Hawk's figure was much sturdier than before, to the point that he couldn't sit in a regular chair at all and could only stand and chat.
Roland also stood with him.
However, Roland always felt extremely pressured by a body that was like a high wall standing in front of him. He looked at the muscular monster in front of him somewhat helplessly and sighed. "Do you really think this image is good?"
"Very good," Hawk replied in a loud voice. Hawk's voice was as loud as a bell, and then he asked curiously, "Don't tell me you have the taste of fresh meat?"
Roland shook his head. "That's not it. I'm a moderate. My ideal figure is to look thin with clothes on and flesh without clothes on."
"Tsk, you moderates have an even worse aesthetic sense than fresh meat, fence-sitters," Hawk said angrily.
Roland snorted. "You guys are too extreme. Also, the public's aesthetic sense is the most important. Haven't you seen that since the last game update, the proportion of the Warrior population has dropped to 30% of the total population, and it's still slowly decreasing. Doesn't this explain something? "
"Those people aren't strong-willed enough and don't understand the beauty of muscles. I don't have the talent in reality and can't train such muscles, but I didn't expect it to be realized in the game. " As he spoke, Hawk made a very coquettish and difficult posture of standing with his hands on his hips, his clothes almost bursting from his muscles. Then, he said seriously, "Let's stop joking. What do you plan to do next?"
"Two months is enough time to numb that person," Roland said slowly. "According to the previous clues, he kills a girl every one or two months. Now, he probably can't hold it in any longer."
"I understand what you're thinking." Hawk nodded. "After these few months of training, those intelligence agents have barely reached the beginner level. This time, they definitely won't alert the enemy."
"Thank you," Roland said with a smile.
"You're too kind." Hawk shook his head and said, "If you hadn't sold us a sum of gold coins every month, we really wouldn't have been able to establish our power here. Now, we're barely on the right track, and we can be self-sufficient in the future. I'm curious, how are you sure it's him? "
Roland heaved a sigh. "Previously, it was dark under the lamp, and we always looked outside. We were almost fooled by him once, but fortunately, the fake emblem that the other Roland left before he died reminded me. Those who know magic and have a high IQ may not necessarily be nobles. They may also be members of our Magic Tower. The information that allowed me to confirm the murderer's identity was given to me by Gru. You definitely didn't expect that the Belly Snake Gang that Bard destroyed was actually a puppet organization of our Magic Tower. "
Hawk exclaimed, "I really didn't think of that."
"I didn't expect this either. Even President Aldo doesn't know about this Puppet Mafia."
A strange smile appeared on Hawk's face. "In other words, whoever has the most contact with this gang is the most suspicious!"
Roland nodded.
"Then I can roughly guess who it is."
Half an hour later, Hawk left the magic tower.
Roland, on the other hand, continued to derive spells and teach magic apprentices as usual.
After a few days, 23 children from the Gray Sand Gang were sent over.
They lined up neatly in two rows and stood on the reflective ground floor of the Magic Tower, looking nervously at the young man in front of them.
Roland's gaze swept over them without saying a word. The expressions of these children became more and more nervous and … expectant.
After waiting for three minutes, Roland picked out two children and said, "It's the two of you. Vivian, remember what they look like. In the future, they will also be apprentices. If they don't know how to read, teach them how to read first. Arrange a room for them. As for the rest, go back. "
The two children who were picked were naturally overjoyed, while the other children looked disappointed. Some were even secretly wiping tears.
Such a good thing was hard to come by in hundreds of years, but they seized it.
Gru and the boss of the Black Sand Gang were waiting anxiously outside the Magic Tower with a few gang members. When they saw a group of children come out and saw that the two most familiar people were missing from the crowd, they immediately beamed with joy.
"Don't worry, even if you weren't chosen, you will be the backbone of our Gray Sand Gang in the future," the boss of the Gray Sand Gang said heroically. The Gray Sand Gang's boss said heroically, "All of you, go back and work hard. The Gray Sand Gang's future still depends on you."
The children immediately felt a little more energetic.
Vivian took the two chosen children up to the second floor and happened to meet white-haired Jerry walking over.
Jerry was very old. Although his mental power was the highest among the magic apprentices, his relatively old and weak body held him back. His progress was far slower than Vivian's.
But even so, Jerry didn't give up.
He knew very well that as a Mage's strength improved, their lifespan would slowly increase. If he slowly improved, his lifespan would slowly increase, and he might be able to live until the day he became an Elite Mage.
When that time came, he would apply to the headquarters to elementalize his body and become an alternative Elemental Mage, regaining a few hundred years of lifespan.
Of course, this was only the best case scenario. He knew very well that his talent wasn't strong enough, and there was a high chance that he wouldn't be able to hold on until then.
Therefore, when he saw the two children who weren't even twelve years old, he couldn't help but show envy and jealousy.
How great would it be if he could meet Deputy Chairman Roland at this age!
He walked over, looked at the two nervous and scared children, sighed softly, and walked down the stairs.
One of the children asked, "Is he the chairman?"
"No, he's a magic apprentice just like me," Vivian explained.
"He's so old, but he's still an apprentice. It must be hard to learn magic. Can we learn it well?" the child asked worriedly.
Vivian explained gently, "Actually, I'm not sure about the Magic Tower, but our deputy chairman is very good at teaching people."
The two children finally had some confidence.
At this moment, another door opened, and Claus walked out. Seeing the two children, he asked, "Are these the new apprentices chosen by the deputy chairman? Hmm, they look very ordinary. "
Hearing this, the two children immediately became a little depressed.
"Sorry, sorry. Brother, I said something wrong. I'll buy some things to make up for our mistakes later. "Claus smiled.
"You're going out too?" Vivian was a little surprised.
"Someone else is going out besides me?" Claus was a little surprised.
Vivian said, "Jerry went out too. He doesn't seem too happy."
"Jerry, he might be going to see his grandson." Claus smiled and said, "He visits his grandson every month or two."
"Then where are you going?"
"I'm going to the slave market. Since you're not willing to take the initiative, I'll go see if there's anything good there and buy one for the deputy chairman."
Vivian's expression immediately darkened. "Don't you dare!"
"Then you should take the initiative yourself." Claus snorted and went down the stairs.
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