The pile of blue-green gems of varying sizes, roughly valued by the six Thieves, was worth about 90 gold coins. Plus the 60-plus gold coins, they had raked in about 150 gold coins from the castle.
If converted to RMB, it would only be around two million yuan.
The money didn't sound like much, but almost all the players felt that it was a huge sum of money.
Money was something that depended on purchasing power, and it also depended on the current level of consumption in society.
For example, in the Celestial Empire in the 70s and 80s, it was about six or seven cents a catty of pork, which was cheap, but there were still very few people who could afford to eat pork. Back then, eating meat was a very luxurious thing in itself. Imagine, in the 70s and 80s, when the price of pork per catty was less than a dollar, what would it be like to have a savings of more than two million?
And in this game world, prices and the level of consumption of the people were even lower than in the 70s and 80s. The honey white bread, known as an entry-level luxury, was only two copper coins, which also sounded cheap, but ordinary civilians didn't dare to eat it at all, because one copper coin could already buy several catties of wheat, and the food that two copper coins could buy was a family's rations for more than ten days.
How could they dare to eat it carelessly?
So this pile of gold coins and gems, in this world, was already a huge sum of money.
And Bettel was just the mayor of a small city.
Because the main force in setting fire to the castle and plundering the spoils of war were the six Thieves, they naturally had to take more, so they took out something worth 60 gold coins and divided it among the six Thieves.
The other 90 gold coins were divided equally among the other 30 or so players.
It actually didn't matter if Roland wanted the money or not. Now that more and more Mages were going to the capital to learn specialties, he now had more than 30 gold coins in his Backpack, and he wasn't short of money. But if he didn't take it, he would most likely be secretly labeled as unsociable, ostentatious, pretentious, and so on. So he symbolically took a small white gem as his "quest bonus."
The players then ate, drank, and bragged outside the city of Mory for two days before slowly dispersing.
All the food and drinks were bought from Mory.
At first, the residents and merchants of the entire city were scared of the crazy players outside the city. These Golden Sons didn't need to sleep. They would get drunk and beat gongs and drums outside the city in the middle of the night, wailing and howling strange songs that sounded so scary that even children didn't dare to cry at night.
However, they soon realized that these players paid for food and purchases, and would even take the initiative to apologize when they accidentally bumped into others. Gradually, they became bolder and dared to interact with them. They even took the initiative to sell some alcohol to the players.
Some of the more daring ones actually dared to come and freeload for food and drinks.
The players didn't mind. They poured them wine and gave them meat to eat. They were extremely generous.
No matter how lively the banquet was, it would eventually end. Roland was one of the last to leave. Just as he was about to leave, a group of soldiers escorting a little boy found him.
It was a little skinny little boy, a little timid, and wearing noble attire didn't hold up his aura.
But facing Roland, he still used the most cowardly expression and attitude and said words that were very much in line with equal diplomacy. "Honorable Grand Mage, I am a distant relative of the Bettel family, and as the last heir to the city of Mory, as the current lord of Mory, I think I should be qualified to ask you some questions."
The little boy was really scared. His voice trembled when he spoke, and his big eyes seemed to be filled with tears, but he still looked straight into Roland's eyes bravely without any evasion.
Roland looked at the guards next to him. These soldiers were the last batch to accompany Bettel a few days ago, the ones who wanted to live and die with Bettel.
But when they faced Roland's scrutinizing gaze, they all subconsciously turned their heads away and didn't meet his gaze.
Roland's gaze returned to the little boy and he smiled. "Ask away."
The little boy's voice was still trembling. "Have you completed the immediate goal of revenge, and will you attack our city again in the future?"
Seeing him so scared, Roland asked a little curiously, "What are you going to do if we come back next time?"
As Roland said this, the remaining players who hadn't left and were in charge of disposing and burying the trash also came over. For a moment, several black-robed men stood together, glaring at the opposite side, a great deterrent.
"I …" Seeing more and more black-robed men on the opposite side, not only did the little boy's voice tremble even more this time, even his lips were turning white and his hair was trembling. "I … don't think fighting … killing, is … good. We … can change the way, we hand in … a certain amount of gold coins every month as … submission, please let … the civilians of our city of Mory go! "
The guards next to him were swallowing, looking extremely uneasy, wanting to put their hands on the handles, but not daring to, for fear of provoking the group of black-robed men on the opposite side.
The little boy was less than ten years old, and seeing him bravely restrain his fear, Roland felt some pity and reached over, wanting to stroke the little guy's head and soothe him.
As a result, this action frightened the little boy, who let out a soft cry and closed his eyes.
But he still stood straight and didn't step back.
Several guards already had their hands on the hilts of their swords, but they didn't pull out their swords.
Roland patted the little boy's head and said gently, "Mayor, it's a bit hard on you. Do a good job, and we won't come back again."
After speaking, Roland left.
Several other players also came up, each of them patting the little boy's head and saying, "Do a good job."
"Do a good job, don't learn from your elders."
"Do a good job, be a good mayor."
Then the players left in groups, their self-deprecating voices coming from afar.
"That little boy is so brave, if I were in his position, it would be strange if I didn't shit myself on the spot."
"So disgusting, so cowardly, if it were me, I would definitely just foam at the mouth and faint."
Then there was a string of self-indulgent, wretched laughter.
Watching these unmasked black-robed men leave, watching their figures almost disappear, the little boy who had been trembling couldn't help but fall to the ground.
He covered his face with one hand and cried softly, "So scary, scared me to death, scared me to death."
As he spoke, a puddle of water appeared on the ground beneath him.
Discovering this, the little boy cried even more shamefully.
A bodyguard squatted down and gently patted the little boy on the back. "Young master, you've been very brave, very impressive."
Roland returned to the city of Mory, found the coachman from before, and took the original carriage in the direction he came from.
He hadn't been in the carriage for long when he received a guild message from Betta. "Brother Roland, in the general discussion area of the forum, there's a post naming you!"
Roland froze. Had he offended someone?
He immediately opened the forum and soon found the post.
"On How to Target the Strongest Mage, Roland."
The poster claimed to be a 'Spell Breaker'.
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