Then Beta chatted with the two local mages, and in his spare time, he guided them on minor problems regarding mages. These things were all extremely basic theories for Beta, but for the two of them, they always felt enlightened.
After all, the information they came into contact with was different, and so were their horizons. On the game forum, every time there was a new idea, or an idea, or even a new thing that was explored, it would be announced. Many strange and wonderful ideas and a lot of secret knowledge were born or appeared because of this.
In the game, Beta was recognized as a master of magic theory and a creator of magic arrays, and his reputation was not much worse than that of the strongest mage, Roland. Moreover, he was the first player to own a territory, which made his reputation almost overshadow that of the 6.
But the 6 was the 6 after all, and they did a few major things later on, continuing to sing their legend in the game.
After the three of them chatted for a while, Beta suddenly looked out of the window. At this time, City Lord Cole had already come down to the reception hall. He first gave a speech, which was nothing more than some ordinary welcome speech, and then started chatting with the other guests.
This meant that the banquet had officially begun … At this time, both Benedict and Aisha looked a little ugly.
Because the mayor had actually skipped the introduction of Beta. He had just talked with Beta, and now he had forgotten about it? No one believed that the other party's memory would be so bad, so there was only one possibility: Mayor Cole had done this on purpose.
This was already a very clear indication … It was no wonder that both Benedict and Aisha looked a little ugly. They were facing a Master, not an ordinary spellcaster, and this Master was also a lord. This behavior of the mayor was not only irrational but also seemed to be mixed with some malice.
Beta, on the other hand, understood Mayor Cole's feelings very well. He was also a lord, and he also knew very well how uncomfortable he would feel when there was an uncontrollable strong person wandering around his territory.
But understanding was one thing, this did not mean that Beta had to endure such slightly malicious neglect.
He stood up, and this action immediately made the two next to him a little panic, but when they saw that there was no angry expression on Beta's face, they were relieved at the same time.
Next, the two local native spellcasters expressed their solemn invitation to Beta to stay in their family or magic tower for a while, absolutely guaranteeing that he would feel at home. Aisha even winked at him flirtatiously.
In the space, Emma was so angry that she smashed the cup in her hand heavily, while Shirley just sneered faintly.
Emma and Beta did not spend much time together, so she did not have much confidence in Beta, for fear that he would be seduced by shameless women.
But Shirley knew very well that Beta was actually a very principled person. Although he had a strange relationship with the mayor's wife and the butterfly lady, in fact, this was something that could not be helped. As Beta's scabbard, as long as he was willing, she could serve him at any time, anywhere, but he had never asked in this regard.
Shirley was very clear about her advantages. After all, she was a divine avatar created in the image of the goddess Woking. Her appearance and figure were impeccable, and no one in the mortal world could compare to her. She even intentionally or unintentionally showed off her charm to Beta.
But even so, Beta had not made a move on her in reality. At most, after being pulled into the nightmare space, he would have a muddled session with her.
Even a "hot" woman like herself could be tolerated by Beta, so she did not think that Aisha, a woman whose average strength was slightly lower than hers, could attract Beta's interest.
In fact, that was indeed the case. Although Beta understood Aisha's intentions, he was not interested at all. He already had enough women around him, and his relationships were messy enough. If he brought a few more back, he would definitely be chopped into meat paste by Blondie and Whitey …
Pretending not to know Aisha's intentions, Beta got up and walked out of the room. He then walked to the first floor with the two mages following closely behind.
When they arrived at the first floor, the moment the three of them appeared, they immediately became the focus of everyone. Normally, a new spellcaster would usually be introduced to everyone by the host of the banquet, but the lord did not do so.
But for the first time, the Lord did not do so. Almost all the nobles present seemed to understand something. Many of them even looked at Beta with faint smiles as if they were looking at a clown.
Naturally, Beta also sensed the slightly malicious gazes of others, but he was unmoved and even wanted to laugh … In the game, when he wasn't a lord yet, he had experienced even more repressed discrimination than this, and he could endure it all the same. This was nothing to him at all.
But the two local spellcasters next to him did not have such a good attitude. They looked at the people around them with cold eyes, and the small nobles who met their eyes all turned their faces away.
People were divided into groups. Beta had blond hair, blue eyes, and was extremely handsome. No matter how one looked at him, he looked like a successful young noble from abroad. Handsome men were usually hated by people of the same gender, and most importantly, he had offended the local lord.
As local nobles, these people naturally sided with the lord.
In addition to being local nobles, Aisha and Benedict were also spellcasters … and in their view, the identity of a spellcaster was far more important than that of a noble. Therefore, their butts would naturally lean towards Beta's side.
Castellan Cole was in the crowd, and when he saw Beta being ostracized, he was quite happy, but he did not show it. He also saw that Beta seemed to have the intention to leave, so he immediately went up to him.
"Sir, why are you in such a hurry to leave?" After all, Cole was a Warrior, and even his walking speed was a little faster than that of ordinary people. "Am I not a good host?"
Warriors had always given people the impression that they were rash, careless, and did not know how to speak. But Beta, who had eight years of experience in the game, knew very well that this was actually just an illusion.
Most Warriors, in fact, were actually the type of people who were careless, and even belonged to the type of people who were wise but stupid. If one underestimated them because of their behavior, it was easy to be "tricked" by the other party.
Cole's words sounded normal, but in fact, he was roasting Beta on the fire. At a noble banquet, if there was no special matter, leaving without saying goodbye was definitely a very unpleasant thing. With just a simple sentence, he labeled Beta as "rude and rude."
If it were an ordinary noble lord, most would be a little depressed when encountering such a thing, but Beta was different. He was not a pure noble; he was also a spellcaster, a powerful spellcaster.
He had once told Kail that things like etiquette and rules were often used to be torn apart. As long as one had great strength, the so-called constraints and so-called customs did not apply to one at all.
The same was true for Beta. The strength of a Master gave him confidence. "Yes, your banquet is very bad, and I don't like it, so I'm going to leave first."
The indifferent tone sounded in the banquet, and almost all the nobles opened their mouths slightly in shock. It was the first time they had seen such a "straightforward" noble not leaving any face for the host.
Lord Cole was so angry that his face alternated between green and blue, but he did not say anything and could only watch as Beta left.
In the space of Mystra's Mansion, Shirley and Emma were convulsing with laughter. Both of them knew that Beta would not swallow humiliation, but they did not expect that Beta would do things so directly and generously, without the slightest bit of coquettishness.
Benedict and Ayesha, on the other hand, felt that this was normal. There were not many Master Spellcasters in the world, and he was still so young. It was very likely that he would become a Legend.
It would be strange if such a strong person did not have a temper, but instead swallowed humiliation like ordinary nobles, relying on eloquence and charm to turn the situation around.
All three of them left the mayor's mansion, and Benedict once again invited Beta to be a guest in his family, but Beta refused.
At the same time, Beta also refused Ayesha's "enthusiastic" invitation.
He could see that Aisha was quite interested in him, but he knew very well that the hospitable desert beauty most likely wanted to borrow his seed.
The people of the desert, who grew up in this harsh natural environment, had a strange and persistent pursuit of power … and excellent bloodlines were more likely to give birth to excellent descendants.
Many times, the husbands of the desert people would send their beautiful wives to the strong, and as soon as they showed signs of pregnancy, they would call their wives back, and the children they gave birth to would be raised as their own.
This was a strange way for the desert people's families to be strong … It was not blood that kept them close, but often, it was the feelings they shared day and night.
Beta could see that Aisha was interested in him, but it was not completely love at first sight, and it was most likely that she wanted to borrow his seed.
After understanding this, Beta's refusal became even firmer.
Watching the somewhat disappointed Aisha leave, Beta returned to the hotel.
Joan Of Arc flew in from the window, said hello, jumped onto the bed, and began to sleep. Recently, she had become more and more drowsy.
And Beta thought for a moment, wondering if there was anything he had not finished today. He was about to go to sleep, but he frowned slightly and then relaxed.
Not long after, there was a soft knock on the door.
"Come in."
Two seconds later, the door opened gently, and a man wrapped in black cloth, revealing only a pair of brown eyes, walked in.
It was a "rat".
Beta looked at the other party for a moment and then asked, "It seems that you have news."
"We have indeed collected some information." The rat's voice was a little hoarse, his pupils drifted down unconsciously as if he didn't dare to look at Beta, and there was an inferiority complex oozing from his body posture.