John Senior finally understood why his son had previously evaluated the four Golden Sons in the city with words like "treacherous" and "slippery," adjectives with obvious emotional leanings.
These Golden Sons were no less capable of saying one thing and doing another than they were of the nobles.
"Since Mr. Roland requests so, then I'll be straightforward." John Senior glanced at the other three and found that although they were gorging themselves, their attention was still on him, so he smiled and continued. "About the new dock, I must let some people in. I wonder what the four of you think?"
"Must we?" Roland asked.
Hawk and Link both put down their knives and forks.
"Must!" John Senior nodded heavily. "This is the territory of my John family, and anyone who builds anything on this land must get the consent of our family. You built it without asking us, which is very bad. According to the law of the kingdom, you will be imprisoned for three months and all your property will be confiscated. "
Roland wasn't nervous at all, and both Hawk and Link were even smiling.
"So, after we finish this delicacy, we'll have to go to prison?" Roland asked.
A breeze blew, and the candles in the four corners of the banquet hall began to shake. The shadows around the few people in the center twisted and elongated, like ghosts in a carnival.
After the breeze passed for a moment, the twisted shadows gradually became normal again.
John Senior laughed. "How is that possible? We're all reasonable and sensible people. There's no way we'd make things so stiff."
Roland glanced at Hawk, who began to eat again.
This was the signal they had agreed on before. Negotiations would continue to be left to Roland, and the bottom line would not change.
Roland's gaze returned to John Senior, and he said calmly, "Yes, I believe that the old mayor is a reasonable man. Hawk worked hard to build the docks and also helped Delpon solve the employment and housing problems of hundreds, even thousands of beggars and refugees. Even if he didn't make a contribution, he still worked hard. Mayor, why don't you reward him?"
The mayor's smile gradually froze as he looked at Roland.
Roland was still smiling and meeting his eyes.
The old mayor's aura was getting stronger and stronger.
But Roland still looked indifferent. After a while, the mayor stood up and said, "I'm a little sleepy. Son, help me entertain these four sirs for a while."
John Junior nodded expressionlessly.
After that, the banquet hall was silent. No one spoke, only the sounds of Roland and the others eating could be heard.
About ten minutes later, Roland found a random excuse and left the castle. Hawk and the others followed him.
John Junior didn't see him off.
Walking out of the castle, Roland watched as the drawbridge behind him retracted at an extremely fast speed. He then turned his head and said to Hawk, "Be careful, it seems like Old John is going to make a move on us."
Jett said, "Why didn't you try to deal with it just now?"
"There's no turning back." Roland shook his head. "The other party is forcing us to take a stand, which will definitely cross Hawk's bottom line. If we don't stick together this time, he'll be able to find a way to defeat us one by one. "
"We are undying and indestructible, so why should we be afraid of him?" Jett was a little unconvinced.
"We can resurrect, but if we're all defeated one by one, he can kill us back to level zero," Roland explained. "Although we're strong, we're still too few people. He has an elite army under him, not the kind of small noble private army that Hawk dealt with before, and he himself is a professional. Our chances of winning aren't great, and we're even less of a match if we split up. "
Jett clicked his tongue. "I can't tell. He looks like a warrior barbarian, but he's surprisingly cunning."
Roland turned his head to look at Hawk. "How many days until your Silver Wings can assemble here?"
"The first batch will arrive in five days."
"Then we'll just have to hold out for five days." Roland thought for a moment and said, "For now, it's best for the four of us to stay together. Let's meet at the dock. I'll go to the Magic Tower to hand over some things first, and I'll be there soon."
"Then I'll go back to the Church of Life to pack up first."
Then the four of them dispersed for the time being. Roland returned to the Magic Tower, rang the golden bell, gathered everyone, and said, "I'll go to the dock outside the city for a while in the next few days. Vivian, later, invite Aldo to the Magic Tower to hold the fort. Remember, just say that it's my request. If he doesn't agree, then what I promised him before doesn't count."
The magic apprentices froze for a moment, then they all started shouting at once.
"Deputy Chairman, don't chase us away. Whoever has a problem with you has a problem with our Magic Tower."
"That's right, Deputy Chairman, don't go. If something happens, we'll fight together. Although our families are all small noble families, if we join forces, we'll still make a name for ourselves, "Vivian said.
"Deputy Chairman, every time something happens, you leave us aside. We're very unhappy like this."
The two newly arrived little fellows were at a loss.
Roland laughed. "It can't be helped. Who told you to be so disappointing? If all of you were official mages, I wouldn't have left."
After the group of magic apprentices heard this, they all looked embarrassed. Although Roland's words were unpleasant, they didn't feel offended in any way.
After all, they really were disappointing.
Roland looked at Vivian. "I trust you the most. Remember, you must tell the chairman everything I said just now. Do you understand?"
Roland's expression was solemn, and Vivian could only nod helplessly.
Not long after, Roland came out of the Magic Tower and went straight to the dock outside the city.
Rules like curfews didn't exist for spellcasters like them. Moreover, the general guarding the city didn't seem to have received any news from the mayor and let Roland out of the city without any hesitation. Then Jett also walked out of the city.
In the tallest and largest wooden square tower-shaped building at the dock, charcoal glowed red in an iron black basin, and a larger wooden basin filled with clean water held the iron basin in it.
Making a fire in a wooden hut was quite a necessary measure to prevent accidental fire.
And on the charcoal basin, there was a pot with all kinds of ingredients boiling in it.
The rich aroma of the hotpot soup base permeated the air.
Roland, Hawk, Link, and Jett each sat in a corner, chatting while the four of them were multitasking, browsing the forum.
As they scrolled, Link suddenly laughed. "Hahaha, Roland, you idiot."
This sudden curse almost broke everyone's waists.
Link's eyes turned and he covered his mouth to chuckle. "In the picture section, there's a highlight post. Take a look for yourself."
Roland clicked in and quickly found the post. Then, sure enough, he found it!
It was indeed Roland's idiot.
A statue made of sand.
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