Mages Are Too OP

Looking at Roland's helpless face, several nobles across the street were smiling lightly.

This does not affect their assessment of Roland. After all, the actions of the other Golden Sons fit their identities, the Barbarians, and the priests who devote their devotion to God. They are not very smart. Isn't that normal?

So the people they value the most, the most unscrupulous, are still Roland.

This obviously looks elite, but the essence could be a young magician led by the Great Magic.

The old woman's name was Caroline, and she looked at Roland and said in a slow tone peculiar to the old man: "Indeed, we are all distant relatives of the John family, so, Your Excellency, what do you think? ”

“I'm just curious, if you're related, why can you sit down and talk to us in a mood instead of trying to avenge the city owner? ”

Not only is Roland curious, but Hawk and others are also quite curious.

“Because it was Old John who did it first, and you didn't kill him, the John family is still the owner of the city, they just lost a bloodline and lost some profit. ”

So... as long as it doesn't shake John's bloodline, is everything negotiable?

In fact, this is also the case in the city of Mori, which is not causing much trouble in the aristocracy.

Everyone's hands are unclean, Maury City owner Bethel is brutal, not to mention the woman who hooked up with the Golden Son. Enough fun and threw people off the third floor to die!

Whoever this is, as long as he has enough power, will not spare him.

And the Golden Son is power.

Now they've killed Old John and almost all the soldiers, but they still haven't killed Old John's blood.

Even... the Lord of the City is now in the hands of Little John.

This‘ restraint ’of fighting is highly compatible with the unbreakable character of the great aristocracy.

You can kill for your own good, you can kill some descendants, but you can't do anything wrong, you can't take the title of man, or the position of lord.

If anyone dares to do so, they will surely be ostracized by other nobles. Next time, his whole family will be killed and no one will speak for him.

Looking at Roland's face, the old woman smiled: "Next, we can talk about something interesting. For example... what are you going to do with some minerals outside the city? If it's not easy for you to manage, our Gavin family can do it for us, if you want to pay for it. ”

Roland smiled softly, "We don't have to talk about this first, there's something more important right now. ”

Several nobles were somewhat surprised and the old woman looked confused and said: "Your Excellency, please speak. ”

“Sheriff, how about we give it to us?” Roland smiled and said, "I don't care who the incumbent is now, but in this position, our Golden Son must take it down. ”

“Why?” the old woman shook her head, indicating confusion.

“There's always our own reason. It's hard to say. ”

The five men across the street began to indulge in each other's eyes.

Roland continued to add fire: “We are bound to take this position, and to do so we can give up some other interests appropriately. ”

The spirit of the five men across the street shocked, and the old woman blocked her mouth with a blue fan, her eyebrows bent and said, “How much good can it make? ”

“For example... we don't want one mine! ”

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Negotiations were smoother than expected, with Link holding the post of sheriff, Hawk's dock soon to be officially opened, and he merged the old dock.

Jett got unlimited missionary rights across Del Ban.

As for Roland, all he needs is money... and in the future, one third of the city's capital's monthly taxes will be distributed to Roland.

Most importantly, they can guarantee that the City Hall will declare to the outside world that Old John died of illness, not from the combined death of soldiers.

The next guests are naturally suitable. After a while of eating and drinking, Roland and four others left the ballroom.

The noblemen and businessmen were still waiting at the door, and they saw Roland and others coming out, and they dared not ask questions, but made way for the four of them to leave the estate.

When the four of them left, the old woman came out.

The nobles stared at her.

After looking around, the old lady said softly: "We're done. Tomorrow it's business as usual. ”

The nobles were happy, but they were gentlemen and ladies, not cheering like lowlifes, only applauding.

So… thunderous applause.

Roland and others walked out of the estate.

Hawk walked in front of him, and he laughed with disdain: "Those guys are good at what they say, but they're not really conspiring with our power. If we were civilians, ordinary people, we would have pulled this big hat down a long time ago. ”

Tonight's moonlight was good, and Roland was in a good mood, and he smiled, "Don't count so much, look at strength, look at face, look at home, that's normal. Would you like to marry an ugly woman if she were in front of you? If it's a beautiful woman, you might want to sit down and talk. By the same token, we have the strength to let them sit down and talk about things. Don't think too much of anything else. It's not good for you. ”

Hawk sighed: "Yes, justice without power, nothing. ”

At this point, Link next to him suddenly asked, "Roland, why do you need gold coins to build up some of your own power and people? ”

“It's a waste of energy. Magic is a very deep technology. I don't have that much time to manage organizations and stuff.” Roland sighed: “Besides, I saw an autobiography of a magician, and the first sentence of the first page above said, 'Poor ghosts are not qualified to be higher-level magicians.’ So I have to make more money first and lay some foundation for ‘spending money like running water' later. ”

“Why don't you just turn into a magician...” Hawk walked backwards, laughing and talking, but suddenly he stunned: “Hey, where's Jett? ”

Roland said softly: "He had just landed at the end and boarded a carriage with a lady in a gourd shape. ”

Hawk looked behind him and found a carriage at the entrance to the estate, seemingly shaking gently.

“This guy has good luck with peach blossoms.” Hawk smashed his mouth: “So envious. ”

Link looked at him obliquely.

Hawk's subconscious chills, and he pats himself on the arm: "Strange, how suddenly it feels a little cold. ”

Roland smiled.

The three then split at the fork and Roland returned to the Tower of Magic.

Vivian rested at the table in his study, heard him open the door, and immediately stood up, joyfully saying: "Vice Chairman, you're finally back, I made you some sober soup, you wait, I'll send it when it's hot. ”

Roland wanted to say no, but when you think about it, it's the other person's good intentions, so you don't say anything.

Not long ago, Vivian came with a bowl of soup that smelled good.

Roland took it and drank it and asked, "How are the two little guys doing lately? Have they been naughty? ”

“They were very obedient and learned very carefully.” Vivian hesitated a little: “The other people didn't really like them both. ”