Chapter 40: A Small Conspiracy
Hela pushed open the window, and bright sunlight shone in through the window. The gray crow on her shoulder also cried excitedly in the sunlight.

"Morning."

Behind her, Roland climbed out of bed, yawned, and spoke lazily.

Hela turned around, with most of her body still bathed in the sunlight, and revealed a small smile.

"Good morning."

Roland blinked his eyes. When he shook his head and regained some consciousness, Hela had already returned to her normal state.

"what happened?"

She looked at Roland and asked in confusion.

"No, it's nothing."

Roland shook his head and replied casually as he walked to the table and sat down.

Hela blinked and walked over to sit opposite Roland.

Roland spoke as he sorted out the mess of materials and scrolls he had left on the table last night.

"What do you want for breakfast this morning?"

"What do you want to eat?"

Hela asked back.

“Hmm, good question.”

Roland paused, continued to clean up, and added.

"I don't know either. Let's go outside and see if there's anything delicious there."

"Ah."

Hela nodded and silently put away the books on the table.

She placed a bookmark that Roland had made for her on the book she hadn't read last night, closed it, and sorted out all the reference books around her.

After both of them had packed up, Roland waved his hand and put all the things into the space ring.

Roland was not comfortable leaving his things at the hotel.

After all, there is no security here. Once Roland and Hela leave, who knows if someone will sneak in and cause trouble.

Therefore, apart from some worthless daily supplies, Roland carried everything with him, such as various books and supernatural materials.

"Let's go."

After packing up his things, Roland walked out of the room, followed closely by Hela.

When the two walked out of the room and went to the hall on the first floor, a figure attracted Roland's attention. At the same time, a faint perception passed across her face.

Roland glanced at him briefly.

A wild Knight of the One Ring?
In the empty hall, his presence was particularly conspicuous.

Although he didn't know why he was here, Roland didn't care about it. He took Hela out to find food.

As for his perception just now, since he was relatively restrained and simply sensed his external aura, it was in line with the unspoken rules among the extraordinary people. Roland didn't want to pay attention to him until he showed obvious hostility.

However, although Roland didn't want to pay attention, the other side came forward.

Looking at the approaching Knight of the First Ring, Roland subconsciously protected Hela behind him, and a spell model quickly took shape in his body.

Looking at the two people in the picture slowly walking down the stairs, the tough guy who was planning to come over to check the situation himself couldn't help but curse in his heart.

Damn it, I got cheated.

As a person who can thrive and even become famous in the underground world of Port City, in addition to his strength, the most important thing for him is to be cautious and never provoke any powerful extraordinary person.

He was able to do this because he was willing to spend money. He bought a book on how to use mental power from a wild magician on the black market. After studying it, he was able to roughly perceive the strength of other extraordinary people.

As soon as Roland and Hela came down, he took a careful look.

Roland and Hela's displayed strength immediately stunned him.

Such pure and huge magic power. With such pure magic power, how could the two of them be ordinary wild mages?

He swallowed, he was considered a well-informed man, even without mentioning the astonishing purity, judging from their revealed power, they might be second-ring spellcasters.

Especially the man walking in front, he might be a third-ring spellcaster.

A spellcaster of this level, even if he is a wild wizard, is not someone a wild Knight of the First Ring can afford to provoke.

Damn, those bitches, you call these two people ordinary apprentices with no skills?
He wiped the cold sweat from his face nervously, holding a box in his right hand, gritted his teeth and walked up.

"Is something wrong?"

Roland looked at the sturdy man in front of him who was sweating coldly and said defensively.

The burly man in front of him forced a smile and spoke in a low voice.

"Respected Spellcaster, I am here to apologize to you."

"Oh?"

Roland raised his eyebrows slightly, looked him up and down, and said.

"What are you thanking for?"

The sturdy man handed the box to Roland and whispered.

"Sir, I was deceived and sent someone to follow you yesterday. This is a small token of my appreciation. Please accept it."

"That man yesterday turned out to be your subordinate."

Roland glanced at the box, and after seeing through the box and confirming that there was no danger, he reached out to catch it and spoke slowly.

"Did those useless descendants entrust you with this?"

The sturdy man nodded awkwardly.

"I'll take the stuff. I'll leave early tomorrow morning. Tell them, if you want to kill me, hurry up. I don't have time to play boring games with them. Just a friendly reminder, if you don't want to die, don't get involved."

Roland put the box into his space ring, and after saying these words, he took Hela and left the hotel.

Watching Roland leave, the sturdy man breathed a sigh of relief. After glancing around the lobby and making sure no one had heard their conversation, he hurriedly left the hotel.

"Bang, bastard, you dare to look down on us!"

In the luxurious room, a noble heir who received the news slammed the table hard and shouted loudly.

"We must teach them a lesson."

Beside him, another noble heir said with a dark face.

"Do we really want to do this? What if the family finds out?"

In the corner of the room, a noble heir spoke cautiously.

"What are you afraid of? The worst that can happen is that you'll be confined for a few days."

"Yes, this is no longer an ordinary wild mage, we must use a powerful punch!"

"So what did you do?"

The atmosphere in the room gradually became frenzied.

Finally, the noble who had initially threatened to strike hard slammed the table and shouted.

"Let's do it! Humph, we have hired three second-ring spellcasters and two wild mages, Cricket. What can they use to fight me? We will definitely catch them all. Those who are willing to work with us raise your hands. If you don't want to, leave."

The others looked at each other and raised their hands one by one.

Although not everyone wanted to do this, when one person raised his hand, they followed the crowd and made the choice.

No one chooses to leave.

Although the consequences of leaving were not mentioned, everyone present knew that once they left, it would mean leaving this aristocratic circle that clung to each other for warmth.

They can't afford the price.

(End of this chapter)