As the sun set, its afterglow dyed the entire city blood red.
The beggar army began to clean up the corpses on the streets. They were not too dirty or tired, and moved all the corpses outside the city.
They also asked people to spread the news in the city, hoping that the family members of the deceased would come to claim the body. If no one claimed the body, they would bury it together and erect an unnamed monument.
After the news spread, a large number of soldiers were buried until late at night, and not many people came to claim them.
This is normal. Now that the king's flag is changing at the top of Delbon City, everyone understands that the city owner and his family are finished. Whether they live or die depends on the wishes of the Golden Sons.
In this situation of uncertainty, who dares to meet the powerful Golden Sons rashly? What if this is a trap.
The bright moonlight also illuminated the castle.
The two pieces of Old John's body were pieced together, and several laymen were carefully sewing the pieces together.
The city lord's wife sat aside with a blank expression, looking at the silver moon in the sky, not knowing what she was thinking.
Her little daughter, on the other hand, was sobbing on the side, her voice low and suppressed, not daring to speak louder.
After all, there were more than a dozen beggar troops guarding them.
In addition, Pastor Jeter also fell asleep on the sidelines.
Little John looked at his father's body and then at the full moon in the sky. The cold moonlight had an inexplicable chill. He couldn't help but cross his arms and tighten his body.
Until now, he was still a little confused and even felt as if he was in a dream.
In less than a day, he became a prisoner. In his eyes, his extremely powerful father also died.
There is no sense of substance at all.
Really hoping it was a nightmare.
Seeing that dawn was approaching, the city lord's wife was sitting on a chair, seeming to be about to fall asleep. Her husband's body was being sutured not far away, but she was able to fall asleep, which was a skill in itself.
The younger daughter stopped crying. It seemed she had cried enough and her voice had become hoarse.
Little John stood up, walked to Jet who was sleeping, and asked: "What should we do with us? It's time to give us an answer."
After he finished speaking, he realized that his voice was extremely hoarse.
Jet opened his eyes and said calmly: "There's no need to worry. As long as you don't cause trouble, you won't die. We'll wait until Roland and the others have reached an agreement."
At this time, Roland was deducing the magic model diagram in the magic tower.
He had already figured out some clues about the magic puppet used for reconnaissance.
First of all, the mobility must be guaranteed, and then the size must be small. The smaller the thing, the more suitable it is for reconnaissance and the less likely it is to be discovered. Then there is the perception of distance. Without enough field of vision, it cannot be used as a scout.
Then there is the environment and terrain adaptability.
At least it must be able to go up mountains and into water. As for flying... Roland still doesn't understand the principle of magical flying, so he will just skim it for now.
Then according to these requirements, the thing was made, but Roland watched the one-eyed magic spider as big as a fist crawling around the laboratory at an extremely fast speed, and he always felt that something was wrong.
After looking at it and thinking for a while, he realized that this thing was still too conspicuous.
A 'spider' as big as a fist, and also light yellow, this thing is really eye-catching.
How to reduce the presence of this thing... Making it smaller is the most effective way, but the problem is that Roland's model has minimized the size of this spell puppet, and it cannot be smaller.
Roland was a little worried.
If this thing wasn't yellow, maybe it wouldn't be so conspicuous. Let's change the color... Wait!
Suddenly an idea flashed in Roland's mind.
This magic puppet can change color, so wouldn't it be a chameleon mode? As long as it matches the color of the surrounding environment, even a spider as big as a fist will be difficult to detect.
He couldn't help but snap his fingers and give a thumbs up to his idea. Just when he was about to use this function to start modifying the spell model, there was a gentle knock on the door from behind.
Roland turned around and found that it was Aldo.
"At this time, you are still in the mood to do magic experiments. You are really generous." Aldo walked in with a smile and looked at the 'Spider' puppets running around the room. He was slightly stunned for a moment, and then he He said with some envy: "Another new derivative magic, your talent is really good."
"Because I spend all my time on magic, unlike a certain president who spends my time on women's bellies."
Aldo laughed loudly after hearing this: "I'm happy... You should know why I'm here."
"I know, on behalf of other nobles and big businessmen in the city, they would like to help set up a connection for us to meet, or they would like to hear my opinions and opinions."
"That's true." Aldo nodded and said, "It's really smart."
"I'm doing magic experiments here, but I'm actually waiting for you to come. I'm not familiar with the other nobles. If they want to negotiate peace, they must find an acquaintance to pass the message to, and you are the most suitable candidate."
Hahaha! Aldo laughed, and there was an inexplicable joy in his smile: "Those nobles finally begged me. You don't know, although I am also a well-known person in the city, no one actually thinks highly of me. , after all, too many people know that I used to be a dog."
Roland sighed softly.
"Introducing you into our Magic Tower was indeed the right choice." Aldo sighed up to the sky, even a little proud: "Although you haven't had a conflict with the guys in the General Assembly yet, you have now killed a city lord. I believe it more and more, You will have great conflicts with people from the General Assembly in the future, and then there will be great drama."
Roland smiled and said: "Then I will avoid the Royal City of Hollevin from now on."
Aldo was choked and said helplessly: "Can you make me happy more?"
Roland shrugged.
Aldo sighed: "Okay, let's get down to business. The nobles want to see you."
"Want to come and pick peaches while you're at it?"
Because of the relationship between "knowing the language", the word "picking peaches" has been translated into a common saying with a similar meaning to Huolaiwen.
Aldo smiled contemptuously and said: "They don't dare to take the credit. They just want to get some bones from your hands to eat. You even dare to kill the city lord. You have killed nearly a thousand elite soldiers. Now in the city Who dares to quarrel with you?"
"How can they help us?"
Aldo said matter-of-factly: “A lot.”
Roland was silent for a while.
The aristocracy is a bit annoying, but we can't do without them now. Whether the entire city can stabilize next depends on their cooperation.
Of course, Hawke and Link should have something to deal with these nobles in the long run.
We have to tolerate them at this stage.
After a while, Roland said: "Please help me set a time and place."
"Well, just come to my house. This way, both of you will feel more at ease."
"Then I'll trouble you."