Hawke's figure was so much stronger than before that he couldn't sit in a normal chair and could only stand and chat.
Roland also stood with him.
Just having a body that seemed like a high wall standing in front of him, Roland always felt extremely oppressive. He looked helplessly at the muscular monster in front of him and sighed: "Do you really think this image is good?"
"Very good." Hawke replied in a loud voice, and then asked strangely: "Are you just a little aesthetic?"
Roland shook his head: "That's not true. I'm a moderate person. My ideal body shape is to look thin when I wear clothes, and to be fleshy when I take off my clothes."
"Tch, you centrists have worse aesthetics than the little fresh meat, and you are just outsiders who are neither left nor right." Hawke said angrily.
Roland snorted: "You guys are too extreme. And public aesthetics is the most important thing. Didn't you see that from the last game update to now, the proportion of the population of warrior profession has dropped to 30% of the total number of people? Now It’s still declining slowly, doesn’t that mean anything?”
"Those people are not strong-willed enough and don't understand what the beauty of muscles is. I don't have the talent to build such muscles in real life, but I didn't expect that I could achieve it in the game." As he spoke, Hawke waved. He performed a very coquettish and difficult akimbo movement, and his clothes were almost bursting from the muscles. Then he said seriously: "I'm not joking anymore, what are you going to do next?"
"Two months is enough to paralyze that person." Roland said slowly: "According to the clues obtained before, he will kill a girl every one or two months, and now he may not be able to bear it any longer. "
"I understand what you are thinking." Hawke nodded: "After these few months of training, those intelligence officers have barely gotten started. This time they will definitely not alert the enemy."
"Sorry to trouble you." Roland smiled.
"You're too polite." Hawke shook his head and said, "If you hadn't sold us a sum of gold coins every month, we really wouldn't have been able to establish our power here. Now we are barely on the right track, and we will be able to be self-sufficient in the future. Yes. I'm curious, how are you sure it's his?"
Roland sighed: "Before, we were under the dark lights and always looked outside. I was almost fooled by him once, but fortunately the fake coat of arms left by another Roland before his death reminded me. He knows magic and is tall. Those with high IQs may not necessarily be nobles, they may also be people from our Magic Tower. The information that really allowed me to determine who the murderer was was handed over by Gru. You must not have thought that the Belly Snake Gang was destroyed by Bard before. , is actually the puppet organization of our Magic Tower."
Hawke exclaimed: "I really didn't expect this."
"I didn't expect that even the president, Aldo, didn't know about this puppet gang."
A weird smile appeared on Hawke's face: "In other words, whoever has the most contact with this gang is the most suspicious!"
Roland nodded.
"Then I can probably guess who it is."
Half an hour later, Hawke left the Magic Tower.
Roland continued to deduce magic and continued to teach the magic apprentices as usual.
Then a few days later, twenty-three children from the Huisha Gang were sent over.
They lined up neatly in two rows, standing on the reflective first floor of the Magic Tower, looking nervously at the young man in front of them.
Roland's eyes swept over them without saying a word. The expressions of these children became more and more nervous and... expectant.
After waiting for three minutes, Roland ordered the two children to come out and said: "It's just you two, Vivian, take note of their appearance. They will also be apprentices in the future. If they can't read, you should teach them how to read first. Here. They arrange the rooms, and as for everyone else, please go back."
The two children who were singled out were naturally overjoyed, while the other children looked disappointed, and a few were even wiping tears secretly.
Such a good thing only happens once in hundreds of years, but they didn't catch it.
Gru, the boss of the Black Sand Gang, and several gang members were waiting anxiously outside the Magic Tower. When they saw a group of children coming out, and then saw that two of the most familiar people were missing from the crowd, they suddenly beamed.
"Don't worry, even if you are not selected, you will still be the backbone of our Huisha Gang." The boss of Huisha said proudly: "Go back and work hard. The future of the Huisha Gang must be supported by you."
The children suddenly became more energetic.
Vivian took the two chosen children up to the second floor, and happened to meet white-haired Jerry coming over.
Jerry is very old. Although his mental strength is the highest among the magic apprentices, his relatively old and weak body holds him back, and his progress is far slower than Vivian.
But even so, Jerry didn't give up.
He knows very well that as a magician improves in strength, his lifespan will gradually become longer. If he slowly improves, his lifespan will gradually increase, or he may be able to survive to become an elite magician one day.
At that time, go to the General Assembly and apply to transform your body into an element and become a different kind of elemental mage, regaining a lifespan of hundreds of years.
Of course, this is just the best assumption. He knows very well that his talent is not strong and there is a high chance that he will not be able to survive by then.
Therefore, when he saw two children under the age of twelve, he couldn't help but express his feelings of envy and jealousy.
How great it would be if I could meet Vice President Roland at this age!
He walked over, looked at the two nervous and scared children for a while, sighed softly, and then walked down the stairs.
One of the children asked, "Is he the president?"
"No, like my sister and I, we are both magic apprentices." Vivian explained.
"You are so old and still an apprentice. It is difficult to learn magic. Can we learn it?" The child asked worriedly.
Vivian explained softly: "I don't know about other magic towers, but our vice president is very good at teaching people."
The two children finally gained some confidence.
At this time, another door opened and Cross walked out. Seeing the two children, he asked, "Is this the new apprentice selected by the vice president? Well, it looks ordinary."
After hearing this, the two children immediately felt a little depressed.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Brother, I said the wrong thing. I'll buy you something later to make you feel better." Cross smiled.
"Are you going out too?" Vivian was a little surprised.
"Is there anyone else out besides me?" Cross was a little surprised.
Vivian said: "Jerry also went out and seemed unhappy."
"Jerry, he may be visiting his grandson." Cross smiled: "He visits his grandson every one or two months."
"Then where are you going?"
"I'm going to the slave market. Since you don't want to take the initiative, I'll go see what good stuff there is and buy it for the vice president."
Vivian's face immediately turned gloomy: "How dare you!"
"Then take the initiative yourself." Cross snorted and went down the stairs.