Release that Witch Chapter 1143: The difference between Martial Daoist

Due to the different time flow rate, a single sleep can span two days. After Roland arranged the God Punishment Witches for the day off on the next day, they took three of them to drive to the Crowne Plaza Hotel in downtown. .

"Your Majesty, is there something you can really eat at will?" Tongen poked his head out of the back seat, his eyes beamed.

“Of course, it ’s no different from a banquet hosted by noble. In the Federation era, you should n’t have attended such banquets, right?”

"But those banquets are not free to eat."

"Can't it?" Roland curiously.

"Yes," San Milan, who was sitting in the co-pilot, nodded. "Those who can be invited to the banquet are people with faces and faces. Those who are more important than eat are connected. No one wants to talk to people full of oil, who Letting go of eating will only invite smirk. If the banquet takes a long time, most people will choose to eat first and then go to the banquet. "Having said that, she swallowed," If such behavior will damage the face of Your Majesty's , We can be patient. "

Roland glanced from the rear-view mirror to the three people's restless and secretly anticipating looks, and couldn't help laughing out loud, "Rest assured, when did I talk too much? This is not Federation, It ’s not Greycastle Kingdom Capital, we are just ordinary people, as long as we do n’t disturb others, we can eat whatever we want. ”

"Then ... can I secretly take some food back?" Doudou excitedly, "and many sisters also hope to experience the banquet level of this world."

"Don't be found then it will be alright." He didn't think so. "At that time, you follow me, don't leave me too far, if you meet someone, I think I didn't hear it and let me handle it."

"Yes, Your Majesty!" The three witch spoke in unison.

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

As soon as you entered the door, Roland felt the difference. Parked around the hotel's forecourt, almost all luxury cars, at least a million-level, clean and well-painted car paint shiny like a mirror, compared to the van he drove a bit eye-catching.

Although looting Demonic Fallen has a lot of income, it is still several orders of magnitude worse than a real capitalist, and in a not-so-obtrusive idea, the van he bought is just an ordinary brand and will not be allowed anywhere. People look twice. However, here he became the most striking one.

"Sir, the hotel does not accept outsiders today. Do you have an invitation letter?" The car was parked at the door, and the welcome came quickly.

Roland pulled out the card from Garcia and shook him.

"Welcome to the Crown Hotel, the venue is located on the top floor, and there is a special reception in the lobby." The other side smiled warmly, "Please let me park for you."

After all, it is the benchmark of a city-star hotel. Roland secretly sighs. Regardless of the thoughts of these people, it is still polite on the surface.

Taking witches into the magnificent lobby, the three responded much more calmly than he expected. Probably the spacious and bright building was not unusual in the Taqila era. After all, the light-emitting magic stone once penetrated the upper floors of the witch empire, such as the crystal pendant lamp above the head, which was valuable at first glance, and replaced with the palace where three seats is located.

Roland thought it was a little funny when they thought that this magnificent decoration was not as good as a few pieces of cream cake. However, the emergence of witch caught the attention of several people. It seems that no matter which world they are in, their looks are enough to be the focus of everyone's attention.

The inspection was more detailed after the receptionist scanned the card and reported two more words on the intercom, and then returned the invitation card to him. "Mr. Roland, I apologize for keeping you waiting. Please these three ladies It's yours ... "

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

"I see. Please follow me."

The receptionist took the three of them into the elevator, pressed the button on the top floor, and then saluted his chest outside the door, "I wish you a pleasant evening."

The elevator suddenly turned on after a period of closed driving. I saw that the walls that originally surrounded them suddenly disappeared under the feet, and the setting sun was shining into the elevator. At the same time, the high-rise city was also in sight. Buildings form an uninterrupted horizon. Even if they look to the end of the field of vision, they are still “walls of buildings”.

Until this time, witches didn't make a low exclamation.

"Even if the three Holy Citys add up, they are not as big as this city," Tongen whispered. "No matter how many times you look, it is hard to imagine that a mortal without magic power can create all of this."

"The miracle building you want to build also has the meaning of commemoration in it?" San Milan looked at Roland.

He smiled at all. Although he did not tell anyone the history except Anna, but he came from a place like the dream world and it has become the consensus of Taqila witch, otherwise he cannot explain why he is so familiar with this incredible world.

After reaching the top floor, a large circular ballroom appears in front of the four.

Except for the ground, its walls and domes are almost entirely composed of glass curtain walls, with a very wide field of vision. Standing by the walls, you can see more than half of the city, and it feels like a small mountain. The ability to hold a banquet in such a place shows the strength of Clover Group.

The table in the hall is filled with all kinds of food for people to use, from cold cuts to pastries, fruit to champagne towers; guests in twos and threes gathered together, the number of people is almost hundreds, Obviously, it is not only Martial Daoist, but also business people or politicians.

The style of such a high-level banquet, he will feel very restrained in the past, but now Roland has long been accustomed to it, after entering the hall, take witches straight to the theme of a table table in the back.

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

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

"Little nonsense, did you come to Dreamland last month?"

"But the last time I ate was fast food. Alena's stupid people will only be called KFC and McDonalds."

"Hey, do n’t you patronize eating, will you fill some blossoming pockets?"

Roland looked at the swallowing and excited witches and shook his head with a smile. He suddenly felt that even if the world of dreams could not bring him any benefit, he should keep it here. For him, this may be a dispensable state of nothingness, but it was the only thing for Taqila's survivors. A place where you can feel "alive."

Taste, touch, smell ... everything they lost to fight Devil can only be rewarded here.

While the dinner has not yet officially started, Roland carefully looked at other guests.

The attendees are basically divided into two groups. Those wearing Formal wear are basically people from the social circles, while those wearing Martial Daoist association robes are basically their counterparts. Although this division is not necessarily accurate, for example, he himself can only wear Formal wear for dinner because he has just become a full member but has not issued a robe. However, in general, no one in the hall is in a strange costume or dressed in a strange way. The sight seen on Prism City is quite the opposite.

Is this the difference between school awakened and wild awakened?

He couldn't help thinking of what Garcia had said.

Although the Martial Daoist Association is an organization that is determined to save the world, it is impossible to gather enough people based on ideals. Therefore, the martial arts competition appeared later. It was born less than fifty years ago. Become the most watched competitive event. Through the competition, awakened can get more exposure, fame and income. The competition has also input countless new blood to the association, which makes the combat competition in the association heavier and heavier, and the outstanding performers also have higher discourse right. This change even caused divisions at the upper levels, and members of the association gradually divided into the old and the new. But in the end, the martial arts competition not only did not shrink, but further expanded the scale.

At that time, Roland was more inclined to the old school. After all, the real enemy of Martial Daoist was Demonic Fallen, and it would never stop fighting. This kind of battle is by no means comparable to competitive sports. As a means of attracting fresh blood, it can also be said to be a good and effective method, but indulging its impact on the high-level is very puzzling. The martial art game is not the same as life and death. Such a simple reason should not be understood by those people. But from the results, it is the new school that prevails.

He hasn't been able to understand the reason, but now seeing this scene in the hall, he suddenly understands ...

The members of the association who do not participate in the martial arts competition are basically wild awakened. They are not subject to discipline and their image is so poor that their overall quality and these stars Martial Daoist are not at a level. In addition, the opportunity to fight with Demonic Fallen is not always available, and if it is accidentally killed, it will inevitably lead to less and less support for the old school.

I am afraid that it will be until the erosion in Lankou has officially erupted that the old school may return to the dominant position.

Looking at the hunting license, Roland couldn't help but twitch his mouth ... He always felt that the association issued this thing to a newcomer who had just entered the industry for half a year, and it was really weird. Hundreds of degrees. But now it seems that not participating in the competition, and just focusing on Demonic Fallen, not seeking name or profit, is in perfect harmony with the old school idea.

Does this all mean the old school seniors?