Sylph returned to the palace early, and Roland was relieved as he watched the minstrel's performance conclude in the square.
Not bad, though he demanded a hefty price, at least he delivered results.
The minstrel polished Roland's draft, the performance was very successful, receiving rave reviews from the crowd, and the tips were several times higher than usual.
After the performance ended, seeing Roland preparing to leave, the quick-eyed minstrel swiftly wove through the crowd and blocked his path.
"Um, Mr. Roland, the manuscript you gave me was only the first chapter, today's performance has used it all, what about tomorrow's performance..."
Looking at this guy's cheeky grin, Roland couldn't help but laugh.
Friend, where did your rebellious attitude go just now?
Had it not been for the gravity of the matter, he had to take him firmly in hand.
But the important things are urgent and can't be delayed.
