Roland is the kind of person who doesn't take too much care. For him, the ups and downs, comings and goings of everyone in Delbon City are really of little interest to him.
He is a mage. Although he has only been a mage for half a year, he has already contracted some common fatal diseases of mage.
For example... I don't like to take care of things, and I don't care much about people outside.
What kind of banquets, hunting, beauties and other aristocratic social activities, are there magic models that can make people addicted
Are there magical lines that make you beautiful
It's all clouds.
If he had to talk about the people he valued more in Delbon City, they would be some familiar players and the apprentices in the magic tower.
And Vivian is a person who is relatively close to him, so most of the people who can ask Vivian to pass the message have some relationship with the Vivian family.
For Vivian's sake, Roland had to meet the inviter no matter what.
Following Vivian, Roland came to a manor not too far from his home.
Then he was welcomed into the manor by the butler with very thoughtful etiquette, and then met the person who invited him on the balcony on the second floor.
An old woman I once met.
Christine, this is the old woman's name.
She asked Roland to sit down and asked the servant to serve pastries and a drink similar to scented tea, and then said with a smile: "It's not easy to invite you, Mr. Roland. If it weren't for the fact that Vivian and I are somewhat distant relatives, we would still be able to There’s really no way I can see you.”
Roland chuckled and said, "It's not difficult. Old man, if you want to see me, just ask someone to come over and call me."
"Drink some flower water first. I heard that elves like to drink water like this." Christine pointed at the cup in front of Roland with her wrinkled fingers.
Roland took a sip as instructed and said, "It tastes good."
Christine smiled softly and said: "I know that your magicians' time is precious, so I won't go into details. I would like to ask, what do you, the Golden Sons, want to do?"
Um? Roland asked Kristine with a strange look in his eyes.
"The Sheriff named Link has been rectifying the law and order on the streets recently. This was originally a very reasonable thing." The old woman's tone gradually became serious: "But recently his actions have become more intense. A lot of things are starting to come in.”
Roland took another sip of scented tea calmly. It had to be said that the scented tea actually tasted pretty good, but they called it 'flower water', which felt weird: "What industry are you involved in?"
"It's not that he interfered in other industries. It's just that his efforts to maintain law and order have gone too far, and he has almost reached the point of not distinguishing between good and evil."
Hearing this, Roland smiled and said: "Impossible. I know Link fairly well. It's impossible for him to pretend to be a deer."
The old woman stared at Roland, her eyes motionless.
Roland smiled and looked back.
After a while, the old woman Christine said slowly: "It seems that you also think Link did the right thing?"
"I just believe that he will not spread the rectification movement to ordinary people at will." Roland took another sip of scented tea and said: "Of course, whether he did it right or not is up to the ordinary people to evaluate, not you and me. .”
Roland didn't believe these nobles. He would only believe two points of what they said.
Moreover, there is no reason to believe this old woman's words based on just one side of the story and distrust your own compatriots.
"It seems that although Mr. Roland has been staying in the magic tower, his ability to collect intelligence is not bad." Christine looked at Roland with a half-smile and continued: "Well, since everyone We are all sensible people, so I won’t be secretive when I speak. Link didn’t drink it if he wanted to improve the public order, but please stop hitting our dogs.”
"Us?" Roland sat up straight: "It seems that you have united to put pressure on me."
Kristine shook her head: "We didn't mean that, we just asked, please save us some face."
Roland sighed: "I'm sorry, I can't promise you anything about this. Link is the Sheriff, and I'm just a magician who doesn't care."
Hearing this, Christine felt that this young-looking spellcaster was extremely naughty. He seemed careless when talking, but in fact he didn't reveal any useful information at all, just like an old fox.
"Sir Roland, you cannot raise big fish in water that is too clear."
Roland laughed when he heard this: "What Link wants is a clear, drinkable water. It is for people to drink, not for raising fish. Ordinary people drink too much turbid water, and their bodies will only question."
"But there won't be any big fish," the old woman said coldly.
Roland raised his eyebrows: "Why do we need to raise fish in the lake, but can't we use it for drinking? Even if there are no fish, the water can be drank and used for farming, but it can also support people? Besides, the fish raised can be eaten by ordinary people. Can you get in? It’s not like you’ve entered the belly of a beast.”
Christine's expression became colder and colder: "In other words, Mr. Roland, you are not going to persuade Link?"
"I said, I don't care about things, I don't want to persuade him, but I think he did the right thing." Roland stood up, looked at the old woman, and said, "I also hope that Delbon City will be a clear water."
"Even if Vivian begs you, you won't change your mind?" the old woman asked.
Roland was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Then let Vivian come and beg me. And... you have recently received a lot of property from the city lord, your strength has increased, and your mentality has also expanded. So you feel qualified for us to come Negotiate terms, but don’t forget it. How come the city lord doesn’t have more than a thousand elite soldiers! When the old city lord was here, you didn’t dare to move. Now that the old city lord is gone, you actually came to threaten us who made the old city lord disappear. ', who gave you the courage."
Being stared at by Roland with contempt, the old woman suddenly felt a chill in her heart.
She slowly closed her eyes: "I understand, no matter how many jackals gather there, they can't defeat a strong lion. But we can change the conditions. For example, if you can restrict Link, each of our families is willing to give up a lot of money." I will give you some benefits. The amount given to one person and one family may be a little small, but if there are more families, then your power will be greatly improved. And as far as I know, you have been unhappy with Link and the others recently."
Roland was silent.
He could tell that these words were the old woman's true thoughts, or her killer move.
The previous ones are just foreshadowing, and then comes the testing.
Now is the time when the picture is at a loss.
They want to divide the players, similar to what Little John did a few months ago.
But they did it better and their timing was more accurate.
They could even find out that there was already a gap between Roland and Hawke.
Seeing Roland's silence, the old woman smiled slightly proudly: "I dare not say anything else, but at least you can become the Shadow City Lord of Delbon. And we are your loyal allies and companions."