When Roland arrived at Beta's house, he saw that the door was ajar and he pushed it open without hesitation.
As soon as they entered the living room, they saw two women hugging each other and crying, and the sad atmosphere spread.
It was Lisa, the maid, and her freckled-faced sister.
Beta stood aside, a little embarrassed. When he saw Roland, he immediately came up to him and said, "Brother Roland, something happened."
Roland looked at the two women hugging each other and crying. He probably guessed what was going on, but he still asked: "What is the specific situation?"
"Lisa's family was attacked. Her eldest brother and sister-in-law were killed on the spot. Her parents disappeared. The bodies of her second brother, third brother, and younger brother were thrown away in front of and behind the house." Beta finished speaking and sighed softly. .
In fact, they had already expected this situation. Lisa is not dead. The murderer thinks he is smart and proud, so he will probably take revenge.
For this reason, both Roland and Beta suggested that Lisa's family leave the city. Lisa was relatively safe because she became Beta's maid, while her sister usually worked as a prostitute in some pubs. Those places Originally, it was relatively safe as it was protected by some big shots.
So the only ones who had trouble were Lisa's relatives who insisted on staying in the city and refused to leave.
In fact, Lisa's parents were betting that Beta would always protect them.
But Beta felt that what Roland said before was very reasonable. He could not protect these people for a lifetime, and besides, he was willing to escort these people to leave the city and live elsewhere.
It's just that the other party refuses. What can I do if he insists on staying in the city and seeking death? He was completely benevolent and felt no guilt in his heart. It was just the crying of the two women that made him a little sad.
These two women are sensible and know that Roland and Beta are not to blame for this, so naturally they won't shout nonsense like 'Why don't you protect us'.
Understandable is one thing, even if one's own parents are seeking death, there will still be sadness and discomfort.
"You stay here to protect the two of them. Maybe the enemy will come here." Roland looked at the sky outside and continued: "I'll go find Hawke and the others to find out the situation."
Beta nodded, even if Roland didn't say it, he would do it.
After coming out of Beta's house, Roland was not in a hurry to leave the city. He first went to the Temple of Life.
In the prayer hall, Roland saw Jet kneeling on the ground, facing the statue of the Goddess of Life, his eyes closed, looking very pious.
There is no one in the Temple of Life except Jet.
Roland walked in, walked behind Jet, and asked, "Are you interested in doing a non-rewarding mission with me?"
"No problem." Jet opened his eyes and stood up.
"I didn't delay your prayers."
"It's okay, as long as the goddess is in my heart."
Roland couldn't help but laugh: "What you said makes you feel like you are practicing Buddhism."
"They are almost the same." Jeter said naturally: "Buddha is a god, and the goddess of life is also a god. Just change the name and pray."
Pragmatic belief... In essence, this kind of belief should be regarded as a hypocrite.
But this had nothing to do with Roland. He waved to Jet and led him out of the city gate.
At the construction site by the river, Roland found Hawke.
As soon as Hawke saw him, he went directly into the house that had been built next to him but had no furniture.
There is a fresh muddy smell in the room. For some people, this smell is good, but some people don't like it. Jet didn't like it very much. He gently fanned the air in front of his nose.
"You asked me to send a few beggars to pay attention to the Ritter family in the slums. Not long ago, those beggars came to report that something was wrong. I guess you will come to me soon." Hawke's expression looked a little angry. : "I don't know much. Those beggars were not professional investigators, but the perpetrators were definitely members of the gang-related forces in the North District. That night they killed several of Old Ritter's sons, and then took the Ritters to their deaths. He was kidnapped. He was quite arrogant and treated human life like a bug."
Roland looked at Hawke's expression and sighed: "Don't be so angry. Didn't we already know that people cannibalize people in this world? Whether it's the heart-eating incident you participated in or the girl Beta and I were involved in. Regarding the disappearance case, those big shots really don’t value the lives of civilians. Just look away.”
Jet knew about the 'Missing Girl Case' that Roland was involved in, but he didn't know about the 'Heart-Eating' incident that Hawke was involved in. So now he looked curious.
"What makes me most angry is that the civilians here have no sense of resistance. They are just glad that things did not happen to them, and they look like they are resigned to their fate." Hawke's face was full of hatred that iron cannot be made into steel. Disappointment: “It makes me want to transfer the contents of Xiaohongshu.”
When Jeter heard this, he immediately became excited: "Hey, it sounds interesting. I think there is something going on."
This is obviously a person who loves to join in the fun and doesn't take things too seriously.
But Roland shook his head: "Impossible. The productivity and combat effectiveness of this world are in the hands of professionals and nobles. They can use magic to improve crops, and the soil is also theirs. A fully armed physical professional, even without Even if they reach elites, they can easily kill dozens of villagers. Even if these villagers have simple weapons. Not to mention that there are professional levels such as masters and legends. The gap in combat effectiveness is too big. I personally don't like this kind of behavior unless The level of our players has increased to a certain level and we have our own sphere of influence. Otherwise, it would be better to do nothing about reform."
All three of them had memorized political textbooks, otherwise they would not be able to get into college.
The simple truth is still clear: political power must be wielded with a strong enough gun. The two of them were discouraged upon hearing this. They had to admit that what Roland said made sense.
Seeing that they had given up the idea, Roland continued: "Although we can't do big things now, it is still possible to do small things. How about we go for a walk in the eastern suburbs?"
Jet said happily: "Okay, no problem."
Hawke nodded: "Give me a few minutes and I'll go explain something to Link."
About twenty minutes later, Roland and the other three appeared in a slum alley in the eastern suburbs.
Things like gangsters have always grown better in poor lands. The nobles in rich areas have their own private soldiers and guards. They can only be beaten there, so they can only bully the civilians. To suck the flesh and blood of the weak, survive and grow stronger in this way.
The alleys in the slums seemed very quiet, with no one walking around.
Roland looked around and occasionally saw the eyes of a poor man peeking out from the gap in the window. But when he saw Roland staring at him, he immediately retreated into the darkness again and closed the window tighter.
These eyes were full of panic and fear.
And inside the alley, there was a faint smell of blood.