There were very few people in this world who were suitable to be Mages, but that didn't mean there weren't any.
A city of a million people could at least gather a hundred or so children with decent magic talent.
But willingness wasn't the main reason; the ability to learn was the most important factor.
A poor kid wanted to learn words, and a commoner wanted to learn magic?
Even if you scraped together enough tuition fees, no one would be willing to teach you.
Words were in the hands of the nobles, and magic was even more mysterious and unpredictable; there was no way to learn it.
But now Roland said that he was willing to teach two commoner children to become magic apprentices. It was no wonder that Gru was excited.
Looking at the other party's excited expression, Roland nodded and said in a soft but firm voice, "I mean what I say."
Gru straightened his back, his hazel pupils filled with fanatical excitement. "Sir, please rest assured that the Gray Sand Gang will do everything we can to help you find out the news."
Roland nodded. "Don't go overboard."
Gru nodded repeatedly. "I understand, I understand."
Roland looked at Gru, who was already somewhat submissive, and sighed inwardly.
In fact, when Gru came just now, although he acted humble, Roland could tell that the other party was more of an act.
The other party was only afraid of his strength and identity, but there was still a little pride in his heart.
But now, that pride was gone, and all that was left was true ingratiation and flattery.
Roland had actually seen such an expression before. When he was still a primary school student, the whole country was generally not rich, and a classmate's family was so poor that they couldn't even afford to pay for the books and uniforms for compulsory education.
Roland had seen the classmate's father in the teacher's office, asking for more time to pay for the uniforms and textbooks.
At that time, the parent smiled obsequiously, but he was also as humble as the mud.
And now, Gru's smile was the same one he had seen when he was a child.
After a short moment of silence, Roland got up and said, "I'll wait for your good news at the Magic Tower."
With that, Roland began to walk out, and Gru immediately rushed to the front and opened the door for Roland. At the same time, he bowed respectfully to see him off, like a servant.
Roland frowned and didn't say anything else.
He somewhat understood the mentality of such people. For the growth and future of their descendants, it didn't matter how humble they were and how much hardship they had to suffer.
Roland left the Gray Sand Tavern, and it was not until he was far away that Gru straightened his slightly bent waist.
The voices in the tavern gradually returned to normal.
Gru took a deep breath and ran to the top floor of the tavern. He ran to a door.
Inside was a middle-aged man with a weathered face. His skin had turned red and black from being exposed to the sun for a long time.
The man was counting the silver and copper coins with a happy expression on his face.
Grew flung the door open and rushed in.
The man jumped in fright. He turned around and took out a dagger from his sleeve. But when he saw that it was Ge Lu, he heaved a sigh of relief.
Grueran was so excited that he was somewhat incoherent. "Boss, the Golden Son Roland said that if we help him finish one thing, he'll give us one or two magic apprentices. Let our children try it! "
The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment. He shook his head and said, "Gru, are you dreaming? Why would a mage give an apprenticeship to a commoner like us? They don't even think highly of the nobles."
"Boss, I'm really not lying. Believe me." Gru rushed up to the middle-aged man, grabbed his shoulder, and shook him crazily. "This is our best chance. You must believe me. Mage Roland personally made a promise."
Looking at Gru's red eyes and twisted face, the middle-aged man gradually became puzzled. "Really?"
"I wouldn't joke about such an important matter, boss."
The middle-aged man closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His face also showed an expression of ecstasy, but he was still not as excited as Gru. He just said in a hurried tone, "What are his conditions?"
"Help him get information."
Roland didn't return to the Magic Tower but went to the castle.
Although Roland did not come in a carriage, his magic robe was the best proof of his identity. The soldiers guarding the city did not dare to neglect him. After asking the purpose of his visit, they immediately ran into the castle to report his arrival.
Not long after, a sleepy John personally came out to greet him.
"What a rare guest." John's expression was a little surprised. "I thought it was Aldo. I didn't expect it to be Mr. Roland."
"I took the liberty of visiting you because I have something to ask you."
John turned sideways and pointed at his castle. "Let's talk inside. At least let me entertain the guest."
Roland shook his head. "No need, it's simple. I'll leave after asking."
"You … are not giving me any face at all." John scratched his head. "A noble is at my door, but you're not willing to enter my home. If word gets out, other nobles will laugh at me. Forget it, suit yourself. You Golden Sons are all eccentric. I dare not provoke you. "
John's words could only be taken at face value. If he really didn't dare to provoke him, he wouldn't have deliberately tried to make Bard hostile to him.
Roland took out the small wooden plate again and asked, "You nobles are very good at heraldry. Help me see which family's coat of arms this is."
John took it and looked at it over and over again. He frowned and said, "This isn't a real family coat of arms!"
"Huh?" Roland was a little surprised.
"It's more like a replica of a family coat of arms," John said. "Every noble family's coat of arms has a strict meaning and production process. This thing is just a practice piece. "
Roland took a deep breath and said, "I understand. Thank you. "
After saying that, Roland turned around and left.
Walking on the street, Roland's face was a little gloomy. He found that he had indeed been misled.
Maybe John did have some opinions about him being a Golden Son, but it was unlikely that he was the murderer.
When he was at Gru's place and heard that the coat of arms didn't belong to Delpon, he suddenly thought it through.
And now, John's words confirmed his thoughts even more.
Someone deliberately led him to suspect John.
There was indeed an unspoken rule among the nobles to take the blame, but if John wanted someone to take the blame, as the son of the mayor and the future master of Delpon, the scapegoat couldn't be too low in status. It wouldn't be a quasi-noble merchant family like Edward at all.
It could be said that Edward Senior wasn't even qualified to take the blame for him.
Also, this wooden plate was most likely left behind by Edward Senior. As a merchant family, if they wanted to become a real noble family, it was very normal for them to make a draft of the coat of arms in advance.
As for the relationship between John and the missing girl case, it was just like the coat of arms. It looked real, but it was actually fake.
John was hostile to Roland and the other Golden Sons, but it might not be related to the missing girls.
There could be other reasons.
If it was really John, his scapegoat would be a real noble son, not the descendant of a merchant.
Then, he suddenly remembered the look of agitation and despair in Edward's eyes when he saw him while holding the young girl hostage.
Roland suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.
No wonder he had felt that something was wrong recently.
Damn, I was almost crushed by the NPC's IQ.
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