Hawke, Roland and Beta left.
The beggars and civilians who were watching the fun also dispersed, leaving only the nobles pointing in the distance, and the high-ranking people dressed up in human-like clothes, laughing loudly from time to time.
It seemed that the death of this young nobleman gave them great joy.
Roland looked at the small group of nobles in the distance for a while, sighed slightly, and then walked in front of the two young nobles.
Watching the two of them holding their eldest brother's body and crying bitterly, after waiting for a long time, when they had no energy to cry and no tears left, Roland spoke slowly: "You are children of that family, where are your parents? "
This young nobleman had been dead for a long time, and even his two younger brothers came running over. There was no reason why their parents wouldn't hear the news.
After hearing Roland's words, the two teenagers raised their heads and looked at him.
The slightly older boy had anger in his eyes, but not much hatred.
But the other boy stared at Roland for a while, his eyes red from crying, filled with hatred and rage.
He suddenly stood up, threw himself at Roland, and shouted angrily: "I'll kill you executioner!"
Roland stretched out his legs and kicked the boy back, causing him to do somersaults afterward.
This young nobleman is just an ordinary person. Although Roland is a mage, he is now Level 4. Even though his physical attribute growth is much lower than that of a warrior, he is much stronger than an ordinary person.
The reaction is also faster than ordinary people.
After being kicked back, the boy lay on the ground. He was stunned for a moment, then let out a painful cry, and punched the ground with his fists. Even if his skin was torn apart, he didn't feel any pain.
The other young man glanced at his younger brother, and then turned to Roland: "Your Excellency, please allow us to collect the body of my eldest brother. If you have time... come to our house quietly late at night. I have something to tell you." "
For the last sentence, the young man's voice was very soft, and his lips seemed not to move.
But Roland heard it.
This is interesting... Roland pretended not to hear anything and turned around to leave.
The nobles were still watching the joke. When Roland passed by, although the voices of these nobles were lowered, the stomach-churning smiles on their faces still did not stop.
Roland originally wanted to ignore this group of people. After all, they were not from the same world, either spiritually or physically.
But just when Roland was about to walk past the group of people, he heard a voice. The voice was very low, but he could hear it just right, as if it was intentional.
"I really think I am a messenger of justice. It's just a pariah's life. I don't even get a single silver coin. Is it worth fighting for it?"
Roland stopped and turned to look at the nobleman who spoke.
A rather arrogant-looking young man.
Roland raised his finger at him: "Come out!"
"I won't come out. How dare you hit me in front of so many people?" The young nobleman used the most arrogant attitude and said the most cowardly words!
Roland did understand what this young noble meant. Except for them, no one else was human.
Moreover, he seemed to think that Roland did not dare to take action, after all, so many nobles were present here.
Doing it on the spot means not giving face to other nobles.
To put it harshly, it is called trampling on the dignity of the aristocratic class.
Roland chuckled!
When he was still a high school student, he dared to beat up a 'bad boy' in front of the class teacher. He and Shu Ke also led four other teenagers to fight three times with the gang of bad boys in their senior year.
In that peaceful and even rule-heavy society, he dared to take action in anger.
And in this lawless and even extremely backward game world, how could he be more cowardly and tolerant than in real society.
After he chuckled, he raised his hand.
A small instant fireball hit the young noble's arrogant face directly. After an explosion, the young noble rolled to the ground, wailing in pain.
Roland's room reduced the magic power of the small fireball, greatly reducing its power, and the explosion was about the same as a larger firecracker.
But even so, it still caused the young nobleman great pain. After all, there were many pain-sensing nerves on his face and his skin was fragile.
"Ah, I can't see."
"My face hurts."
"It's a murder, please help!"
The young noble screamed like a coward, which was quite embarrassing.
"How can you… "
There was a nobleman with a more mature face who seemed to want to reprimand Roland, but Roland glanced over with half-smiling gaze, and the man immediately shut up.
Roland's eyes swept across the nobles, and no one dared to look at him. The 'Mental Deterrence' feat is already in effect.
Roland felt a little funny. He walked up to the young noble who was still writhing and wailing on the ground, covering his face. He looked at him condescendingly and said, "The life of an untouchable is not worth a silver coin in your eyes. Likewise, yours In my eyes, life is not worth a few copper coins. I'm in a bad mood today, and if you jump out behind my back and make a fuss, don't blame me for hitting someone."
The young nobleman on the ground shook his body, covering his face and not daring to shout any more.
After finishing speaking, Roland glanced at the circle of nobles next to him, but still no one dared to look at him.
Roland turned and left.
After he left, a male aristocrat with some gray hair was trembling with anger: "Arrogant, too arrogant. He is stepping us into the mud. Are we going to let the Son of Gold continue to be arrogant?" ?, before they dared to kill members of a family, but now there are more and more of them, one day, he will take action against us."
"Then what can we do?" A noble next to him asked with a smile: "How about you lead us to fight against them?"
Upon hearing this, the gray-haired male noble immediately shut up and stopped talking.
Only idiots take the lead!
Roland was walking on the street, and passers-by would still get out of the way when they saw him.
Roland was not used to it before and always felt confused and embarrassed. But after two months, he had become accustomed to it.
Roland is in a much better mood now. Sure enough, when you are depressed, you have to exercise to feel comfortable.
Returning to the magic tower, Roland summoned all the magic apprentices to gather together.
Except for Vivian, all the other magic apprentices wore deep dark circles under their eyes. You can imagine how hard they practiced.
Roland coughed lightly and said: "You have already learned the Mage's Hand. You can leave the derivative magic to practice later. After all, derivative magic is difficult for you. Now I will teach you another zero-level trick, Spell Puppet. .”
If in other magic towers, the instructor only teaches zero-level tricks, the magic apprentices will definitely have some opinions if they don't say it on the surface.
But it's different here. All the magic apprentices already know how powerful Roland is at 'creating' magic. There are six types of magic derived from the hand of the mage, and each effect is quite practical.
So now that Vice President Roland wants to teach magic puppets, there must be many derivative magics.
Of course you have to learn.
Everyone took out their precious notebooks.