The mayor's residence of Delpon.
Roland met the future mayor, John Junior.
Until now, Delpon didn't have a real mayor on the surface, and John Junior had never gotten the position of mayor.
The two hadn't seen each other for more than two years.
Roland was the unsociable type, and when he returned to Delpon, he was either in the research room of the Magic Tower or in the manor with his two women.
He hardly participated in any social activities.
John Junior, on the other hand, rarely appeared at the banquets of other nobles. Both of them were homebodies, so naturally, they didn't meet.
At this moment, John Junior's expression was calm. He poured a glass of fruit wine for Roland, then raised his glass and said, "To an acquaintance I haven't seen in a long time, cheers."
He took the initiative to finish the whole glass of fruit wine first.
Roland also finished the fruit wine in his glass in one gulp, then looked at the other. "Your temperament has become quite good."
"I have to," John Junior said lightly. "I don't want to die. I could still see your back before, but now you're so strong that it's ridiculous. Not to mention your strength, above Master, heading toward Legend, you even made contact with the First Princess of Fareins, who I heard is the future queen … but lived in your manor for a long time. "
John Junior snorted lightly and continued, "After knowing this, I don't have any hatred for you anymore. Instead, I find myself ridiculous."
Roland didn't say anything and just looked at the other party quietly.
John Junior leaned back and said with a bitter smile, "When my mind was still on the city and my strength stagnated, you had become a Master Mage and established a huge force. Compared to Fareins, Hollevin is as small as a fly. There's already a huge gap between you and me, and I can't catch up to you in my lifetime. Why should I fight you? My skull? "
Listening to John Junior's self-analysis, Roland smiled.
He knew that John Junior was telling the truth.
Now John Junior was only level five, and Roland was already level twelve. There was a gap of seven levels, and with the growth template of the Lord level of the players, the difference in strength between the two was almost like the difference between a mouse and a mammoth.
Roland turned on his Magic Shield and let John Junior attack for ten days and ten nights, but he still couldn't break Roland's shield.
More importantly, Roland could now completely perceive John Junior's mental power waves.
He could tell if a sentence was a lie or not.
It was a classic case of level suppression.
"It's good that you understand. This will be of great benefit to our relationship."
Roland picked up the flagon and poured a cup for the man before pouring one for himself.
This action surprised John Junior.
The victor actually took the initiative to pour wine for the defeated dog, and there was no hint of mockery. This … how should one describe it?
Roland finished the fruit wine in one gulp and said, "Now that you understand, I can return the furs and building materials businesses in the city to the mayor's mansion for you to handle."
John Junior was stunned. After a while, he laughed dryly and said, "Is this the value of my mother and sister?"
He had a strange expression on his face.
He felt terrible, but he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"Believe it or not, I still have to say this. I didn't touch them."
Roland felt helpless. How many times had he said that he didn't like married people? It was just that the queen happened to be one.
Besides, Vivian had been a virgin before and hadn't been married, okay?
John Junior couldn't understand. His mother and sister were very beautiful. Although they weren't as beautiful as Queen Andonara, they were still slightly better than Vivian.
Besides, there was a special bonus when a mother and daughter were together.
This … This man was too gentlemanly.
Incredible.
Looking at John Junior's stunned expression, Roland said, "I wanted to talk to you about your father's resurrection, but now it seems that it wasn't you who did it."
John Junior said solemnly, "I heard about it too, and I'm scared too."
"Then close the castle first, and I'll take over your businesses after I take care of things."
Roland stood up.
John Junior also stood up. "Those two businesses, are you testing me, or using me as a fighter?"
"Both."
Leaving such a sentence, Roland left the mayor's mansion.
Although Roland was the behind-the-scenes boss of Delpon, he didn't have all the businesses in the hands of the Magic Tower.
Instead, he divided a lot of them to contain John Junior's hidden forces.
But now that two years had passed, those forces, seeing that John Junior had no hope of turning the tables, had turned their backs on him, and even had some sneaky thoughts about the Magic Tower.
They were always up to little tricks in the dark.
They thought that Vivian and Roland wouldn't notice.
Human greed was like this, forgetting the pain when the wound healed.
Roland couldn't be bothered to deal with these small fries anymore and released John Junior, who had been held back for nearly four years and must hate these traitors to the core.
When the time came, he would naturally take the initiative to deal with these people. Also, the business of building materials and furs didn't make much money, and now the Magic Tower didn't need the profits from these two businesses.
It was a waste of manpower and troublesome.
Most importantly, Roland believed that a triangle was the most stable.
When the time came, the Magic Tower, the mayor's mansion, and the minor nobles united, forming a relatively peaceful relationship.
This way, he and the Magic Tower could focus entirely on magic research and teaching apprentices.
Out of Delpon, Roland came to the hillside where John Senior was buried and soon found John Senior's grave.
The grave was indeed destroyed, and the tombstone was overturned and thrown to the side.
The decaying coffin was also pulled out, and the cover fell not far from the yellow soil of the grave. Roland covered himself with a Magic Shield, completely isolating the surrounding smell, before walking over.
There was nothing in the coffin except some blackened fragments.
John Senior was a professional, a Warrior, and his body didn't rot so easily.
He might even become a mummy.
Roland looked around and didn't find any footprints.
He then spread out his mental tentacles, and soon, a weak dark magic appeared under the search of the mental tentacles.
Roland followed this magic and walked slowly through the forest, soon arriving in front of a cave covered by weeds.
Here, the smell of dark magic was stronger, and he could feel it even without using his mental tentacles.
It seemed to be trying to lure him in?
Roland shook down three almost completely transparent magic spiders, then stepped aside, used Stone to Mud to sink into the ground, and then sealed the cave entrance above.
After all this was done, two magic spiders walked into the cave entrance, and the last magic spider climbed a nearby tree and probed the surroundings.
Roland felt that something was wrong, so he drilled into the ground, intending to scout the situation in the cave and see if he could launch a counterattack.
The cave was dark, but the three magic spiders' cores already had night vision, and although the magic array of night vision was small and not very effective because of their size and magic power, they could still see things at a distance of about five meters.
The magic spiders clawed along the walls of the cave and moved forward slowly.
After about ten minutes of walking, they saw something special and sent the image back to Roland.
In Roland's mind, he could see many skeletons on both sides of the walls in the cave.
And in the innermost part was a pair of blue eyes. But because it was far away, he couldn't see clearly.
One of the spiders slowly moved over, and it didn't take long for him to see that the pair of eyes belonged to a man with a dark green face. He sat boldly at the end of the cave, his eyes flashing with blue flames.
And Roland recognized this man.
Old John.
Sure enough, it's resurrected … Just as Roland was thinking this, Old John, who was sitting, suddenly stood up and waved his left hand with an iron hand, hitting the wall with a smack, directly smashing the magic spider into magic residue.
Undead creatures were very sensitive to magic.
The moment the magic spider dissipated, Roland could clearly see the deep hatred burning in the other's blue eyes.
He recognizes my magic?
Roland froze for a moment, then realized that this was a trap.
Without another word, he turned Stone to Mud and let himself sink deeper into the ground.
He didn't stop until he was estimated to have sunk below a hundred meters.
Just as he finished doing all this, Old John in the cave moved. He rushed forward two more steps and smashed the other magic spider apart.
In this way, Roland was left with only the magic spider above his head.
But this was enough.
Soon, this magic spider transmitted an image.
Six men in gray robes and white wolf masks surrounded the vicinity of the cave.
They looked left and right, seeming to be looking for Roland.
Not long after, John Senior rushed out of the cave, covered in armor, and when he ran, he was like a light tank.
After rushing out of the cave entrance, he broke a small tree, then looked left and right, only to let out an angry roar from his mouth.
As he roared, yellow saliva dripped from his mouth, and teeth fell out one by one.
"Let Roland get away," said one of the gray-robed men. "Where did we give the game away?"
Another man said, "I don't know, a trap that took a lot of effort to set up."
At this moment, Old John let out another angry and ear-piercing roar.
"Take care of your corpse and appease him."
One of the gray-robed men made a few gestures, and Old John immediately quieted down.
Roland had never seen this magic gesture before … which was normal; he didn't know much about dark spells.
"Wait, don't talk!"
One of the gray-robed men suddenly reached out. His gaze swept around and finally fell on the magic spider.
Then he raised his hand and a throwing knife hit the magic spider squarely.
Roland's "eye positions" all disappeared.
"He's still watching us nearby, search and find him!"
Several people immediately dispersed.
Roland cast Secondary Invisibility on himself, and his figure gradually faded. Then he smiled, snapped his fingers, and disappeared into the underground cavern.
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