Purple Quest Triggered
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
"How about it? Let's start now."
Seeing Roland beaming, Bard felt a wave of fury rise all the way to his chest and almost spurt out from his mouth in the form of curses.
However, he just said so himself: nobles still maintained the basic etiquette, so he could only hold back.
"There's no rush, we can talk about this after we've rested for a day or two. After all, we've had a long journey, and we're very tired," Bard said with a blank face. "When a suitable time comes, we'll come to find you."
After saying this, Bard immediately turned to go down the stairs.
He feared that if he stayed any longer, he wouldn't be able to hold back from hurling insults, losing his poise.
On the first floor, the unconscious magic apprentice woke up, muttering incoherent curses.
Bard frowned, walked down, and asked, "What's the matter, not a single person was roped in?"