It was no longer news among the nobles that the Golden Sons could be hired.
Also, the Golden Sons had a good reputation. If they accepted a job, they would try their best to complete it, and if they couldn't, they would even apologize.
All of them were talented, and their words were pleasant to hear.
So, the nobles liked to hire the Golden Sons to do things for them.
Also, most of the time, only the Golden Sons could resist the Golden Sons.
After all, only the undead could defeat the undead.
It wasn't too strange that Alfred hired five players to do things for him.
Roland was only going to listen to it. After all, Tobian's death was already within his expectations.
Little did he expect that three days later, Roland accidentally saw a popular video while browsing the posts on his break.
Coldly killing his father with his filial son. So this is the reason. Everyone in the country is silent after watching it.
A strong wave of UC hit him in the face.
Although he knew that such a title usually didn't have any real content, Roland couldn't help but click on the post.
What if there was content?
After opening the post, Roland clicked on the video and saw a familiar man kneeling in the room, covered in blood.
Around the room, there were many bodies, all wearing magic robes.
The person kneeling on the ground was a big bald man.
Tobian!
Roland froze for a moment, then continued watching.
In the video, Tobian was panting, but his expression was still slightly calm. Of course, it could also be faked.
He said, "Alfred, you don't know our relationship. I can tell you that you're actually my …"
"Biological son, right?"
A slightly immature voice rang out, and then the camera quickly moved to Tobian's opposite side.
A young man in a white robe stood proudly with a mocking expression on his face.
"Well …" Tobian's voice finally contained some incredulity. "If you know, why?"
"Why?" Alfred chuckled. "Because I only have one father, Gavin Munster. Who do you think you are to want to be my father? "
Hearing this, Tobyzon became agitated and even a little angry. "Why? How can that useless man be your father?" he asked.
Alfreid was infuriated the moment he heard that. He charged at Tobian and kicked him in the face, sending him flying several meters away.
Blood splattered.
One of the players couldn't help but whistle.
Everyone immediately turned to look at this person.
The player shrugged, looking rather embarrassed.
Although he looked miserable, Tobian was a professional after all. He wiped his bloodstained face and said angrily, "No matter how you deny it, you can't change the fact that my blood flows in your body. You're a noble descendant of Spell Casters. How can that powerless, poor, and powerless good-for-nothing be the father of my descendant? The fact that he was able to raise you is already a blessing from the Goddess of Fortune. "
Alfreid's face was even colder. He condensed a spear of light in his right hand and stabbed it into Tobian's left kidney.
Tobian screamed in pain and tried to struggle, but the two players behind him held him down.
For a professional, and a Master-level professional at that, although it was a serious injury, it wasn't fatal.
Tobian's face was pale. After howling, he looked at Alfreid and smiled miserably. "Do you hate me for not raising you? There's nothing I can do. After all, I only learned of your existence recently. I had no idea that that lowly woman was so lucky as to be pregnant with the child of a professional. "
Alfreid shook his head slowly. His expression grew colder and colder, and he looked at Tobian as if he were looking at a dung maggot.
"Do you know? My father and mother are the people I like the most. " A smile appeared on Alfreid's face. "My father has always been gentle since I was a child. He treated me as his own even though I wasn't his biological son. He only hit me once, when I molested a civilian girl of my age in front of my house when I was twelve. Then he slapped me. That was the only time he hit me. "
Tobian laughed and said, "That cowardly man doesn't even dare to piss off civilians after leaving Hollevin?"
"Yes, he's scared." Alfred suddenly grabbed Tobian by his collar and roared, "He's scared that I'll become a scumbag like you, because half of your blood flows in my veins, the blood of a dirty, despicable, inhuman maggot like you. After my father slapped me, he hugged me and cried. A white-haired relative cried like a child in front of me. Although a day later, he became as gentle as before, the pain in his cries that day is still vivid in my mind. "
Tobian said in disbelief, "You actually sympathized with a coward?"
"To this moment, you still don't understand why I came to kill you." Alfreid sneered. "When my mother told me that my father wasn't my biological father, I couldn't believe my ears. But I didn't hate you at that time. I just wanted to find out what kind of person my biological father was. But when I found out what you did to Mother and Father, I understood why Father cried so painfully. The dirty blood in my body was too dirty, it made me want to vomit. At that time, my first reaction was to kill myself. "
Tobian looked even more frightened. "You wanted to kill yourself? You're my only descendant, and you wanted to kill yourself? You could've inherited everything I have right now. Why did you want to kill yourself? "
"But I thought it through later." Alfreid threw Tobian to the ground and looked down at him. "No matter whose blood flows in my body, my soul will always be Gawain Munster's son. The body can wither, but the soul is the essence. "
Tobian stood up and roared, "You're lying to yourself. You'll always be my son. Nobody can change that."
"So, killing you will change that," said Alfreid casually. Alfreid said lightly, "I'm a Priest of Light. I can't kill people casually. But I've been investigating you for several days. Otherwise, why do you think I've only been bothering you for the past few days instead of actually attacking you?"
Tobian's expression turned awful. He was no longer as calm as a moment ago.
"I'm not surprised at all by my investigation. You're a scumbag. Forcing women into prostitution, laying their hands on underage girls, secretly kidnapping some beautiful young married women, and then disappearing. " Alfreid smiled coldly. "So, I have enough reasons to kill you without violating my creed."
Tobian grew anxious and shouted, "Don't kill me! I'm your father! You can inherit everything from me, the Association of Mages and my family. It's much better than fighting on your own."
"I'm a white-robed bishop with a great future," said Alfreid in disdain. Alfreid said in disdain, "A remote country, a trashy Association of Mages, and a small noble family are as weak and laughable as the orc chief. What's there to inherit?"
"You can't do that. No god would encourage a son to kill his father."
"But you're not my father."
Alfreid nodded at one of the players and turned to leave.
That was the end of the video.
Tobian's ending was self-evident.
Roland heaved a sigh of relief after watching the video.
Such a melodramatic family ethics drama would've been condemned by the audience if it were made into a TV show.
But it was very real in the game.
Or rather, it was the truth itself.
According to the players' replies, most of them supported Alfreid's decision to kill Tobian.
After all, what Tobian did was too disgusting. Also, Alfreid had investigated Tobian and found that he deserved to die.
But some people disagreed.
Tobian deserved to die, but Alfreid shouldn't have ordered him to be killed. After all, Tobian was a son, and it was unreasonable for a son to kill his father.
Roland, on the other hand, felt that both opinions made sense. Either way, Alfreid was right. So, he simply stayed away from the debate on the forum.
Then, he took out five elemental cores and put them on the table.
He had finished reading the two books that Ans gave him in the past three days.
The Elemental Lords were called Sword Dancers by the elves because they were pure battle-type Mages.
The so-called "sword" referred to the philosophy of the use of elemental power.
It was a rather idealistic belief that the spells gathered by elements were actually weapons, and "sword" was just an abstract name for such weapons.
Because of all the weapons, "sword" was the noblest.
Of course, that was only the opinion of most elves.
Many organizations and forces actually disagreed with such a belief.
For example, the Church of Light, the Church of Life, and even the Druids all considered hammers to be the most sacred.
The elves believed that the sword was a straightforward weapon, and they endowed the sword with many spiritual meanings.
For example, elves should be as noble as longswords, and they should be as upright as longswords.
It was easy for Roland to understand those things. After all, it was somewhat similar to the spirit of swordsmen.
The second book, on the other hand, wrote how to use the elemental cores, coordinate the elemental power, and finally transform the body to become an Elemental Lord.
The book said that it was difficult … but it wasn't difficult at all for Roland.
The two most critical factors to become an Elemental Lord were elven bloodline and the ability to control elemental magic to the extreme.
Roland had both of those factors.
Magic Power Control was a talent that even the elves didn't have.
According to the book, Roland drew a magic array on the ground and threw the five elemental cores into it. Finally, he used the pressure of the magic array to squeeze all the elemental cores into an even mixture of magic power.
Then, he guided the magic power into his own body to improve his body's quality and make his whole body more compatible with elemental magic power.
It sounded simple, but it was actually very, very difficult to do.
First of all, it was extremely difficult to mix five different elemental magic power together. If the proportion was slightly wrong, it would explode.
Also, he had to guide it into his body. Any slight mistake would cause the temporarily mixed magic power to explode in his body, and his whole body would be torn apart. He would be heavily injured if not killed.
But … Roland succeeded very easily.
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