Seeing Roland's helpless expression, several nobles across from him smiled slightly.
This does not affect their evaluation of Roland. After all, the behavior of other Golden Sons is also consistent with their status. Barbarians and priests who dedicate their piety to God are not very smart. Isn't this normal
Therefore, the person they valued the most and feared the most was still Roland.
This young magician may look like an elite, but he may actually be a great wizard.
The old woman's name was Caroline. She looked at Roland and said in the slow tone unique to the old man: "Indeed, we are all distant relatives of John's family, so what do you think, sir?"
"I'm just curious. Since you are relatives, why can you sit down and communicate with us in a good mood instead of trying to avenge the city lord?"
Not only Roland was curious about this question, but Hawke and others were also very curious.
"Because it was Old John who took action first, and you didn't kill them all. Now the John family is still the lord of the city. They just lost a bloodline and some benefits."
I see... As long as the blood inheritance of the John family is not shaken, is everything easy to discuss
In fact, this is also the reason why the incident in Mori City did not cause too much trouble among the aristocracy.
Everyone's hands are dirty. Not to mention the cruelty of Mori City Lord Bertel, he seduced the woman of the Golden Son and actually threw her to death from the third floor after having enough fun!
No matter who it was, as long as they had enough power, they would not let him off easily.
And the Golden Son has power.
Now they killed Old John again, and almost killed all the soldiers, but they still did not kill Old John's blood.
Even... the position of city lord is now in the hands of Little John.
This kind of 'restrained' fighting is extremely in line with the characteristics of the great aristocracy that fight without defeat.
We can fight for profit, and we can kill some of our descendants, but we can never finish things to perfection, and we can't lose people's titles or lordships.
If anyone dares to do this, he will definitely be ostracized by other nobles. Then next time, if his entire family is killed, no one will speak up for him.
Seeing the understanding look on Roland's face, the old woman smiled and said: "Next, we can talk about interesting things. For example... what do you plan to do with the several mines outside the city? If it's not convenient for you to manage them. , our Gao Wen family can do it for us, as long as you are willing to pay us some agency management fees."
Roland chuckled and said: "We are not in a hurry to talk about this first. There is a more important thing at the moment."
Several nobles were a little surprised, and the old woman looked a little confused and said, "Your Excellency, please tell me."
"How about giving us the position of Sheriff?" Roland said with a smile: "I don't care who is currently in office, but we, the Golden Sons, must win this position."
"Why?" The old woman shook her head, expressing confusion.
"We always have our own reasons, it's not convenient to say."
The five people opposite began to ponder, and even winked at each other.
Roland continued to add fuel to the fire: "We are bound to win this position. For this, we can give up some other interests appropriately."
The five people on the opposite side cheered up. The old woman covered her mouth with a blue fan. She arched her eyebrows and said, "How much benefit can it bring?"
"For example... we don't want any mines!"
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The negotiations went more smoothly than expected. Link got the position of Sheriff. Hawke's dock will be officially opened soon, and he also annexed the old dock.
Jeter obtained unlimited missionary rights throughout the entire city of Delbon.
As for Roland, he only wants money... From now on, one-third of the monthly tax revenue from the City Lord's Mansion will be given to Roland.
The most important thing is that they can guarantee that the city lord's palace will declare to the outside world that Old John died of illness and not from the sword.
Naturally, the host and guest got along well. After eating and drinking for a while, Roland and the other four left the banquet hall.
The group of nobles and businessmen were still waiting at the door. When they saw Roland and others coming out, they didn't dare to ask any more questions. They just made way for the four of them to leave the manor.
After the four people left, the old woman came out.
The nobles looked at her eagerly.
After looking around, the old woman said softly: "It's settled, everything will be business as usual tomorrow."
The nobles were happy, but they were gentlemen and ladies and would not cheer like the lowly people, they would only applaud.
So... thunderous applause broke out.
Roland and others walked out of the manor.
Hawke was walking at the front. As he walked, he smiled disdainfully: "Those guys talk nicely, but in fact they are not afraid of our strength. If we were civilians and ordinary people, we would have been treasonous long ago." Just take it off."
The moonlight is very good tonight, and Roland is in a good mood. He smiled and said: "Don't worry so much. It depends on strength, face, and family background. These are all normal things. If there is an ugly girl in front of you , are you willing to marry her? If she is a beautiful woman, you might be willing to sit down and have a chat. In the same way, if we have the strength, we can naturally let them sit down and talk about things. Don’t think about anything else. Too much is not good for yourself.”
Hawke sighed: "That's right, justice without power is nothing."
At this time, Link suddenly asked: "Roland, why do you only want gold coins? Isn't it good to cultivate some forces and personnel of your own?"
"That's such a waste of energy. Magic is a very profound technology. I don't have that much time to manage organizations and the like." Roland sighed: "Besides, I saw a magician's autobiography, and the first one on it was The first sentence on the page says, 'A poor man is not qualified to become a high-level magician.' So I have to make more money first to lay a certain foundation for the future of 'spending money like water'."
"Why don't you just change your profession to a warlock..." Hawke turned around and walked backwards while talking with a smile, but suddenly, he froze: "Hey, where is Jett?"
Roland said calmly: "Just now he was last and got into the carriage with a lady with a gourd-shaped figure."
Hawke looked behind him and saw a carriage at the entrance of the manor, which seemed to be shaking gently.
"This guy is very lucky." Hawke said, "I'm so envious."
Link glanced sideways at him.
Hawke shivered subconsciously and patted his arm: "It's strange, why do I feel a little cold all of a sudden?"
Roland smiled.
Then the three of them separated at a fork in the road, and Roland returned to the Magic Tower.
Vivian was resting on the table in his study. When she heard the sound of him opening the door, she immediately stood up and said happily: "Vice President, you are finally back. I made you some soup to sober up. You Wait, I’ll send it over right away.”
Roland wanted to refuse, but thinking that this was also the other party's good intention, he didn't say anything.
After a while, Vivian came over with a bowl of thick soup that smelled good.
Roland took it and asked while drinking, "How have those two little guys been studying recently? Have they been naughty?"
"They are very obedient and study very seriously." Vivian hesitated for a moment: "It's just that the other companions don't like them very much."