Arriving at Elford's room, the environment here was much better than Roland's small suite.
The area is much larger, the lighting is better, and most importantly, the layout inside looks quite luxurious at first glance.
Elford asked Roland to sit on a white animal skin iron carpet chair, and he sat at the main seat. Then he asked with a somewhat teasing smile: "How does it feel to be wrongly accused and framed?"
"It's not bad." Roland said in a normal tone: "It's not like I haven't encountered such a thing before."
When I first started working in a company after graduation, I took the blame for my boss a few times.
That was when I was really depressed and had no ability to resist at all.
If you don't take the blame, you have to resign.
But here it is different. The player himself is immortal, and Roland is not without the power to resist.
The reason why he cooperated with the black-robed soldiers was just for the sake of the Red Magic Tower. After all, he was now a student of the Red Magic Tower.
If he really felt malicious, he would definitely resist.
Seeing Roland's calm aura, Elford nodded with satisfaction: "You should understand now. As long as you have the strength, you are not afraid of such dirty things. At least you have the ability to seek solutions to problems. That is, you don't have to be like Mei A farmer can be killed in an instant, and there is no need to sit back and wait for death when something happens like a helpless civilian."
Roland nodded.
Indeed.
If it were a peaceful world, people like Menon would indeed be talented people.
But the world is too dangerous.
Even in France's Magic Association, which was almost an extremely safe place, he was assassinated. The power of the individual is indeed very important.
Seeing that Roland had listened to what he said, Elford said with satisfaction: "So, you should focus more on combat magic, similar to Menon's idea, similar to oil-making and water-making magic. Make fewer spell models and make more spells like small blue fireballs.”
Roland thought for a while and said: "But I am the son of gold, and I am immortal. Moreover, the most important thing is that ideas like Menon's are of great help to my magic concepts. The self-destructing small fireballs are more or less used. Skills in the subtle control of magic power.”
"That's it." Elford thought for a moment and said, "Then let's go together. Menon is dead, and there should be a lot of information in his room. Even if you like this knowledge, just go and receive it."
Roland stood up.
Elford thought for a while and said: "Menon also has a wife who is pretty good-looking. If you don't mind the trouble, you can also take her in and help take care of her. After all, it is a way of repaying the favor."
Roland nodded, walked to the door, and turned back sharply. Because he discovered that there was a strong sense of 'malice' in Elford's words.
There is a sense of elders watching juniors grow up, or catching the juniors joking when they rush.
But Elford's face was obviously serious.
Illusion
Roland left the room, asked the guards in the corridor, and soon came to the room where Menon lived.
Menon was very rich and the room he lived in was huge.
It's a superior suite.
As soon as Roland entered, he saw Menon's body placed in the middle of the living room, covered with a white cloth.
There are four black-robed soldiers surrounding this suite. They are responsible for protecting Menon's body and family, and are also responsible for monitoring the property here to prevent the Mei family's wife from taking it away.
After all, Menon has a lot of magic information to research, which is classified as confidential.
On the bench next to her, a woman in a black dress was sleeping, burying her face and sobbing softly.
I can't see her appearance clearly, but my figure is quite good.
The four black-robed soldiers glanced at the woman from time to time, with some hidden lust in their eyes.
After Roland came in, he immediately attracted the attention of four soldiers. One of them came up to him and asked, "Who is your Excellency?"
Those who wear magic robes in the Magic Association are all high-class people, and they cannot be offended by mere soldiers.
"Roland."
The soldier immediately lowered his head and said: "It turns out to be Mr. Roland, you are finally here. A powerful master told me before that everything here belongs to you. Now we can leave."
Roland shook his hands, took out a few silver coins from his space backpack, put them into the soldier's hand, and said, "Please take care of them, be careful, and take them to drink."
"Thank you, sir." The soldier smiled broadly and bent down repeatedly.
The other three soldiers also looked happy.
The monthly salary of the three of them was only one silver coin, so they got a few coins at once. Although it was not much after dividing, it was still an extra income.
The four soldiers left with great gratitude, and even helped Roland close the door gently.
The old man is generous, so naturally he wants to have fun.
Playing with a wife next to the corpse of the deceased is so slutty that she deserves to be a big shot in the upper class.
Very playful.
The four soldiers were all impressed.
After the door closed, the woman who was slumped on the bench sat up. She didn't dare to cry anymore. She just lowered her head and didn't dare to look at anyone.
Roland looked at the corpse in the living room, walked over, and pulled away the white cloth. Menon still had the same expression of death.
Sighing, Roland covered the white cloth.
Then he walked up to the woman and said, "I am also very sad about Menon's death. I would like to ask if Menon has any family members or relatives besides you, his wife."
"He has his family in Dronsvaal, his father and mother, two brothers and a sister."
Roland thought for a moment and said, "That's it. You can take all the property here, except for the magic information. Go home. As for how to divide the property, that's your business."
At this time, the woman's face turned pale. She rushed to Roland's side, hugged Roland's legs with both hands, raised her head and cried in panic: "Sir, please don't drive me back, otherwise I will die." Menon My father will make me into a pottery figurine and be buried with Menon. Please, please, don’t drive me back.”
Roland was stunned for a moment: "What's going on?"
The woman immediately explained the cause and effect.
The country of France has a very large territory. It is extremely hot in the south and has cold winter all year round in the north.
It borders the Desert Kingdom to the west and the Green Sea Islands to the east.
In such a large territory, the customs between counties are not the same.
There is a custom in Dronwa County where Menon is located. If the wife does not leave any children when her husband dies, then she is an unqualified wife and must be buried with her husband and go to hell to continue giving birth to children for her husband.
Of course, this custom is not absolute. If the wife is quite powerful, or the natal family is quite powerful, death can be avoided.
And this woman is the daughter of a businessman.
There's no such energy.
Menon is dead and has no children. If there is no one with enough status to take her in, she will definitely die.
Even running away is of no use.
The Meinong family is also a very powerful aristocratic family. As long as they are willing, there is always a way to find her as long as they have not escaped from the country of France.
After all, some magic can be used to find people, such as the small wishing spell.
In other words, this woman's sadness is half for her husband and half for herself.
She could barely survive her husband's death.
"Beatrice, right?" Roland thought for a moment and said, "I can protect you for a while, and I can even take you to live in the country of Hollevin again. Are you willing?"
Beatrice nodded vigorously.
"Then please take care of Menon's funeral." Roland looked at the corpse next to him and said, "Let me take a look at the magic information inside."
"Okay." Beatrice pointed to the room on the right: "That's Menon's study, all his information is in it."
Roland took a breath and walked into the study.
This room is quite large. Although it is far inferior to Stephanie's underground library, it still has more than a dozen bookshelves.
There were many handwritten books on it. Roland flipped through a few books and found that the handwriting was the same.
This shows that it is the work of the same person, probably Menon.
Roland threw all these books into his system backpack, almost filling the backpack.
Then he took a handwritten copy and read it. Once he saw it, he was fascinated.
Menon loves to do research, so his experience is quite informative.
If the magician's experiences collected by the Prince Consort are good 'commodities', then these books are excellent 'research materials', which can easily fascinate an expert at a glance.
That's the case with Roland.
He observed each word word by word, for fear of missing a word.
Forgot time, forget hunger.
It wasn't until Beatrice, who was already too hungry, knocked on the door and came in, gently pulling on Roland's sleeves, that she woke him up from the contents of the book.
"Well, ah!" Roland looked around and found that the scenery outside the window was a little dim, so he said, "It turns out it's already night."
"No, it's already the next morning." Beatrice, whose eyes were red, said timidly, "You haven't moved all night."
"One night, then why didn't I notice it was getting dark..."
Roland looked up suddenly and found a lighting ball above his head, which was condensed with his own magic power.
He was so fascinated by the sight that he subconsciously released a ball of light after dark, without even knowing it.
Roland put the books back into the system backpack and asked, "Have the funeral arrangements for the Mei family been finished?"
Beatrice folded her hands in front of her belly and said, "We have already asked someone to send it back to Dronva County in a carriage. The people used are from the Mercenary Guild, they are trustworthy."
Roland heaved a sigh of relief. He thought it was a pity that Menon died.
These research materials are really useful.
"Then you will come with me next?" Roland looked at Beatrice.
"As long as you don't dislike me." Beatrice thought for a while and said, "Please come with me."
The two walked to the living room. Beatrice looked at a large white bag pulled out from under the bench, then put it on the table and found it. Inside was a large number of gold and silver coins: "Sir, these are Menon's property. That’s all I can find, and now it’s all yours.”
Roland glanced over and found that there were at least a hundred gold coins in the pile, and there should be about two hundred silver coins.
That's a lot of money.
"You are his widow, and this money is yours."
Beatrice's eyes widened: "But I am already yours, so of course these gold coins are yours."
Um
Roland subconsciously felt something was wrong. He seemed to have been tricked by Elford.