Looking at Roland's helpless expression, the nobles on the opposite side all had faint smiles on their faces.
This didn't affect their evaluation of Roland. After all, the behavior of the other Golden Sons was also very much in line with their identities. Wasn't it normal for barbarians and priests who dedicated their piety to God to not be smart?
Therefore, the person they valued the most and feared the most was still Roland.
This young Mage who clearly looked to be at the Elite level but might actually be an Archmage.
The old woman's name was Caroline, and she looked at Roland and said in the slow tone characteristic of old people, "Indeed, we are all distant relatives of the John family, so what do you think, sir?"
"I'm just curious, since you are relatives, why can you sit down and communicate with us in a peaceful mood instead of planning to avenge the mayor?"
Not only was Roland curious about this question, but Hawk and the others were also quite curious.
"Because it was John Senior who made the first move, and you didn't kill them all. Now the John family is still the mayor, and they just lost a bloodline and some benefits."
So that's how it is … As long as the John family's bloodline inheritance isn't shaken, anything can be discussed?
In fact, this was also the reason why the incident in Mory didn't cause too much of a stir among the noble class.
Everyone's hands weren't clean, and Bettel, the mayor of Mory, was not to mention the fact that he hooked up with a Golden Son's woman and actually threw her to her death from the third floor when he was done playing with her!
Anyone who did this, as long as they had enough power, would not easily spare him.
And the Golden Sons had power.
Now they had killed John Senior and almost all the soldiers, but they still hadn't killed John Senior's bloodline.
Even … the mayor's position was now in John Junior's hands.
This kind of "restraint" in battle was extremely in line with the great noble class's characteristic of fighting without breaking.
Everyone could fight for their own interests, and some descendants could die, but things must not be done to the extreme, and one's title or lordship must not be lost.
If someone dared to do so, they would definitely be ostracized by other nobles. Then the next time his entire family was killed, no one would speak up for him.
Looking at Roland's expression of understanding, the old woman smiled. "Next, we can talk about interesting things. For example … how do you plan to deal with the few mines outside the city? If it's not convenient for you to manage it, the Gawain family can do it for you, as long as you're willing to pay us some management fees. "
Roland chuckled. "We're not in a hurry to talk about that. There's something more important at the moment."
The nobles were a little surprised. The old lady looked a little puzzled and said, "Sir, please speak."
"How about giving us the position of sheriff?" Roland said with a smile, "I don't care who the current incumbent is, but we Golden Sons must take this position."
"Why?" The old lady shook her head in confusion.
"We always have our own reasons. It's not convenient for us to talk about it."
The five people on the other side began to mutter to themselves, and they even exchanged glances.
Roland continued to add fuel to the fire. "We are determined to win this position. For this, we can give up some other benefits."
The five people on the other side were shocked. The old woman covered her mouth with a blue fan. Her eyebrows curved as she said, "How much profit can you give us?"
"For example … we don't want a single mine!"
…
…
The negotiations went more smoothly than expected. Lynk got the position of sheriff, Hawk's dock would soon be officially open for business, and he also annexed the original old dock.
Jett got unlimited preaching rights in the entire city of Delpon.
As for Roland, he only wanted money … In the future, one-third of the mayor's mansion's monthly taxes would be given to Roland.
Most importantly, they could guarantee that the mayor's mansion would announce to the outside world that John Senior died of illness, not from being killed by weapons.
What followed was naturally an appropriate time for the host and guests. After eating and drinking for a while, Roland and the others left the banquet hall.
The group of nobles and merchants were still waiting at the door. When they saw Roland and the others come out, they didn't dare to ask any questions. They just made way for the four of them to leave the manor.
After the four of them left, the old lady came out.
The nobles looked at her eagerly.
After looking around, the old lady said softly, "It's settled. Tomorrow, everything will be as usual."
The nobles were happy, but they were gentlemen and ladies and wouldn't cheer like the lowly people, only applauding.
And so … thunderous applause rang out.
Roland and the others walked out of the manor.
Hawk walked at the front, and as he walked, he smiled disdainfully and said, "Those guys talk pretty, but they're not actually afraid of our power. If we were civilians, ordinary people, the big hat of treason would have been pinned on us long ago. "
The moonlight was good tonight, and Roland was in a good mood. He smiled and said, "Don't worry so much about it. It's normal to look at strength, look at face, look at family background. If there's an ugly woman in front of you and you're asked to marry her, would you be willing? If it's a beautiful woman, you might be willing to sit down and talk. By the same token, if we have the strength, we can naturally get them to sit down and talk things over. Don't think too much about other things, it's not good for yourself. "
Hawk sighed. "That's true, justice without power is nothing."
At this time, Link suddenly asked, "Roland, why do you only want gold coins? Isn't it good to cultivate some of your own forces and personnel?"
"That's too much of a waste of energy. Magic is a very esoteric technology, and I don't have that much time to manage organizations and things like that." Roland heaved a sigh. "Besides, I saw a sorcerer's autobiography, and the first sentence on the first page said, 'Paupers are not qualified to become high-level sorcerers.' So, I have to make more money first so that I can spend money like water in the future."
"Why don't you just switch to a Warlock …" Hawk turned back and said with a smile as he walked backward, but suddenly, he froze. "Huh, where's Jett?"
Roland said indifferently, "He fell behind just now, getting into a carriage with a noble woman with a gourd-shaped figure."
Hawk looked behind him and found a carriage at the entrance of the manor, which seemed to be gently rocking.
"This guy has good luck with women." Hawk smacked his lips. "I'm so envious."
Link glanced at him sideways.
Hawk subconsciously shivered and patted his arm. "Strange, why do I suddenly feel a little cold?"
Roland smiled.
The three then separated at the fork in the road, and Roland returned to the Magic Tower.
Vivian was resting on the table in his study, and when she heard him open the door, she immediately stood up and said happily, "Deputy Chairman, you're finally back. I made you some soup to sober you up. Wait a moment, I'll heat it up and bring it over."
Roland wanted to refuse, but thinking that it was also the other party's good intentions, he didn't speak.
Not long after, Vivian came over with a bowl of thick soup that smelled pretty good.
Roland took it, drank it, and asked, "How have those two little guys been learning recently? Have they been naughty?"
"They're very obedient and studying very seriously." Vivian hesitated slightly. "It's just that the other companions don't really like the two of them."
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