Roland knew that Claus' death would cause a certain reaction in Delpon.
But he was wrong. It wasn't a certain reaction, but a huge one. To a certain extent, it was even more incredible than Hawk and Link's feat.
The reason was simple. Although Claus was still a magic apprentice, he was still young and had a high chance of becoming an official Mage in the future.
Secondly, Claus was also a member of the Magic Tower. No matter what, he was Roland's direct subordinate. Especially now that Aldo clearly didn't want to be in charge, Roland was the leader of the Magic Tower.
Claus, who was also good at interacting with outside forces, was considered a capable person and should have been deeply "liked" by Roland.
But he didn't expect Roland to kill Claus himself.
Just because Claus (a prostitute) killed more than ten untouchable girls?
Almost everyone with some power thought that Roland was crazy.
A future spellcaster with a bright future, their right-hand man, was actually frozen into an ice sculpture just because he killed a few untouchable girls. He didn't show any mercy at all.
Such decisiveness in killing chilled all the nobles' hearts.
They could understand Hawk and Lindo's madness. After all, they killed outsiders.
It was the first time they had seen someone like Roland who directly attacked his future right-hand man.
Crazy!
John thought so too. He slammed the table in his study room and angrily said, "I was wondering why there were always beggars loitering in front of my house a few months ago. Turns out that kid suspects that I'm the real murderer. Sh * t, he looks down on me too much. Am I the kind of person who would have thoughts about ugly untouchable girls? " “
Across from him, John's sister rolled on the bench with laughter.
John was the kind of person who was very proud. He thought that he was worthy of his girl. Needless to say, she was beautiful and had a noble status. Just by touching the hair of those lowly women, he felt that he had tarnished the honor of his family.
The girl, who finally stopped laughing, sat up straight and said, "I think the Golden Sons are quite interesting. They don't seem to see us as nobles. I've interacted with that Beta a few times, and I have a strange feeling about him. If you say that he's arrogant, he can play happily with commoners. If you say that he's not arrogant, when he speaks in front of me, he doesn't have the slightest bit of timidity. He even dares to mock my fashion sense. "
"I also don't think your outfit looks good." Hardedef said helplessly, "Who wears a black long-sleeved gown on top and a light green casual outfit on the bottom? It looks weird."
"It's fine as long as I like it. I'm the one wearing it, not you."
"Alright, whatever you like." Hardedef had a helpless attitude towards his sister. "Are you really going to King's City?"
"Yes, I intend to visit the Aristotelians. After all, Joanna and I made a promise half a year ago. "
John looked out the window and said casually, "It's good to contact Aristotle more. Their demon training technology is quite powerful. If we can get some magic knowledge out of them, then we'll make a huge profit. "
"It's very difficult."
"Yes, it's very difficult." John heaved a long sigh. "Betta seems to have gone to the capital too."
"How did you know?" The girl subconsciously asked.
Then she saw her brother's strange gaze and immediately covered her face with her hands.
So that's how it is!
Damn it, these Golden Sons are so annoying. They either steal my limelight or treat me like a hungry pervert, and now they're stealing my lovely sister.
He even imagined that a Golden Son named Betta would appear in front of him half a year or a year later with his sister in his arms and say in an infuriating manner, "Your sister tastes like a doughnut."
Damn it, I want to beat someone up.
Looking at her brother's strange expression, the girl ran away with her face in her hands.
After a light sigh, Hardedef summoned his butler and said, "Prepare four invitations for me to the four Golden Sons in the city. Be sure to talk to them respectfully and tell them that I hope they can come to my castle as guests tonight. This is a private dinner. No one will attend except the five of us. We'll discuss the stability of Delpon City later. "
The butler immediately bowed and left.
At this moment, Roland was browsing the forum. He had uploaded the follow-up video of the girl's disappearance to the forum yesterday, which really caused a wave of popularity.
And now, he was looking at a post posted by a player named Karl.
"Let's Change This Rotten and Backward World."
The gist of the idea was that the players would form a group, occupy an unowned land, take in the displaced civilians, buy slaves, and form a small country. They would adopt the current system of modern society, abolish slavery, aristocracy, and other unreasonable systems, and spread the idea that everyone was equal.
This was already the most popular post, and it was even highlighted by the forum moderator.
The players in this post were divided into three groups.
The first group was in favor of the idea. They thought it was a great idea and had already begun to discuss how to start the first step of the plan.
The second group was naturally the opposition, with all kinds of reasons for opposition.
Some people just wanted to experience the backward original system, and some wanted to study such a system and not let it disappear. There were also people who simply wanted to enjoy the "high and mighty" life under slavery. After all, professionals did have a higher status, especially spellcasters.
Some people simply thought that the person who proposed this plan was crazy for power.
The third group was the fence sitters. They said that if the players were too powerful, they would help the NPCs, and if the players were too weak, they would naturally unite.
As soon as this talented person said that, he was immediately mocked. Do you think you're a Mohists?
Frowning, Roland read most of the replies, and then left four big and black Song characters for himself.
"It's not time yet!"
Closing the forum, Roland went to the saber arts club. While he was having breakfast, the Qi siblings looked at him with strange expressions.
After breakfast, Qi Shaoqiu called Roland to the open space behind the shed. He took out a cigarette and lit it.
The southern mornings were hot, but Qi Shaoqiu's words were somewhat cold. "Did you see blood yesterday?"
Roland was stunned. "What blood?"
"I sensed a bit of murderous intent from you." Qi Shaoqiu's expression was very serious. Coupled with the rising green smoke, he seemed to have a kind of sternness. "I'm teaching you saber skills, not for you to show off and fight. Tell me, what did you do yesterday?"
Murderous intent … So that's why.
Roland thought of Cross.
"I don't know how to say it, but I can only tell you that I didn't do anything illegal."
Qi Shaoqiu looked at Roland and was stunned for a moment. Then he said with a smile, "You didn't do anything illegal, but you can develop a hint of murderous intent? I know what's going on. No wonder that girl Jin Wenwen tried to stop you. In that case, I'll have my little sister teach you the Daoist Nourishment of Life. "
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