The night was completely dark. Bard sat on the balcony of his room and looked at the starry night sky on the horizon.
Candlelight came from the room behind him and shone on the expensive glass in his hand.
The clear yellow fruit wine reflected beautiful lines of light and made one salivate, but the glass kept shaking slightly, causing ripples in the wine to surge back and forth.
Bard's hands were still shaking.
The meaningful smiles of Roland and the other two Golden Sons still appeared before his eyes.
"We know that there are many good nobles, such as Mr. Bard."
This sentence kept appearing in his mind.
Now he understood what the smiles of Roland and the two Golden Sons were about!
It was a smile that only appeared when they saw a hunter or a fat sheep.
Prey!
A fat sheep!
These words made Bard's brain nerves excited and stung. He wanted to be angry, to roar, and to smash the ridiculously expensive glass in his hand into pieces on the spot.
But another kind of fear that came from his soul forcibly suppressed his anger, and made him develop a kind of mentality of fear.
Even when he offended the fourth prince three years ago, he wasn't so scared.
Those three fellows really wanted to kill him. They were waiting for him to make a mistake.
In their eyes, there was no respect for nobles or power at all, not to mention fear.
How many Golden Sons were there?
If there were few of them, they wouldn't make much of a difference, even if they could resurrect infinitely, because their influence would be too small.
But if there were too many of them … it would be difficult for the nobles to live in the future.
It was even possible that they would be suppressed to the ordinary class, and then the Golden Sons would replace them and become the new noble class.
Thinking of this, Bard wondered if he was too scared and thinking too much about it.
But his hands kept shaking, and his intuition told him that it was really possible.
"I'm really crazy!"
On one hand, Bard felt that it was impossible, but on the other hand, his subconscious told him that it was very likely to be a reality in the future.
The two conflicting emotions made him feel uneasy.
"Why are you crazy?"
A familiar voice sounded behind Bard.
Bard didn't look back but continued to look forward and asked, "Why did you come in?"
"You didn't close the door." The noble mage who was traveling with Bard walked to Bard's side and looked at the night sky like him, but found that there was nothing beautiful to see, so he asked curiously, "What's wrong with you? Why do you look so depressed? "
"Something happened today." Bard didn't know what to say to his companions. He was afraid that if he told them his thoughts, they would laugh at him.
The young noble mage looked at his companion in surprise, then asked, "What are you going to do next?"
"Nothing!" Bard heaved a sigh. He felt rather exhausted. "I plan to go to the Magic Tower tomorrow to certify Roland, and then return to the capital as soon as possible."
The young noble frowned. "What happened? Weren't you looking for a chance to humiliate Roland this afternoon? Why don't you look happy at all? "
Happy? It was already good enough that he wasn't scared to death. Bard sighed helplessly. "After tomorrow, on the way back to the capital, I'll tell you what I think. Just don't laugh at me then."
The young noble mage said somewhat helplessly, "So mysterious. Forget it. You're an inspector anyway, and I'm just here for fun. You can do whatever you want."
Bard chuckled, but his smile was somewhat bitter.
Roland returned to Betta's home.
The two women who were still sobbing, their eyes swollen like peaches, looked at him expectantly.
"Your parents are safe." Roland nodded and said, "They should be home now, but I'll still say the same thing. I'll advise them to leave this city. We still haven't found out who the mastermind is. "
The two women bowed to him and left Betta's home.
Betta, on the other hand, took out a plate of salted fried beans from the kitchen and put some fruit wine on the table. "Tell me what happened."
"Even the food for bragging is ready." Roland smiled, sat down, and drank a mouthful of wine first. He said, "When we went to the target location, he was already killed. But I know the person who killed the target, too. It's Bard from the capital! "
"Did he want to erase the clues?" asked Betta.
Roland shook his head. "No, something happened to your maid before he arrived in Delpon. This has nothing to do with him. He just found out what we wanted to do and did what we wanted to do one step ahead of time. He wants to humiliate me with this. "
"Is there … something wrong with this man?" Betta asked with a frown, also having a mouthful of salt beans.
"How can ordinary people like us understand the thoughts of the son of a noble family?" Roland remembered how frightened Bard was by the three of them and couldn't help but chuckle. "Before Bard left, he told us that the gang leader he killed took everything on himself. Logically speaking, this should be over. "
"But he's obviously the scapegoat?" Betta continued.
Roland nodded. "We guessed that Lisa's heart was pierced by an ice sword, which was why there was no blood left at the scene. The murderer should know magic. That gangster was fat all over, and his arms were bigger than his head. How could he be a Mage! Besides, I didn't sense any trace of magical elements on the gang leader's body. "
Betta was a little upset. "Did the clues end again?"
"No, there are clues instead." Roland sneered. "Bard wasn't too interested in us at first. At most, he was a little arrogant and wanted to hide my achievements. But then he mentioned that we were Golden Sons, and he seemed to know it not long ago. Obviously, someone told him about us in the past two days."
Betta was also very smart. He immediately understood. "Where did that Bard live recently?"
"The castle!" Roland said. "The mayor is outside with his troops. Who's in charge of the castle now? Who's the one who has a problem with the Golden Sons? "
Betta's eyes lit up. "There are traces of magic elements on that man?"
"Although he tried to hide it, I could still feel it. Yes!" Roland tapped the edge of the glass with his fingers. His eyes were somewhat fiery. "At first, I thought that Aldo was more likely, but now John is also in my sights."
Betta took a deep breath. "This man has a good reputation among the civilians. Many people say that he's the conscience of the nobles."
"That's just what he does on the surface." Roland chuckled coldly. "I told Vivian before that if he really cares about the people, then he should be working to reduce the number of beggars in the city and maintain law and order here, instead of ignoring the nobles who eat people's hearts."
"I'll find a way to keep an eye on him." Betta tapped the glass in his hand on the table.
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