Arriving at Alfred's room, he found that the environment here was much better than Roland's small suite.
The area was much larger, the lighting was better, and most importantly, the furnishings inside looked quite luxurious at first glance.
Alfred had Roland sit on a white leather and iron carpet chair, and he himself sat at the head of the table, then asked with a somewhat teasing smile, "How does it feel to be wronged and framed?"
"It's okay," Roland said in a very normal tone. "It's not like I haven't encountered something like this before."
When he first started working in the company after graduation, didn't he also take the blame for his boss a few times?
At that time, he was really depressed and had no ability to resist at all.
If he didn't take the blame, he would have to resign.
But it was different here. The players themselves were immortal, and Roland wasn't without the power to resist.
The reason why he cooperated with the black-robed soldiers was nothing more than for the sake of the Red Magic Tower. After all, he was now a student of the Red Magic Tower.
If he really felt malice, then he would certainly resist.
Looking at Roland's calm aura, Alfred nodded in satisfaction. "You should understand by now that as long as you have power, you're not afraid of such filthy things, at least you have the ability to seek a solution to the problem. You don't have to be killed instantly like Menon, nor do you have to be like a helpless civilian who just sits and waits for death when something happens. "
Roland nodded.
Indeed.
In a peaceful world, someone like Menon would indeed be a talent.
But this world was too dangerous.
Even in the Association of Mages in Fareins, which was almost considered an extremely safe place, he was assassinated. The strength of an individual was indeed quite important.
Seeing that Roland had listened, Alfred said with satisfaction, "So, you should put more effort into combat magic, like Menon's idea, make fewer spell models like oil-making and water-making, and make more spells like Inferior Blue Fireball."
Roland thought for a moment and said, "But I'm a Golden Son, immortal in the first place, and most importantly, ideas like Menon's are a great help to my ideas on magic. Self-exploding Inferior Fireball more or less relies on the exquisite control of magic power. "
"I see." Alfred thought for a moment and said, "Then let's go hand in hand. Menon is dead, and there should be a lot of information in his room. Even if you like this knowledge, go ahead and receive it. "
Roland stood up.
Alfred thought for a moment and said, "Menon also has a wife, and she's not bad looking. If you don't mind the trouble, take her in and take care of her as well. After all, it's hard for me to take it, so it can be considered as repaying a favor. "
Roland nodded. When he reached the door, he turned back sharply. Because he found that there was a strong "malice" in Alfred's words.
It was like a senior watching a grown-up junior, or perhaps it was more accurate to say that he had caught the junior by the hand.
But Alfred's expression was clearly very serious.
Was it an illusion?
Roland left the room, asked the guard on the aisle, and soon arrived at the room where Menon lived.
Menon was very rich, and his room was very big.
It was a superior suite.
As soon as Roland entered, he saw Menon's body in the middle of the living room, covered with a white cloth.
There were four black-robed soldiers around the suite. They were responsible for protecting Menon's body and family, as well as monitoring the property here to prevent the Mei family's wife from taking it away.
After all, Menon had a lot of research on magic, which was confidential.
A woman in a black dress was lying on the bench next to him, sobbing softly with her face buried in her hands.
Her face couldn't be seen clearly, but her figure was quite good.
The eyes of the four black-robed soldiers swept over the woman from time to time, and there was some hidden lust in their eyes.
When Roland came in, he immediately attracted the attention of the four soldiers, and one of them came up to him and asked, "May I ask who you are?"
Those who wore magic robes in the Association of Mages were all upper-class people, not people that small soldiers like them could afford to offend.
"Roland."
The soldier immediately bowed his head and said, "So it's Mr. Roland, you're finally here. A powerful master told me before that everything here will be yours in the future. Now we can leave. "
Roland shook his hand, took out several silver coins from his Backpack, stuffed them into the soldier's hand, and said, "Please take care of this for me. A small token of my appreciation, take it and drink it."
"Thank you, Master." The soldier beamed and bowed repeatedly.
The other three soldiers were also overjoyed.
The three of them only earned one silver coin a month, and they got a few at once. Although it wasn't much after splitting them, it was still an extra income.
The four soldiers thanked Roland profusely and left. They even helped Roland close the door gently.
Since the master was generous, he naturally had to have fun.
Playing with someone's wife next to the body of the dead was too much of a coquettish move, worthy of being a big shot in high society.
Too playful.
The four soldiers were impressed.
After the door was closed, the woman sitting on the bench sat up. She didn't dare to cry again, just hung her head and didn't dare to look at anyone.
Roland looked at the body in the living room, walked over, and pulled back the white cloth. Menon still had the same expression of death.
Sighing, Roland covered the white cloth.
Then he walked up to the woman and said, "I'm also very sad about Menon's death. I'd like to ask if Menon has any family or relatives other than you, his wife. "
"There's his family in Delonthwaite County, father, mother, two brothers, and a sister."
Roland thought for a moment and said, "Then that's it. You can take away all the belongings here except the magic materials. Go home, and as for how the belongings are divided, that's your business."
At this moment, the woman's face turned pale, and she threw herself at Roland's side, hugged Roland's leg with both hands, and cried out in panic, "My lord, please don't drive me back, or I'll die. Menon's father will make me into a terracotta statue and bury me with Menon. Please, please, don't drive me back. "
Roland froze. "What happened?"
The woman immediately told him what had happened.
The territory of Fareins was very, very large. The south was frighteningly hot, and the north was cold all year round.
To the west was the Desert Kingdom, and to the east was the Green Sea Islands.
In such a large territory, customs were quite different from county to county.
In Delonthwaite County, where Menon lived, there was a custom that if a wife left no children when her husband died, she was an unqualified wife and had to be buried with her husband and continue to bear children for her husband in hell.
Of course, this custom was not absolute. If the wife was quite powerful, or her maternal family was quite powerful, they could be spared death.
And this woman was the daughter of a merchant.
She didn't have that kind of energy.
Menon was dead and had no children, and if no one of sufficient status took her in, then she would undoubtedly die.
Even if she escaped, it would be useless.
The Menon family was also a rather powerful noble family, and as long as they wanted to, as long as they didn't escape from Fareins, there was always a way to find her.
After all, there were some spells that could be used to find people, such as Lesser Benediction.
In other words, this woman's grief was half for her husband and half for herself.
Her husband was dead, and she could barely survive.
"Beatrice, right?" Roland thought about it and said, "I can protect you for a while, and even take you to Hollevin to live again. Would you like that?"
Beatrice nodded vigorously.
"Then take care of Menon's funeral." Roland looked at the body next to him and said, "I'll take a look at the magic information in here."
"Okay." Beatrice pointed to the room on the right. "That's Menon's study, and all his information is in there."
Roland took a slight breath and walked into the study.
The room was quite large, and though it was far from Stephanie's underground library, there were still a dozen bookshelves.
There were many handwritten books on them, and Roland flipped through a few at random and found that the handwriting was the same.
This meant that it was the work of the same person, probably Menon's.
Roland threw all the books into his Backpack, which was almost stuffed to the brim.
He then took a handwritten copy and looked at it, fascinated by it.
Menon loved to do research, so his insights and experiences were quite substantial.
If the mage insights collected by the eldest son-in-law were good "goods," then these books were excellent "research data," and experts could easily be fascinated by them at a glance.
That was the case for Roland.
He read it word by word, for fear of missing a word.
He forgot about time and his hunger.
It wasn't until Beatrice, who was already hungry, knocked on the door and came in and gently tugged on Roland's sleeve that he was awakened from the contents of the book.
"Well, ah!" Roland looked around and found that the scenery outside the window was a little dim, so he said, "So it's already night."
"No, it's already the next morning," Beatrice said timidly, her eyes red. "You haven't moved all night."
"All night, then why didn't I notice it was dark …"
Roland jerked his head up and found a luminous ball of light above his head, condensed from his own magic power.
He was so fascinated by it that he subconsciously released a ball of light after dark without even realizing it himself.
Roland put the book back in his Backpack and asked, "Have you finished with the funeral of the Menon family?"
Beatrice folded her hands in front of her lower abdomen. "I've already had someone send it back to Delonwa County in a carriage, using people from the Guild of Mercenaries. They're trustworthy."
Roland sighed. He felt that it was a pity that Menon had died.
This research data was really useful.
"So you're coming with me now?" Roland looked at Beatrice.
"As long as you don't despise me, sir." Beatrice thought about it and said, "Please come with me, sir."
The two of them walked into the living room, and Beatrice saw a large white bag dragged out from under the bench, then carried it hard on the table and opened it. There were a lot of gold and silver coins inside. "Sir, this is Menon's property, and it's all I could find. It's all yours now."
Roland glanced over and found that there were at least a hundred gold coins in the pile, and there should be about two hundred silver coins.
This was a huge sum.
"You're his widow, so this money is yours."
Beatrice's eyes widened. "But I'm already yours, so of course these gold coins are yours."
Hmm?
Roland subconsciously felt that something was wrong. He seemed to have been tricked by Alfred.
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