This little ball of light was the young mother's fragile soul.
It had no consciousness, no intelligence, and was just a mass of energy that was worried about her daughter's safety.
Even if Roland didn't touch her, she would completely disappear in an hour or two.
After all, there was no paradise in this world where souls existed, and no soul could last long.
Maybe there was … but Roland didn't find it.
So, Roland didn't feel any psychological burden when he sucked her into his soul.
This young mother's soul was too small compared to Roland's, and it was dissolved into countless pieces by the enormous soul the moment it entered Roland's head.
A lot of memory fragments unfolded in Roland's consciousness.
Most of the memories he saw were recent.
After all, the more recent the memories were, the clearer they were.
Searching through all the records, Roland soon found the scene of the young mother's accident.
In her soul's vision, there was a ball of light that looked similar to her, right next to her.
But this ball of light was much larger and brighter than she was.
She had an instinct to approach it.
But then two figures suddenly appeared, one white and one gold, both emitting intense light that made it impossible to see their faces clearly.
The white one even stretched out his hand and slapped the little ball of light aside with a bang.
Then, they flew into a strange door of light with the big ball of light and disappeared.
After reading this memory, Roland opened his eyes and his body shook slightly.
A bodyguard next to him came up and asked in a low voice, "Boss, are you okay?"
It was a habit in the system to call leaders "boss" when they were outside, and when they were on some confidential missions or needed to keep their identities secret, they would follow the trend and call leaders "boss" to distinguish between superiors and subordinates.
It was more confidential this way. After all, the whole world called others boss.
It was better than calling him Director Huang, Director Huang, and the like to keep his identity confidential.
Roland waved his hand, said thank you, and rode home on his bike, followed by the two bodyguards.
His parents were naturally happy to see him back.
But they also heard about Betta. After all, Betta had other friends who visited his house in the past few years, and the two elders knew him.
Knowing that Betta died so miserably, the two elders couldn't help but sigh.
They helped the two bodyguards sleep in the guest room.
Roland, on the other hand, returned to his room.
Lying on the bed, he kept thinking about where the portal led to and whether or not Beta's soul had been sent away.
Was Beta still alive somewhere else?
Two hours later, he drifted off to sleep with all these thoughts running through his mind.
After a night's sleep, Roland followed the car to the crematorium according to Schuck's phone number.
The customs of Nanjiang were relatively old-fashioned. Although burial was no longer allowed, before cremation, a temporary mourning hall was still set up and a funeral master was invited to recite scriptures.
Many people came to the mourning hall. The dead young mother had also sent a few representatives over. After all, Betta had returned to save their loved one, the little girl. Otherwise, he would definitely have been able to escape.
The funerary masters, who were dressed in strange clothes and did not look like Taoists or monks, began to jump up and down while playing the suona and knocking on the wooden fish.
They even sang the traditional song of farewell for the living and the dead.
After more than three hours, most of Betta's father's hair had turned white overnight, and his mother was still unconscious in the hospital.
All the family and friends knew that this family was gone.
The two old people would live a life that was worse than death in the future.
The misery of a family that had lost its only child was simply unimaginable to outsiders.
All of F6's friends came, and looking at Betta's photo in the mourning hall, the more emotional Husseret and Raffel burst into tears on the spot.
Roland also felt like his nose was sore and his heart was suffocated.
After staying at home for two more days, Roland then returned to the base.
Now that Andonara felt very safe, it was no longer a problem for her that Roland was missing for a short period of time.
Roland had thought that this was the end of Betta's matter, but he didn't expect it to be even more troublesome.
He hid in the floating city to conduct magic experiments.
The master architects had prioritized the construction of his laboratory.
He didn't even have half a month of peace before Schuck pinged him in the guild chat system.
Schuck: "Roland, there's trouble in Wetland City. Go over and help stabilize the situation. I'll be there soon." Li Lin and the others had already rushed over.
As soon as Roland saw this, he knew what had probably happened.
He immediately started the floating city and spent more than half a day flying over the wetlands.
At this time, the mayor's residence was in a mess.
Most of the staff were hiding on the side, and in the city hall, two groups of people were confronting each other.
Roland focused his eyes and saw that on one side was Li Lin and the others, and on the other side was a small group of several more famous livestream uploaders, led by Charles, the president of Cornucopia.
Li Lin pointed at Charles' nose and shouted, "This is Betta's territory, what are you Cornucopia doing here? I repeat, get out. "
"Betta is dead, so naturally Wetland City is ownerless. What's wrong with those who can occupy it?" Charles smiled, then looked at several uploaders and said, "Netizens who are watching the livestream, don't you think so? This Wetland City was indeed built by Betta first, but it was the joint effort of all of us players that made it as prosperous as it is now. "
"That's not a reason for Cornucopia to be the lord. When is it the turn of an unscrupulous organization like Cornucopia? "
"There's no such thing as unscrupulous in business, there are only rules," Charles said indifferently. Charles said lightly, "Let's not talk about whether our Cornucopia is qualified or not. Do you think you are qualified? When we were building Wetland City, where were you? On women's bellies, or fooling around in some brothel? "
The faces of Li Lin and the others turned livid.
It was no secret now that the maids of the Church of Love could help players level up.
As the first to discover this secret, they naturally took advantage of it.
Now it was the female Priests of the Church of Love who didn't have enough … There were too many male players.
There was a lot of chuckling in the livestream.
Although many netizens yearned for an open event, in most cases, especially in public, it would still be spurned by others.
Seeing that Li Lin and the others were speechless, Charles, who had already taken the moral high ground, said with a smile, "So, Wetland City is everyone's city, and it should be up to everyone to decide who the next city belongs to."
"I don't think so."
Roland walked up.
Seeing Roland, Charles didn't show any special expression, or rather, Roland's appearance was completely within his expectations.
The fact that F6 was very united was well known to the chairmen of all the guilds.
"Oh, the number one expert in the entire server is here. Do you think you should be the mayor of this Wetland City?"
Charles said sarcastically, fanning the flames.
Several streamers next to him were livestreaming, and a few even made sarcastic remarks.
"The number one expert in the entire server, it's normal to be a little greedy."
"There's nothing wrong with eating a brother's inheritance."
"I heard that Betta has two beautiful maids hidden in his room, and Roland will probably take them as well. Doesn't he like wives the most, haha."
The bullet comments were also wild, and it seemed that they had a lot of opinions about Roland. The situation seemed very unfavorable.
But this was actually the silent majority, and those who supported Roland didn't speak, waiting for Roland to refute.
The crazy comments on the bullet comments now were just paid posters.
"Of course I'm not the mayor of Wetland City, because according to the inheritance law, only Betta's legal wife and parents are eligible to continue his inheritance and position. And of course it can't be you, Charles. "
As soon as this was said, the bullet comments stopped for a while, and then there were bullet comments like "reasonable" and "it should be so" that filled the screen of several livestream rooms.
Charles' cheeks twitched as he said coldly, "The game is the game, what does it have to do with reality? I've never heard that the things in the game account can be inherited by family."
"That's because you're ignorant. The inheritance of virtual information property such as online games has long been written into the law."
Charles frowned.
Roland was strong, Schuck was strong, and F6 was ridiculously strong in general.
But why did he want to get a say in Wetland City at the risk of offending the strongest guild?
The reason was simple: money moved people.
Wetland City was now a gathering place for players, and the production and circulation of property here was growing at a very fast rate.
When Betta was still here, the taxes didn't seem to be too much, but that was because Betta had been reinvesting the taxes into the construction of Wetland City.
Infrastructure, roads, military expenses, and so on … these were the bulk of the expenses.
But now, the foundation had been laid, and as long as he took over, all that was left was to fix some of the things that weren't done properly, and then he could lie down and collect money.
Charles had calculated that with the taxes of Wetland City, three or four thousand gold coins a year wouldn't be a problem, and that was when necessary expenses were included.
In other words … it was equivalent to sixty or seventy million RMB.
Of course, it was impossible for anyone to exchange that much money in the game year after year, but that didn't mean that the game wouldn't be open beta in the future.
In the future, there would be five million or even fifty million players in the game … when there would be more tycoons, wouldn't it be easy to exchange for money?
And at that time, Wetland City would be further developed.
The economic system of this game was very real.
The amount of gold was limited, and this was a real world.
There was no money, no coins, and almost no inflation.
This was why Charles would rather offend F6 to fight for it after he knew that Betta might die.
His plan was to mobilize public opinion and work with the netizens to turn Wetland City into public ownership, then first occupy a small piece of the cake, and then slowly erode it, secretly mobilizing public opinion to turn the public into private again.
The people around him were quite good at this.
It was just that he had no idea that Roland would just throw out the words: inheritance.
This was no less than a weapon of mass destruction.
All at once, the moral high ground he had just been on was destroyed.
Charles pursed his lips and looked at Roland rather unhappily.
After a while, he said, "Betta's parents, do they play this game?"
"Whether they do or not, that's their business, not something you, Charles, should consider." Roland walked slowly into the city hall.
Here, he also saw an acquaintance.
Gelton Zell.
A half-elf, the chief of Betta's Knights of the Round Table.
Roland ignored Charles and walked over and asked, "Gelton, what are your plans?"
"Is Master really dead? Died in the world of your Golden Sons? "asked Gelton.
Roland nodded silently.
Gelton looked at the back of his hand, where there had been a silver sword-shaped emblem, but now it was gone, as if it had never been there.
"Then I have to leave." Gelton looked at the crowd around him and smiled bitterly. "A masterless Wetland City isn't worth me staying."
Roland sighed and asked, "Where are the other members of the Knights of the Round Table?"
"One after another, they've all left." Gelton sighed. "Actually, we already knew that something had happened to Master. I just wanted to stay here and wait for you to give me a real, definitive news. Alas, why are all good people so short-lived? "
Roland didn't know how to respond to this.
At this moment, a maid rushed down from the upper floor of the city hall, screaming as she ran, "Not good, something's happened, Lisa she … Lisa she …"
"What's wrong?" Roland hurriedly walked up and asked.
"She's sleeping in her own bed, so much blood … so much …" The maid's face was pale and she was incoherent.
"What floor is she on?" Roland asked hurriedly.
"The third floor."
Roland immediately rushed up, and Gelton ran up after him.
Charles and the other uploaders looked at each other and chased after them.
On the third floor, Roland immediately smelled a strong smell of rust and followed the smell to a room. When he opened it, he found a woman lying on her back on the bed with a dagger in her chest.
Blood flowed almost all over the bed, and it was already thick and black. It must have been some time since the accident happened.
Roland sensed the woman's mental power, then shook his head.
Dead!
There were no mental fluctuations, which was even more accurate than a brainwave detection.
Charles and the others rushed in … and then the uploaders surrounded the bed and filmed.
Gelton said dejectedly, "Master's death, she's probably the saddest one. After all, she's been with Master for almost eight years, served him closely, and admired him from the bottom of her heart. Suicide is not surprising for her. "
Roland looked at the woman's face again and found that she was only in her early twenties, not very good-looking, but the more he looked at her, the more familiar she seemed, and then memories came to him.
This maid … was the dying girl he and Betta saved in the cave when they arrived in Delpon.
After that, she became Betta's maid, and unexpectedly, she followed him all the way here, never leaving or abandoning him, and left with Betta after he died.
"Could it be murder?" Charles gossiped on the side. "This woman seems to have a good relationship with Betta and may have inheritance rights. Maybe someone didn't like her, so they killed her and faked the scene."
At this moment, Gelton suddenly said, "If anyone was to be killed, it would be you. Just half an hour ago, you were down there telling the others that Master was dead and that a new administrative system was to be established. Ms. Lisa didn't believe you and even quarreled with you. You kept yelling at her that Master was dead, that he was dead, and then she left in a daze. "
Charles' body stiffened.
At this moment, the several uploaders also wore awkward expressions.
At this moment, the bullet screen in the livestream was densely packed with crazy comments.
Roland reached out and pressed Charles' shoulder and asked calmly, "Is that true?"
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