To issue a death threat to a player was the most ridiculous and arrogant thing Roland had ever seen.
Roland's smile, in the darkness and illuminated by the moonlight, looked a little mysterious. When little Edward saw this scene, an inexplicable feeling of admiration emerged from his heart.
Unlike his silly brother, little Edward is very smart. He can see many details that others cannot see. For example... two days before his brother went to kidnap the girl, he, who was always optimistic, actually showed a gloomy expression.
Moreover, there were an inexplicable extra fifty gold coins in the storage room at home.
Combined with the news he had heard and seen in the past two days, he understood one thing clearly.
His brother took the blame for someone else.
Such things are common among the aristocracy and are the default rule.
When a person does something wrong and is held accountable by someone with similar 'strength', if the two sides really fight, both sides will lose, and then they will be taken advantage of by other wolves watching the show. At this time, he can throw out a person who is worse than himself. Ask a few people to let them take over the mistake and let go of their grudges. If the pursuer also has the idea of stopping the loss in time, then both of us will have a tacit understanding not to mention the previous matter.
After laughing, Roland looked at this young boy who was originally young but already had a mature manly temperament, and said: "I know your eldest brother is a scapegoat. We had no intention of killing him, or even wanted to save him. It's just that he was too decisive and direct in his actions. He committed suicide. We do have a little bit of responsibility for this, but we will not apologize."
"I see."
Little Edward knew very well that this matter had nothing to do with the Golden Sons.
Although the Golden Sons have a very bad reputation among the aristocracy, and they are extremely annoyed by their disregard for the honor and privileges of the nobility, they have to admit that these Golden Sons are all professionals from the neutral-to-good camp.
The five Golden Sons in the city have been in Delbon City for two or three months now, but they have never bullied anyone without any reason, nor have they done anything evil, not even playing pranks.
They just killed a family of nobles who ate people's hearts, spent a lot of money to save an untouchable girl, and now they are looking for a way out for beggars. They only did these three things.
Every one of them is a good thing.
Regardless of their starting point or the outcome of the incident, the Golden Sons are all good. The only unfortunate one is their eldest brother.
It was used as a sacrifice in the fight between the two sides.
"I would like to ask, has your elder brother done anything unusual in the past two days, or has he seen anyone special?"
Little Edward shook his head: "No, eldest brother never likes to tell us when doing things. He doesn't want to put too much pressure on us. If I have to say, he runs more diligently outside."
Roland asked another question that had been on his mind for a long time: "Your parents?"
"He's dead a long time ago." Little Edward's voice lowered: "My eldest brother has always taken care of us. After we are just businessmen, the so-called noble status is just a quasi-noble. It is only a false name and no real power."
The real power of the nobles is really useful for only two things: territory, even a small territory.
The power to recruit soldiers differs according to the title, and the upper limit of the number of soldiers that can be recruited is also different. If you reach the count or above, there is no limit on the number of soldiers.
As for other rights to use heraldry, tax exemption rights, etc., they are just trivial matters.
The so-called quasi-nobility is generally a title obtained by a businessman after donating a large amount of gold coins.
Roland sighed. He estimated that the murderer behind the scenes used the two teenagers as bargaining chips to force their eldest brother to take the blame. Of course, he also gave him a sufficient reward.
Fifty gold coins... is a large amount of money.
"Then, since you don't know anything, why did you ask me to come here quietly?" Roland asked unhappily.
"Although I don't know anything, there is something I want to give you." Little Edmund took out a small wooden square sign from his clothes, which was about the size of his palm: "This is what my elder brother left on his desk. , I think it might be useful to you."
Roland took the small wooden sign and found that it was relatively hard in texture, with a light cyan surface. There was a white cloud-like logo engraved on the front, and a black, very regular black spiral pattern on the back.
After looking at it for a few times, Roland put the small wooden sign into the system backpack.
Then he put several drawings on the table: "These are some of my magic ideas and experiences, you can keep them yourself."
"Magic? Can I do it?" Little Edward looked at the drawings, feeling a little moved, but more unconfident.
Roland discovered just now that little Edward's spirit was quite active, only slightly worse than Vivian's.
Vivian is now able to use the magic hand proficiently, and can also convert the magic hand into a magic spear, so little Edward may be able to do the same.
Of course... Roland would not teach him. After all, if he had too much contact with him, the person behind the scenes would probably be unfavorable to little Edward.
"Try it, I won't take your money anyway. It doesn't matter if you fail, the zero-level magic backlash won't kill anyone."
After leaving these words, Roland left.
Little Edward looked at the drawings on the table quietly, and then he wiped away his tears. When he was about to put the drawings away, the door opened again, and a boy slightly younger than him walked in, rubbing his eyes.
"Second brother, it turns out you are here. You scared me. I thought you didn't want me and left by yourself." The young man had a frightened expression on his face.
"Don't worry, our brothers will always be together." Edward looked at his brother, then at the drawings on the table, and then made a decision in his heart.
Roland quietly returned to the magic tower and changed into his own magic robe.
Then Vivian walked in with a little dark circles under her eyes. When she saw Roland, she brought pastries and fruit drinks and said, "Vice President, you have worked hard. This is breakfast for you."
breakfast? Now it's only two or three in the morning at most, what kind of breakfast is there
But Roland felt his stomach and found that he was indeed a little hungry.
He smiled and thanked Vivian.
Vivian walked out of Roland's study and immediately smiled.
The vice president didn't smell like a woman, nor did he look tired, which meant that he had indeed not done anything bad.
very good!
Vivian felt that she could have a good sleep later.
After eating the pastry, Roland continued to deduce the derived abilities of the spell puppet.
The 'memory' of the spell model was limited, and he had to figure out how to use the limited 'memory' to allocate the various attributes of the spell puppet to ensure the highest cost performance.
After this derivation, a few more hours passed, and then the game time stopped again.
He climbed out of the game cabin, turned on the computer, entered the game's official homepage, and then saw the game update announcement.