The three of them, Hawk, Roland, and Beta, left.
The beggars and commoners who watched the commotion also dispersed, leaving only the nobles pointing and talking in the distance, and the well-dressed upper echelons laughing uproariously from time to time.
It seemed that the death of this young nobleman had given them great joy.
Roland looked at the small group of nobles in the distance for a while, sighed slightly, and then walked in front of the two young nobles.
Watching them cry bitterly while hugging their elder brother's body, Roland waited for a long time until they cried until they had no strength and there were not many tears left, and then he slowly said, "Which family are you children of? Where are your parents?"
This young nobleman had been dead for a long time, and even his two younger brothers had come running over, so there was no reason for their parents not to know this news.
Hearing Roland's words, both of the teenagers raised their heads to look at him.
One of them had anger in his eyes, but not much hatred.
But the other, after staring at Roland for a while, his eyes red from crying were full of hatred and fury.
He suddenly stood up and lunged at Roland, roaring at the same time, "I'll kill you, you executioner!"
Roland extended his leg and kicked the teenager back, even making him tumble a few times.
This young nobleman was just an ordinary person. Although Roland was a Mage, he was now level four, and even if the growth of his Constitution attribute was much lower than that of a Warrior, he was much stronger than an ordinary person.
His reaction was also faster than that of an ordinary person.
After being kicked back, the teenager lay on the ground, stunned for a moment, then wailed in pain, pounding the ground with his fists, not feeling pain even though his skin was split open.
And the other teenager glanced at his younger brother, then turned his face to Roland. "Your Excellency, please allow us to collect our elder brother's body, and if you have time … come to our house quietly in the middle of the night, I have something to tell you."
The last sentence, the teenager's voice was very, very soft, and his lips didn't seem to move.
But Roland heard it.
This is interesting … Roland pretended not to hear anything and turned to leave.
The nobles were still watching the joke, and when Roland passed by, the group of nobles, although their voices were lowered, the disgusting smiles on their faces still didn't stop.
Roland originally didn't want to pay attention to this group of people. After all, they weren't people of the same world, whether in a spiritual sense or a physical sense.
But just as Roland was about to walk past this group of people, he heard a voice.
"Does he really think he's an emissary of justice? It's just the life of a lowly commoner. It's not even worth a single silver coin. Is it worth it to fight so hard?"
Roland stopped and turned to look at the noble who spoke.
He was a rather arrogant young man.
Roland crooked his finger at him. "Come out!"
"I won't come out. Do you dare to hit me in front of so many people?" The young noble used the most arrogant attitude and said the most cowardly words!
Roland understood what the young noble meant. Except for nobles like them, no one else was human.
Also, he seemed to think that Roland dared not attack. After all, there were so many nobles here.
Making a move on the spot was not giving face to the other nobles.
To put it bluntly, it was trampling on the dignity of the noble class.
Roland chuckled.
When he was still a high school student, he dared to beat up a "hooligan" right in front of his homeroom teacher, and together with Schuck, he and his other four childhood friends had three group fights with the hooligans in the third year of high school.
In that peaceful, even law-abiding society, he dared to attack in anger.
And in this lawless, even extremely backward game world, how could he be more cowardly and tolerant than in real life?
After he chuckled, he raised his hand.
An instant-cast Inferior Fireball was pasted directly on the young noble's arrogant face. After a bang, the young noble rolled on the ground and wailed in pain.
Roland's room reduced the magic power of the Inferior Fireball, greatly reducing its power. The explosive power was only about the size of a larger firecracker.
But even so, it shocked the young noble to the extreme. After all, there were many pain nerves on the face, and the skin was fragile.
"Ah, I can't see with my eyes."
"My face hurts so much."
"Murder, help!"
The young noble let out a cowardly scream, which was quite embarrassing.
"How could you …"
A more mature-looking noble seemed to want to reprimand Roland, but Roland swept his gaze over with a faint smile, and the man immediately shut up.
Roland's gaze swept over the nobles, and no one dared to look him in the eye.
Roland was a little amused. He walked up to the young noble who was still writhing and wailing on the ground, covering his face, looked down at him, and said, "The lives of untouchables are not worth a silver coin in your eyes, and similarly, your life is not worth a few copper coins in my eyes. I'm in a bad mood today, and you jumped out and spoke sarcastically behind my back, so don't blame me for beating you up. "
After saying this, Roland glanced at the surrounding nobles again, and still no one dared to look him in the eye.
Roland turned and left.
After he left, a male noble whose hair was somewhat white trembled with anger. "Arrogant, too arrogant. He's trampling us into the mud. We can't let the Golden Sons continue to be arrogant like this. They dared to kill a family before, and now there are more and more of them. One day, they'll attack us. "
"Then what can we do?" asked a noble next to him with a smile. "Why don't you take us to fight them, sir?"
Upon hearing this, the gray-haired male noble immediately shut up.
Only an idiot would lead the charge!
When Roland walked on the street, passersby would still get out of his way when they saw him.
In the past, Roland wasn't used to it, and there was always a sense of awkwardness. But after two months, he was already used to it and was very used to it.
Roland was in a much better mood now. Sure enough, when people were depressed, they had to exercise to feel better.
Back at the Magic Tower, Roland gathered all the magic apprentices together.
Apart from Vivian, all the other magic apprentices had dark circles around their eyes. It was not hard to imagine how hard they had been practicing.
Roland coughed lightly and said, "You've learned Hand of Magic, but you can practice derivative spells later. After all, derivative spells are somewhat difficult for you. Now, I'll teach you another level-zero trick, Spell Puppet. "
If it were in other Magic Towers, and the mentors only taught level-zero tricks, the magic apprentices would have some objections on the surface, but it was different here.
But it was different here. All the magic apprentices knew how good Roland was at creating spells. There were six derivative spells of Hand of Magic, each of which was quite practical.
So now that Deputy Chairman Roland wanted to teach Spell Puppet, there were presumably many derivative spells.
Of course they had to learn.
Everyone took out their precious notebooks.
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