Making a death threat to a player was the most ridiculous and arrogant thing Roland had ever seen.
Roland's smile, in the darkness and under the moonlight, seemed somewhat mysterious. When Little Edward saw this scene, an inexplicable sense of admiration arose in his heart.
Unlike his silly brother, Little Edward was very smart. He could see many details that others couldn't. For example … two days before his brother went to kidnap the girl, he, who had always been optimistic, actually showed a gloomy expression.
And in the storage room of the house, there were inexplicably fifty more gold coins.
Combined with the news he had heard and seen in the last two days, he was clear about one thing.
His brother took the blame for someone else.
Such things were common among the noble class and were the default rule.
When someone did something wrong and was pursued by someone of similar strength, if the two sides really fought, both sides would only suffer, and then the other jackals who were watching the show would take advantage of it. At this time, he could throw out a person who was a little weaker than him, take the blame, and then die to resolve the grievances. If the person pursuing the matter also had the idea of stopping the damage in time, then both sides would tacitly not mention the previous matter.
After laughing, Roland looked at the young man who was originally young but already had the temperament of a mature man and said, "I know your brother was a scapegoat. We never intended to kill him and even wanted to save him. It's just that he was too decisive and killed himself. We do have a little responsibility for this, but we won't apologize. "
"I understand."
Little Edward knew very well that this matter had nothing to do with the Golden Sons.
Although the Golden Sons were notorious among the nobles, and the fact that they ignored the honor and privileges of the nobles infuriated them, they had to admit that the Golden Sons were all neutral professionals who were inclined to the good side.
Now the five Golden Sons in the city had been in Delpon for two or three months, but they had never bullied anyone for no reason, nor did they do anything evil, not even a prank.
They just killed a family of cannibalistic nobles, spent a lot of money to save a girl who was a peasant, and now found a way to survive for the beggars.
But each of them was a good thing.
The Golden Sons' starting point and the outcome of the matter were all good. The only unfortunate one was his brother.
He was used as a sacrifice in the battle between the two sides.
"I'd like to ask if your eldest brother has done anything unusual in the past two days, or has he seen anyone special?"
Little Edward shook his head. "No. Big Brother doesn't like to tell us what he does. He doesn't want to put too much pressure on us. If I had to say something, I'd say that he's been going out more often than not. "
Roland threw out another question that had been bothering him for a long time. "Your parents?"
"He's long dead." Little Edward's voice lowered. "Big Brother has always taken care of us. We're just descendants of merchants. Our so-called aristocratic status is just a quasi-aristocratic status. It's just an empty title, but no real power. "
There were only two things that nobles could use their real power for: territory, even if it was a small piece of territory.
Depending on the rank of the nobility, the upper limit of the number of soldiers that could be recruited was also different. Above the rank of count, there was no limit to the number of soldiers.
As for the rights to use the coat of arms, tax exemptions, and so on, they were just small things.
The so-called quasi-nobles were usually titles that merchants received after donating large amounts of gold coins.
Roland sighed. He reckoned that the mastermind had used the two teenagers as bargaining chips to force their elder brother to take the blame. Of course, he had also given them sufficient rewards.
Fifty gold coins … It was a huge sum of money.
"Then, if you don't know anything, why did you ask me to come here quietly?" Roland asked somewhat unhappily.
"I don't know anything, but there's something I want to give you." Little Edward took out a small wooden square plate from his clothes, about the size of his palm. "My elder brother left this on his desk. I think it might be useful to you."
Roland took the small wooden plate and found that it was rather hard and had a pale green surface. The front was engraved with the logo of a cloud, and the back was black with very regular black spiral patterns.
After a few glances, Roland put the small wooden plate in his Backpack.
Then he put several blueprints on the table. "These are some of my magic insights and experiences. Keep them for yourself."
"Magic? Can I do it? "Little Edward looked at the blueprints, somewhat tempted, but mostly unconfident.
In fact, Roland could sense that Little Edward's mental power was quite active, only a little less than Vivian's.
Vivian was already proficient in using Hand of Magic, and she could also transform Hand of Magic into a Magic Spear, so Edward should be able to do the same.
Of course … Roland wouldn't teach him. After all, if he had too much contact with him, the mastermind behind the scenes would probably harm Little Edward.
"Try it. I won't charge you anyway. It doesn't matter if you fail. The backlash of a level-zero trick won't kill you. "
After saying that, Roland left.
Little Edward looked at the blueprints on the table quietly. Then he wiped his tears and was about to put the blueprints away, when the door opened again, and a boy slightly younger than him rubbed his eyes and walked in.
"Second Brother, you're here. You scared me. I thought you didn't want me and left on your own." The boy looked scared.
"Don't worry, we brothers will always be together." Edward looked at his brother and then at the blueprints on the table, before he made a decision.
Roland quietly returned to the Magic Tower and changed back into his magic robe.
Then Vivian walked in. She had dark circles under her eyes, and when she saw Roland, she served pastries and fruit drinks while saying, "Deputy Chairman, you've worked hard. This is breakfast for you."
Breakfast? It was only two or three in the morning at most. What breakfast!
But Roland touched his stomach. He was indeed a little hungry.
He thanked Vivian with a smile.
Vivian walked out of Roland's study and immediately smiled.
The Deputy Chairman didn't smell like a woman, and he didn't look very tired, which meant that he really didn't do anything bad.
Very good, very good!
Vivian felt that she could have a good night's sleep later.
After eating the pastries, Roland continued to derive the derivative abilities of the Spell Puppet.
The memory of the spell model was limited. He had to figure out how to use the limited memory to allocate the various attributes of the Spell Puppet to ensure the highest cost-performance ratio.
This derivation took a few more hours, and then the game time stopped again.
He climbed out of the game cabin, turned on the computer, entered the game's official homepage, and saw the game update announcement.
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