There are very few people in this world who are suitable to be magicians, but that doesn't mean there aren't any.
How could a city with a population of one million produce more than a hundred children with good magical talents
But whether you are willing to learn is not the main reason. Whether you can learn is the most important factor.
A poor boy wants to learn writing, and a commoner wants to learn magic
Even if you scrape together enough tuition fees, no one will be willing to teach.
The writing is in the hands of the nobles, and the magic is even more mysterious, and there is no way to learn it.
But now Roland said that he was willing to teach two civilian children to become magic apprentices. No wonder Gru was excited.
Seeing the other party's excited expression, Roland nodded and said in a soft but determined voice: "I will do what I say."
Gru stood up straight, with fanatical excitement in his hazel pupils: "Sir, please rest assured that our Hui Sand Gang will do everything we can to help you find out the news."
Roland nodded: "Don't use excessive means."
Gru nodded repeatedly: "I understand, I understand."
Roland looked at Gru, who was already a bit humble, and sighed in his heart.
In fact, when Gru came just now, although he acted humble, Roland could tell that he was just acting.
The other party is just afraid of his own strength and his own identity, but there is still a little pride in his heart.
But now, this pride is gone, and only true flattery and flattery remain.
Roland has actually seen such an expression before. When he was a primary school student, the country was generally not wealthy. One of his classmates’ family was so poor that they couldn’t even pay for books and uniforms for compulsory education.
Roland saw this classmate's father in the teacher's office, asking for some time to pay for school uniforms and textbooks.
The parent who laughed with me at that time was humble enough to be in the dirt.
And now Gru's smile is just like the one he saw when he was a child.
After a short moment of silence, Roland stood up and said, "I'm waiting for your good news at the Magic Tower."
With that said, Roland started to walk out, and Gru immediately rushed forward, opened the door for Roland, and at the same time bent down to send him off respectfully, like a servant.
Roland frowned and said nothing more.
He somewhat understands this kind of people's mentality. For the growth and future of his descendants, it doesn't matter no matter how humble he is or how much hardship he endures.
Roland left the Gray Sand Tavern, and it was not until he was far away that Gru straightened his slightly bent waist.
The voices in the tavern gradually recovered.
Gru took a deep breath, ran to the top floor of the tavern, and ran to a door.
Inside was a middle-aged man with a weathered face and skin that had turned red and black from being exposed to the sun for a long time.
The man was counting silver and copper coins with a happy face.
Gru threw open the door and rushed inside.
The man jumped in fright, turned around and took out the dagger from his sleeve, but when he saw it was Gru, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Gruran was excited and incoherent: "Boss, Roland, the son of gold, said that if we help him complete something, he will give us one or two magic apprenticeships. Let our children go over and give it a try!"
The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said: "Gru, you are dreaming. How can master magicians give apprenticeships to commoners like us? Even nobles don't think highly of them."
"Boss, I really didn't lie. You believe me." Gru rushed to the middle-aged man, grabbed the man's shoulders, and shook him like crazy: "This is our best opportunity, you must believe me. , a promise made by Master Roland himself.”
Seeing Gru's red eyes and distorted face, the middle-aged man gradually became confused: "Really?"
"I won't joke about something so important, boss."
The middle-aged man closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His face also showed an expression of ecstasy, but he was still not as excited as Gru, but his tone became more urgent: "What are his conditions?"
"Help him find out the news."
Roland did not return to the Magic Tower, but went to the castle.
Although Roland did not come in a carriage, his magic robe was the best proof of his identity. The soldiers guarding the city did not dare to neglect him. After asking about his purpose, they immediately ran into the castle to report.
Not long after, John, who looked sleepy, came out to greet him in person.
"What a rare guest." John looked a little surprised: "I thought it was Aldo, but I didn't expect that it was Mr. Roland."
"I've taken the liberty of visiting. I have something to ask you."
John pointed sideways at his castle: "Let's go in and have a chat. At least let me entertain the distinguished guests."
Roland shook his head: "No, it's very simple. Just leave after asking."
"You... are not giving me face." John scratched his head: "The nobles come to my door, but they are unwilling to enter my home. If I tell others, other nobles will laugh at me. Forget it, it's up to you, you golden sons. He has a weird personality and I don’t dare to mess with him.”
John could only listen to what he said. If he really didn't dare to provoke him, he wouldn't deliberately find ways to lead Bud to become hostile to him.
Roland took out the small wooden sign again and asked, "You nobles are very good at heraldry. Please help me see which family's heraldry this is."
John took it, looked at it over and over for a while, frowned and said, "This is not the real family crest!"
"Huh?" Roland was a little surprised.
"It is better to say that it is an imitation of the family crest." John said: "The family crest of every noble family has strict meanings and production processes. This thing is a hands-on work."
Roland took a deep breath and said, "I understand. Thank you."
After speaking, Roland turned and left.
Walking on the street, Roland's face looked a little gloomy. He found that he had indeed been misled.
Maybe John does have some opinions about his golden son, but it is unlikely that he is the murderer.
When he was at Gru's place just now, when he heard that the coat of arms did not belong to Delbon City, he suddenly figured this out.
And now John's words confirmed his thoughts.
Someone deliberately led him to doubt John.
There is indeed an unwritten rule of "taking the blame" among the nobles, but if John wants someone to take the blame, as the son of the city lord and the future master of Delbon City, the status of the person taking the blame will definitely not be too low, and it will not be Edward at all. A quasi-aristocratic business family.
It can be said that Big Edward is not even qualified to take the blame for him.
There is also this wooden sign, which was probably left by Edward the Great. As a merchant family, they wanted to become a real aristocratic family, so it was normal for them to make a draft of the coat of arms in advance.
The relationship between John and the girl's disappearance is just like this coat of arms. It looks genuine, but it is actually fake.
John is hostile to Roland and other golden sons, but it may not be related to the girl’s disappearance.
There may be other reasons.
If it is really John, his scapegoat is a true nobleman, not a descendant of a businessman.
Then he suddenly remembered the excitement and madness in Edward's face when he held the girl hostage, and the look of sadness, anger and despair in his eyes when he saw him.
Roland suddenly felt a little chilly.
No wonder he always felt like something was wrong lately.
Damn it, I was almost crushed by the NPC's IQ.