Aldo's maids were of the highest average quality among all the big shots in Delpon, and the maids under his command were extremely loyal to him.
At this moment, Aldo was hugging two maids, one feeding him wine, and the other coquettishly feeding him fruit.
Aldo still looked as exhausted as he was last time. Seeing that Roland seemed a little anxious, he said slowly, "Don't be in a hurry to learn anti-stealth. Lesser Benediction is not only expensive, but it's also a level-four spell, so you probably can't learn it yet. However, you can learn Shadow Dust, but Kemir is a very proud person. He's a pure-blooded noble and isn't very friendly to civilians and new nobles. I guess you Golden Sons won't be liked by him either. "
Hearing this, Roland temporarily gave up on the idea of learning anti-stealth magic.
"I don't know why you look so anxious, but you're a Golden Son. There's no need to be afraid of death, right?" Aldo joked with a smile.
Roland shrugged, and then left Aldo's manor.
Indeed, as Aldo said, Roland logically had no need to care about classes like Rogues.
However, Roland had a feeling that the greatest threat to him wasn't Spell Breakers, but classes like Rogues, Assassins, and Killers who could make themselves invisible.
Although they were all players, it was precisely the players who were more correct on major issues but more erratic when it came to small matters. There was no telling what they would do. In any case, PK between players wouldn't really kill them, so Roland estimated that after a while, PK would become the norm.
Besides, there would always be some people who didn't like people who were in the limelight.
Roland was now considered one of the more prominent players and was known as the number one Mage.
Now, there were already people openly talking about how to target him on the forum, and secretly … well, who knew how many people wanted to step on him to advance.
So Roland felt that it was necessary to take precautions in advance.
After returning to the Magic Tower, Vivian was quite happy to see him. She helped him make pastries, brewed fruit wine, and even massaged his back.
Then, Vivian sat down and began chatting with Roland.
She talked about what had happened in the Magic Tower recently, the interesting things that happened to the two newcomers, and what happened when Claus's family came to claim the body.
"Claus's father's hair was all white. He was the only hope of his family, and I didn't expect …"
At this point, Vivian's happy expression dimmed, and she sighed slightly.
"You must think that I'm heartless," Roland said indifferently while observing Vivian's expression.
Claus was a noble, and so was Vivian. Other than the two newcomers, the rest were part of the declining noble families. The decline of their families was already a foregone conclusion, so the path of being a mage was the best path for them.
Nobles were always a little proud. Although Roland didn't have much contact with them, he could tell that they didn't think much of ordinary civilians.
There might even be many people who felt that although Claus was in the wrong, killing him directly was too much.
Vivian shook her head. "Others may not know, but I don't think so. I can tell that you value relationships the most, Vice President. "
When she said this, the girl's eyes seemed to have a flowing light like spring water.
Then Vivian left.
Roland ate something and rested in the study.
Unknowingly, he had been playing this game for half a year.
He had been in the Magic Tower for almost four months.
Vaguely, this place seemed to have become a new home.
Staying in the study, there was always a sense of peace.
After resting for a while, Roland began to deduce the spell Spell Puppet.
Since he couldn't learn the anti-stealth ability for the time being, wouldn't it be better to make the puppet anti-stealth mode?
But as soon as he started, he froze.
What was the principle of stealth?
Optical stealth? Visual illusion? Becoming transparent, a temporary change in biological genes?
Hmm … Roland immediately Husseret in the guild system.
Roland: "What's the principle of stealth for you Rogues?"
Husseret: "How would I know? It's fine as long as it can be used."
Roland: "Study it."
Husseret: "Get lost! You're making things difficult for me, a loser who graduated from a trashy school and spent all four years of college playing League of Legends. "
Roland: "This … then come over and let me study it?"
Husseret: "!!!"
Li Lin: "!!!"
Schuck: "Stunned, Roland, since when did you like this?"
Roland was speechless. He left a disdainful emoji in the guild and then temporarily gave up on the idea of letting the puppet learn the anti-stealth ability.
But this gave him a great idea. If he couldn't make an anti-stealth puppet, then he could make a scout-type puppet first.
Smaller size, improved perception, increased speed, and so on!
With this thought, Roland was immediately motivated again.
Making Gundams and puppet dolls and whatnot was a man's passion that came from his bones.
Roland then threw himself wholeheartedly into the making of the puppet dolls.
Time passed quickly, day by day.
Because news spread a bit slowly in this world, it took nearly ten days for John Senior, the mayor, to receive news that a group of men in black had killed Bettel, the mayor of Mory.
The sunlight outside the window was excellent, but John Senior's heart was a little cold.
John Junior was going to other cities in two days to find female Golden Sons and was packing his luggage, and now that he was called to his father's study, he seemed a bit baffled.
"Take a look for yourself." A piece of parchment was thrown in front of John Junior.
After reading it, John Junior thought for a moment and said, "It must have been done by the Golden Sons. Dozens of people, all professionals, a force that the average lord can't come up with, not even us. The royal family can barely do it. "
John Senior nodded. "But we're just free testimony, and there's no way to prove that they did it, so there's no way to condemn them at all."
"These Golden Sons are really slippery," John Junior said unhappily. "They're obviously bold enough to do such a terrible thing, but they just have to hide. Should I say they're cowards, or should I say they're brave and resourceful?"
"You still don't see the deeper things." There was some disappointment in John Senior's eyes. "If they dare to talk about Mory, then they'll dare to kill us one day, as long as they find an excuse."
John Junior was a little puzzled.
"No matter how small Mory is, Bettel is still the mayor. This shows that the Golden Sons don't see us as nobles. "John Senior slammed the table." In their eyes, there's no difference between civilians and nobles. We're no different from civilians, except that we have more money and more people. In their eyes, we can even be a legitimate gang. "
John Junior suddenly felt a little cold.
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