As the sun set, the afterglow dyed the entire city blood-red.
The beggar army began to clean up the corpses on the streets. They didn't mind being dirty or tired, and moved all the corpses outside the city.
They also had people spread the news in the city, hoping that the families of the deceased would come to claim the bodies, and if no one did, they would bury them all together and erect nameless monuments.
After the news got out, a large number of soldiers were buried until late at night, and not many people came to claim the bodies.
This was normal. Now that the flag on the walls of Delpon had changed, everyone knew that the mayor's family was finished, and whether they lived or died depended on the will of the Golden Sons.
In such an unclear situation, who would dare to rashly meet the Golden Sons, who were in power? What if it was a trap?
The bright moonlight also shone on the castle.
The two halves of John Senior's body were put together, and several corpse-keepers were carefully sewing them together.
The mayor's wife sat to the side, her expression wooden, looking at the silver moon in the sky, not knowing what to think.
And her youngest daughter, on the other hand, was sobbing, low and suppressed, not daring to be loud.
After all, there were a dozen beggar soldiers watching over them.
In addition, Priest Jett was also taking a nap.
John Junior looked at his father's body and then at the full moon in the sky. The cold moonlight carried an inexplicable chill, and he couldn't help but wrap his arms around his chest and tighten his body.
Even now, he was still a little confused, even feeling as if he were in a dream.
In less than a day, he had become a prisoner, and in his eyes, his incomparably powerful father was also dead.
It didn't feel real at all.
I really hope it's a nightmare.
It was almost dawn, and the mayor's wife sat in a chair, seeming to show signs of falling asleep. Her husband's body was stitched up not far away, but she could fall asleep, which was a skill in itself.
The youngest daughter also stopped crying. It seemed that she had cried enough, and even her voice had become hoarse.
John Junior got up, walked up to Jett, who was taking a nap, and asked, "How exactly are we going to be dealt with? It's time to give us an answer, right?"
He finished speaking, and then found that his voice was very hoarse.
Jett opened his eyes and said lightly, "There's no need to rush. As long as you don't cause trouble, you won't die. Wait until Roland talks with the others."
At this moment, Roland was deriving magic models in the Magic Tower.
He already had some ideas about scouting Spell Puppets.
First, mobility had to be guaranteed. Then, the size had to be small. The smaller something was, the more suitable it would be for scouting purposes, and the less likely it would be to be discovered. Then, there was the perception range. Without enough vision, it would not be useful as a scout.
Then there was the adaptability of the environment and terrain.
At the very least, he needed to be able to climb mountains and swim in water. As for flying … he still didn't understand how magic flight worked, so he decided to skip it for now.
Then, according to those requirements, the product was made, but Roland felt that something wasn't right when he saw the one-eyed magic spider the size of a fist crawling around the lab at a high speed.
After looking at it for a while, he realized that it was still too conspicuous.
A fist-sized 'spider' that was light yellow in color was really eye-catching.
How to reduce the presence of this thing … Making it smaller was the most effective method, but the problem was that Roland's model had already compressed the size of this Spell Puppet to the minimum, and it couldn't be any smaller.
Roland was a little worried.
If this thing wasn't yellow, perhaps it wouldn't be so conspicuous. Change the color … Wait!
An idea suddenly flashed through Roland's mind.
This Spell Puppet could change color, so wouldn't it be fine if he made it into a chameleon mode? As long as the color was similar to the surrounding environment, even a fist-sized spider would be hard to detect.
He couldn't help but snap his fingers and give his idea a thumbs up. He was about to use this function to start modifying the spell model when there was a light knock on the door from behind.
Roland turned around and found that it was Aldo.
"You're still in the mood to do magic experiments at a time like this. You really have a big heart." Aldo walked in with a smile. Looking at the spider puppets scurrying around the room, he was slightly stunned, then he said with some envy, "Another new derivative spell, your talent is really good."
"Because I spend all my time on magic, unlike a certain chairman who spends it on women's bellies."
Aldo laughed when he heard that. "I'm happy to … You should know why I'm here."
"Yes, on behalf of the other nobles and big merchants in the city, I want to help pull some strings for us to meet, or to hear my opinions and views."
"Indeed." Aldo nodded and said, "Smart as expected."
"I'm doing magic experiments here, in fact, waiting for you to come. I'm not familiar with the other nobles, and if they want to negotiate with me, they have to find an acquaintance to deliver a message, and you're the most suitable candidate. “
Hahaha! Aldo laughed, and in his smile, there was an additional inexplicable pleasure. "Those nobles have finally come to me for help. You don't know, although I'm also considered a well-known person in the city, in fact, no one thinks highly of me. After all, too many people know that I used to be a dog. "
Roland sighed softly.
"Bringing you into our Magic Tower was indeed the right choice." Aldo looked up at the sky and sighed, even somewhat complacent. "Although you haven't had a conflict with those guys from the headquarters yet, you've now killed a mayor. I'm more and more convinced that you'll have a great conflict with the people from the headquarters in the future, and then there'll be a good show to watch. "
Roland smiled and said, "Then I'll avoid the capital of Hollevin in the future."
Aldo choked and said helplessly, "Can you let me be happy for a while?"
Roland shrugged.
Aldo sighed. "All right, let's get down to business. The nobles want to meet you. "
"Want to take the opportunity to pick peaches?"
Because of Language Proficiency, the phrase "pick peaches" was translated into a common saying in Hollevin with a similar meaning.
Aldo laughed contemptuously. "They don't dare to take credit, they just want to take some bones from your hands to eat. You even dared to kill the mayor, nearly a thousand elite soldiers were all killed by you, who in the city dares to have trouble with you now? "
"What can they help us with?"
Aldo said matter-of-factly, "A lot."
Roland was silent for a moment.
The nobles were a bit annoying, but they couldn't be separated from them at the moment. Whether the entire city could stabilize or not depended on whether they cooperated or not.
Of course, in the long run, Hawk and Link should have a way to deal with these nobles.
At this stage, he had to put up with them.
After a while, Roland said, "Help me set a time and place."
"Well, let's just come to my house. This way, both of you will feel a lot more at ease."
"Then I'll have to trouble you."
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