After Roland finished all this, he rummaged through Cheskoff's wizard robe.
By the way, Cheskoff is Karl's superior wizard in the Waste Development Bureau. He is a standard Suze man with a tough mind - but in the face of Roland's visceral divination that directly searches for memories, his toughness
Will plays no role.
The amount of information in one month's memory is very large - even if some of the details that were not noticed are blurry, it can already tell Roland a lot of things.
Through his memory, Roland easily unlocked the combination lock on his wizard's robe. Excluding the useless spellcasting materials and some change, Roland found a total of four Hades coins and six silver coins.
This is enough for Roland's plan.
Although the Ming coins will definitely not be spent, these silver coins are really not a small amount of money.
The currencies of most countries in the North are made according to Elkart's standards, and even if there are some content differences, they are basically not too far apart. After all, only gold and silver coins of similar weight can be used as casting materials.
This is the rule set by the sages and saints of Elkat. One gold coin is equivalent to thirteen silver coins, one silver coin is thirty copper plates, and the silver content of about three hundred silver coins is equivalent to one pound of silver -
-This conversion ratio is equivalent to the conversion ratio between years, months and days. Because of this, these three currencies were also blessed by the saints and gained their own unique characteristics, allowing them to exist as spellcasting props.
The purity of coins is arbitrarily modified by various countries.
Generally speaking, the military salary of a black iron-level elite infantry for thirteen months a year is only about sixty silver coins. Six silver coins is not too much, and it is definitely not too little.
Roland held the six silver coins and pondered for a moment, then wrapped his frozen head in Cheskoff's wizard robe and stuffed it under the bed, covered the vase full of broth with frost and prayed
After cooling down a bit, he put it back in place and jumped out of the window.
Later, Roland went around and spent two and a half silver coins to buy a black gauze scarf, an exquisite hand basket and a hairnet studded with gemstones.
Next, Roland walked to a sparsely populated area, knocked out a tightly-clad woman from behind, and let the Embrace of Sleep suck some of her blood. Then he made some subtle adjustments to the shape of the black robe, making it
It makes Roland's figure look more slender.
Then Roland turned around and walked into the hotel again.
After entering the hotel through the main entrance, Roland finally realized why there was no magic dust pollution here.
On the ceiling of this hotel, crystal chandeliers made of magic dust were scattered throughout the corridor, and the walls were covered with living murals containing magic.
Roland couldn't help but feel lucky that he didn't go out just now.
Who would have thought that a dead person would just bump into the Wizard's Inn?
These living murals are the masterpieces of cursed wizards. Except that they cannot leave the frame, they are indistinguishable from living people. Each one of them is just like a surveillance camera.
However, there is no problem now...
As long as Rolando asks for some hot soup, and then mixes the human meat soup he cooked into it. Invite people in other rooms to eat, and even let the coolies with groupers on their faces outside eat together, and easily eat the amount of meat for one person.
There is no more.
Not counting internal organs and bones, there really isn't much meat in the human body.
But he didn't cook the skull that Roland put under the table.
In order to prepare some appearance props for Ms. "Brain-eating Demon Hellan", a complete head is necessary. And a head is not big. Roland can easily pretend to go out and take it away, and then hang it in the subway after use -
—I believe the people from the Waste Management Bureau didn’t find it so quickly.
Seeing Roland walking into the hotel, a neatly dressed waiter immediately walked towards Roland.
This is not possible in hotels outside the White Tower. Not to mention waiters, even the hotel owner cannot take a bath every day. That is the exclusive preserve of nobles and priests.
Only in the White Tower's official wizarding hotels in various cities, those excellent waiters who specialize in serving wizards and wizards who love cleanliness can be so neatly dressed.
"This guest, are you staying in a hotel or..."
"I'm looking for someone, and I'll bring you some broth, thank you."
A soft voice came from under the cloak.
She's a girl. She's not very old——
Although all kinds of guests had their faces covered, the waiter responded correctly based on his voice alone.
He immediately frowned.
...It’s not like those nightingales trying to get rich wizard masters again, is it?
"First tell me clearly, who are you looking for? And who are you..."
Before he could finish speaking, Roland pulled down his hood, revealing his delicate face.
A silver coin was quietly put into his hand.
When the two hands touched, the natural aroma of flowers and plants came from the other person's body, and the waiter's heartbeat suddenly accelerated a bit.
A noble lady?
So, is it true that you are physically strong...
But when he heard the noble-looking girl say the next words softly with a cold face, his heart that had just been burning quickly cooled down: "I am Hellan, Hellan Alexev.
Na. I'm looking for that idiot Ceskoff... If my information is correct, he should be on the first floor."
The waiter knew Cheskov Ilyich Belyak, a wizard from Suze.
He was an official employee of the Waste Development Bureau, a powerful wizard who had broken through the limits of human beings and reached the bronze level. And I heard that he had just come from the eastern front, and the bloody smell on his hands might not have dissipated yet.
He knew the name of the Ceskeoff wizard, and he called him by his first name in such an unkind and even contemptuous tone. I am afraid that the identity of this girl in black is something that I cannot touch at all.
"Dear young lady, should I call Mr. Cheskoov Ilyich out, or should I take you to find him?"
The waiter asked tentatively.
"I'm sorry for scaring you. Please take me to find him."
Perhaps realizing what the waiter was worried about, Miss "Hellland" showed a slightly apologetic smile. Her cold expression that made people feel chilled went away, and her voice became much softer.
Suddenly, she seemed to realize something, and handed the waiter another silver coin: "Bring me a pot of hot soup, I need to warm myself up... By the way, try to have as much as possible. If there is any left, I can give it to the door."
Those poor workers outside who cannot afford cotton-padded clothes. Let them also warm their bodies."
"...Miss Herlan Alexevna, you are so generous," the waiter paused and said sincerely, "I have seen many aristocratic ladies giving porridge in other cities, but this one
You can be said to be the first in the city."
"Because the food will be contaminated."
Beyond the waiter's imagination, this aristocratic girl dressed in black, who looked more like a priest than a wizard, spoke out without hesitation what he did not dare to say due to his status.
"But so what?"
Miss "Hellland" raised her head and looked forward far away with her silver-grey eyes, as if she saw the entire White Tower through the city.
The waiter looked at her quietly with some unpredictable emotions, his eyes flashing.
"The law of the White Tower stipulates that in areas outside the Fourth Ring Road, people with no job, no family, and no contribution are workers. If you look at this city, these people cannot work hard with hope for the future.
Right...or, are they really working hard? Anyone who looks at it can see that this city is lifeless, and these people are just messing around."
"Compared to workers who receive compensation for their labor, they are more like prisoners sentenced to hard labor."
Hearing what "Helllan" said, the waiter couldn't help but nodded.
That seems to be the case.
"Then, these people who work in a heavily polluted environment for a day and receive only a loaf of black bread as payment probably don't care whether they can live for ten days or half a month."
"They have no relatives, no entertainment, and no motivation to live. This bowl of broth stained with magic dust will probably shorten their short life span by three or four days. Compared to living in pain in this city,
, I think they might prefer to eat meat and drink alcohol happily and then die laughing with their stomachs bursting."
The waiter's footsteps suddenly stopped.
He raised his head and looked at Hellan, his eyes flashing with a meaningless light.
At that moment, he thought of many people.
"...You are such a warm-hearted and kind person."
The waiter never hated his lack of education for a moment, and thousands of thoughts could only be gathered into this sentence.
If he had the tongue of a minstrel, he would loudly recite the praises of Miss Herland's kindness.
"If you are hungry, you can come to our room to eat when you are free."
Heerlan said gently: "I don't have a warm heart, but I have a lot of hot soup."
The waiter did not hear what Heerland meant, but thought it was Heerland's noble humility, so he acted modestly out of habit.
Because his sudden respect for Herland disturbed his mood, he directly helped Herland unlock the door without even calling Mr. Ceskoff inside.
"Mr. Ceskoff's room is right here... I'll prepare some broth for you."
Behind the waiter, Heerland's eyes were filled with a gentle smile.
It's a pity that he didn't hear the last sentence, which almost saved his life——
"I am indeed a warm-hearted person, I just accidentally got too hot." (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature for better and faster novels! For mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net