These words made Ans' forehead veins burst out, and even had a great murderous intent to Roland.

But he finally held back and sat back. He looked at Roland seriously again.

He was speculating whether Roland's intention was to threaten himself to do things for him or... After all, in the eyes of politicians, most people's behaviors would have special intentions.

Roland wants to threaten himself, what do you want to do?

But when he looked at it, he found the aura of the same clan on Roland. He was a little surprised: "Wait, you are actually a member of our elves? Are you not the son of gold?"

"I'm the Son of Gold, I don't know what's going on with the elves."

Roland didn't want to tell the expertise of the mixed race.

After all, it is estimated that only players can choose this feat, which is difficult to explain.

"Maybe your ancestors have been united with our elves." Ans said lightly.

He thought that the Son of Gold could come to this world, which means there was a way to go to the Son of Gold. For thousands of years, the trade of elves slave hunting has never been cut off. It is not too strange that an elf woman was sold to an alien plane.

Since he felt the aura of the same clan on Roland, Ains' expression became much more relaxed.

"So, what do you want the blood of the mother tree to do?" Ans looked into Roland's eyes, trying to see if the other party was lying: "I want to hear the truth."

"Destroy Druids, and the Secret Wind Walker." Roland paused, and seeing that Ains didn't react much, he continued, "I want to change my position into one of these two professions."

Ans' expression was very calm: "It seems that you have a certain understanding of these two professions, no wonder you want mother's blood."

Roland smiled and nodded: "I think it shouldn't be too difficult for you, the elder of the elf, to get the sap of the World Tree."

"But why should I help you? Just because you are our tribe member? But if you are willing to come back and swear to stay in the forest forever under the mother's tree and serve the tribe member, I can help you find a way."

Roland took a sip of the juice, and he was thinking about it.

Now a new system interface pops up in his system window.

‘Elf Ans is inviting you to join the Elves:’

'agree!'

'reject!'

Roland thought for a while, shook his head and said to Ans, "Sorry, I still think I am a human."

The system interface flashed and disappeared.

Ans looked disappointed on his face.

If there is a tribe member in the elf who will not die and is quite talented, then there will be a candidate to solve many troubles in the tribe.

Some things that are quite dangerous and even very likely to lose their lives can be done by him.

Then it can also be regarded as an external deterrent.

Ans knew very well that the elves are getting weaker and weaker now. If it weren't for the protection of the mother tree, the elves would have been destroyed by humans.

Finding powerful combat power for the clan is also one of his wishes.

Unfortunately, this Golden Son of Elf Blood is unwilling to join... But Ans was not discouraged. He knew very well that a temporary idea did not mean that he would always think like this for the rest of his life, and that there was a possibility of change.

Now pull the thread up first, and there will always be a chance to lobby him again.

"Okay, since you don't want to come back, let's talk about the serious business." Ans pondered for a while and said, "The blood in the mother tree is very precious. It's not that I can't get it, but it costs a lot. So... what can you provide?"

"We Gold Sons have nothing but combat power. Besides, you elves are not interested in money or something." Roland thought for a while and said, "So I can only promise you that if you encounter a very troublesome thing in the future, it is not convenient for you to take action. I can help you. But there is a premise, it cannot be an evil thing."

The tragic situation of the Black Leaf player is close to him, and Roland doesn't want to end up with that.

Ans pondered for a while and said, "Okay, you stay here for three days. If I don't come to you within three days, you will leave yourself."

"Did you agree?" Roland was a little surprised. He didn't expect Ans to be so easy to talk to.

Ans stood up, chuckled, and turned to leave the hotel.

Walking in Il town, Ans felt quite comforted when he saw the lively scene here.

More than a hundred years ago, there was no town of Il, and it was with his efforts that Il town was built.

This town has solved a lot of trouble for the elves, such as the salt and iron problem, and...information issues.

Moreover, as a buffer between the elves and the outside world, many half-elves will contact the elves that are almost isolated from the world through Yil Town and return to the tribe.

This shows that his political philosophy is right and the teacher is wrong.

Simply protecting one's own tribe and stabbing all nearby races like hedgehogs is a way to die.

But even so, the indirect killing of the master was still a scar in his heart that was difficult to heal.

Watching the elves and humans live harmoniously in this small town, Ans smiled contentedly and left.

Roland stayed in the hotel and continued to study magic. It took three days not long.

But unexpectedly, on the next day, he encountered some minor trouble.

Some nobles began to find fault with him.

Either they duel him or find ways to make him fool of himself, such as giving Roland ten gold coins, asking Roland to dance a striptease, or something.

This is because Roland had just entered the game and was poor and he might have considered it.

But now there are hundreds of gold coins piled in the system backpack. Does he lack this money?

Immediately, a magic whirlwind swept the little noble out of the hotel and fell into a posture of hungry dog ​​eating shit.

At the same time, I also know why there are so many small troubles to come to me.

It turned out that Susie was not convinced that she was being followed, so she spoke out. She would sleep with anyone who could embarrass Roland for the whole night.

She thought that no matter how powerful Roland is, she would not dare to turn against many nobles.

Her strength is her advantage. Since she is not strong enough, she will use her connections to attack Roland.

Roland was speechless, then he slapped the table and stood up, went to Susie's manor, teleported directly, ice rings, sleeping techniques... did not work.

He forced Susie to hold down with the mage's hand, then tied it up with a rope, and hung it on a big tree outside Susie's manor.

He sat under the tree and took out a book to read, and beat anyone who dared to come to save him.

For a moment, a group of young people in Yier Town cried and called for their parents.

The elf sheriff came, looking at Susie, who was actually punished but was not in danger of life, shrugged, smiled at Roland again, and left again.

Susie was hung for three days, without food or water to drink.

The professionals have strong vitality, but even so, Susie almost lost half of her life.

At first she scolded Roland, struggling like a fish that was shored from time to time, but she has been begging for mercy now.

Then on the evening of the third day, Ans came.
Chapter completed!