between academy awakeners and wild awakeners?

He couldn't help but think of what Garcia had said.

At that time, Roland was more inclined to the old school. After all, the real enemy of the martial arts family was the fallen demons, and they would fight to the death. Such battles were by no means comparable to competitive sports. As a means of attracting new blood, it can also be said to be an effective and good method, but it is very puzzling to indulge its influence at the top. Martial arts competition does not mean a fight between life and death. Those people should not understand such a simple truth, but judging from the results, it is the new sect that has the upper hand.

He has never been able to understand the reason, but now that he saw this scene in the hall, he suddenly understood...

The members of the association who do not participate in martial arts competitions are basically desperate wild awakeners. They are inherently disobedient to discipline, their image is extremely bad, and their overall quality is not at the same level as these star martial artists. In addition, the opportunity to fight against the fallen demons is not always available, and if you are not careful, you may lose your life, which will inevitably lead to fewer and fewer voices supporting the old school.

I'm afraid we have to wait until the official outbreak in Lan's mouth before the old school can return to the dominant position.

Thinking of the hunting license, Roland couldn't help but twitch his mouth... He always felt that it was a bit strange for the association to issue this thing to a newcomer who had just been in the industry for half a year. Even if his performance was outstanding, he would not be among the top 100 of the association. . But now it seems that not participating in the competition, only focusing on opposing the demons, not seeking fame or fortune, is perfectly consistent with the old school's philosophy.

Is all this the intention of the old-school high-level officials?

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