After laughing, Roland went out of the city to find Hawk.
Hawk had become a huge, strong monster that looked like a gorilla. He sat on the stone steps and looked at the bulging muscles on his body with great interest. He seemed to be quite happy.
Originally, Hawk had specially shaped his face into a mustachioed face just to look more domineering, and now the change was just what he wanted.
Link, on the other hand, didn't change much. Although his body was a little bulkier, it didn't affect his personal senses.
The beggars were a little surprised by Hawk's change, but they weren't afraid.
The stronger their "leader," the more sheltered and safe they would be. They had enough of being homeless, bullied, and never having enough to eat. As long as they could protect them, they wouldn't have any objections if their leader turned into a dragon.
Roland saw Hawk and couldn't help but shake his head when he saw him unable to contain his joy. "Your aesthetic standards are too unique."
"What do you know? This is what a man should be." Hawk posed like a bodybuilder, the muscles on his body bouncing non-stop as if there were little mice running around under his skin. It was extremely disgusting to look at.
Roland made a nauseous expression and then said, "Remove all your beggars and put the missing girls' case aside for now."
Hawk was stunned. "You're giving up just like that?"
Roland shook his head. "How can that be possible? I'm just playing along and temporarily casting a long line to catch a big fish."
Hawk smiled. "I understand."
Returning from outside the city, Roland came to the Gray Sand Tavern.
It was still very noisy here, but as Roland entered, the noise became quieter and quieter until it almost completely stopped.
They didn't dare to make too much noise when a master Mage arrived. Besides, Roland's reputation in Delpon wasn't low, especially after the three of them killed the eldest son of the Edward family yesterday. Almost all the big shots in the city recognized him.
A man who dared to kill even nobles wouldn't kill a few commoners!
Roland wasn't quite used to the strong smell of spilled wine mixed with the stink of sweat, but he had to endure it.
He found a table and sat down. The bartender came over and asked humbly and carefully, "Sir Mage, what would you like to drink?"
"Give me your best fruit wine," Roland said with a gentle smile. "I'd like to meet Gru by the way."
"Understood." The bartender retreated. When he turned around, he wiped the cold sweat off his forehead with his sleeve.
Soon, a cup of fruit wine was served by a maid.
This was their Gray Sand Tavern's best wine. They usually didn't sell it, at least not to commoners.
After waiting for about ten minutes, Gru, who was sweating profusely, walked in quickly from outside the tavern.
He stood before Roland and said rather embarrassedly, "Sorry, I had something to do outside just now. I rushed over as soon as I received the notice. "
"I'm fine. It's my fault for interrupting your business. "Roland nodded slightly to express his apology.
Seeing that Roland was as easy to talk to as last time, Gru was relieved. He sat in front of Roland, wiped the hot sweat off his forehead with a handkerchief, and then asked, "Sir, is there anything I can do for you this time?"
The tavern was very quiet at this moment. Although they weren't talking loudly and no one was looking at them, Roland knew that the customers around them must be pricking up their ears to hear what they were talking about.
Although people generally feared power, they also liked to poach power, so what was a little eavesdropping?
Looking around, Roland asked, "Do you have a secret place here?"
"Yes, yes!" Gru immediately stood up. "Sorry, I was careless."
He immediately stood up and led the way for Roland.
The two of them then entered a small house.
The thick wooden door and solid walls could indeed ensure the soundproofing of this small room.
The two sat down around a table again. Roland put the small badge he had brought from Edward's house on the table and asked, "Do you recognize this coat of arms?"
Gru took the coat of arms, looked around, and said rather embarrassedly, "Sorry, I've never seen it. None of the nobles in Delpon use this graphic family coat of arms. "
He wasn't from Delpon!
But it wasn't surprising that the other party wouldn't give himself away so easily. This might even be a deliberate trick by the other party to confuse people.
"It doesn't matter if you don't know," Roland continued. "I've inquired about the Gray Sand Gang's past. You guys are quite law-abiding …"
Hearing this, Gru broke out in a cold sweat.
Now in Delpon, everyone knew that these Golden Sons were all in the neutral good camp. When they saw someone committing a crime, they would step forward to stop it and use physical means to promote justice.
Not to mention the major event two months ago, just in the last two months alone, a Golden Son named Betta had broken the hands of countless thieves and kicked the genitals of countless bullies.
There were also two Golden Sons looking for a way to survive for the beggars outside the city. Some of the small gangs that relied on sucking flesh and blood had lost their source of income. They wanted to reason with them but didn't want to fight, but they were still beaten up by the two of them.
This Roland in front of him was the most low-key and the most mysterious.
An orthodox spellcaster, the current deputy chairman of the Magic Tower.
He was investigating the disappearance of young girls.
On the surface, those nobles didn't think well of Roland's actions, thinking that he was doing useless work or that he was putting on an act.
But Gru knew very well that those nobles were afraid that if Roland found out something, they would pin the crime on him.
But the impassioned and disdainful surface couldn't hide the fear in their hearts.
So now, Roland's half-sentence scared Gru out of his wits.
"Although the methods are a bit inappropriate, you guys are still rather law-abiding." Roland saw Gru's pale face, smiled, and said, "So I have something I want to ask you for help with."
"Please speak." Gru let out a long sigh of relief.
"I need you to help me find out the names and ages of all the girls who have disappeared near that grove in recent years. It's best to find out the approximate time of their deaths. "
Gru nodded heavily. "I'll definitely do it."
In fact, this was difficult, but Gru didn't dare to refuse. He was afraid that if he refused, the Gray Sand Gang would become a place of "evil" in Roland's eyes.
Roland was also relieved. This was the first time he had pretended to threaten someone like this. It was a good thing that he succeeded. He then thought for a moment and said, "I don't have much money, and I don't have any belongings …"
"No need, it's an honor for the Gray Sand Gang to be able to work for you, sir."
"Let me finish," Roland continued. Roland continued, "We, the Golden Sons, believe in equivalent exchange. You and your boss can choose a few children who look smart and send them to the Magic Tower, and I will choose one or two talented ones to keep and let them become magic apprentices!"
Gru pressed his hands heavily on the table and stood up abruptly, looking at Roland in disbelief. "Really?"
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