Hawke, Roland and Beta left.

The beggars and civilians who watched the fun also dispersed, leaving only the nobles pointing fingers in the distance, and the high-level people dressed up and outfitted, laughing loudly from time to time.

It seems that the death of this young nobleman gave them great happiness.

Roland looked at the small group of nobles in the distance for a while, sighed slightly, and then walked to the front of the two young nobles.

Seeing them crying with their elder brother's body in their arms, they waited for a long time, and when they cried so hard that they didn't have much tears, Roland spoke slowly: "You are the children of that family, where are your parents?"

The young nobleman had been dead for a long time, and even his two younger brothers ran over. It was unreasonable that their parents did not know the news.

Hearing Roland's words, both teenagers looked up at him.

There was anger in one's eyes, but not much hatred.

But the other, staring at Roland for a moment, his eyes filled with hatred and rage, which were red-crying.

He suddenly stood up and rushed towards Roland, roaring angrily: "I'll kill you executioner!"

Roland stretched out his legs and kicked the boy back, which made him beat him several times.

This young nobleman is an ordinary person. Although Roland is a mage, he is now lv4. Even if his physical attributes grow much lower than those of a warrior, he is much better than ordinary people.

The reaction is faster than that of ordinary people.

After the boy was kicked back, he lay on the ground. He was stunned for a while, then let out a painful wail, and hit the ground hard with his fists. Even if his skin was full of flesh, he would not feel bitter.

The other boy glanced at his younger brother, then turned his face and Roland: "Grandpa, please allow us to restrain our elder brother's body. If you have time... I come to our house quietly late at night. I have something to tell you."

In the last sentence, the boy's voice was very soft and his lips did not seem to move.

But Roland heard it.

This matter is interesting... Roland pretended not to hear anything, turned around and left.

The nobles were still watching the jokes. When Roland walked by, although the voices of the nobles were lowered, the nauseating smile on their faces still did not stop.

Roland didn't want to pay attention to this group of people, after all, they were not people from the same world, whether in the spiritual sense or in the physical sense.

But just as Roland was about to pass by the group of people, he heard a voice.

"I really think I am the messenger of justice, just the life of a pariah, not a single silver coin, is it worth fighting like this?"

Roland stopped and turned his head to look at the talking nobleman.

A very arrogant young man.

Roland hooked his finger at him: "Come out!"

"I won't come out. Can you beat me in front of so many people?" The young nobleman said the most arrogant words with the most arrogant attitude!

Roland heard the meaning of this young nobleman. Except for them, no one else was human.

Moreover, he seemed to think that Roland dared not take action, after all, so many nobles were present here.

Taking action on the spot just won’t give other nobles face.

To put it bluntly, it is called trampling on the dignity of the aristocratic class.

Roland chuckled!

When he was a high school student, he dared to beat a "bad boy" in front of his class teacher. He also joined Shu Ke and took the other four childhood friends to fight with the bald boy in the third year of high school three times.

In that peaceful and even the society where rules are greater than heaven, he dared to take action with anger.

And in this lawless and even extremely backward game world, how could he be more cowardly and tolerant than the real society?

After he chuckled, he raised his hand.

An instant fireball directly stuck on the arrogant face of the young nobleman. After a loud bang, the young nobleman rolled to the ground and wailed in pain.

Roland's room cut off the magic of the small fireball, which greatly reduced the power of yesterday, and the explosion was about a larger firecracker.

But even so, it shocked the young nobles in great pain. After all, there were many painful nerves on their faces and fragile skin.

"Ah, my eyes can't see."

"My face hurts so much."

"Murder, help me!"

The young nobleman screamed like a coward, which was quite embarrassing.

"How can you..."

A nobleman with a more mature face seemed to want to scold Roland, but Roland glanced over with a smile, and the man immediately shut up.

Roland's eyes swept across the nobles, and no one dared to look at him.

Roland was a little funny. He walked to the young nobleman who was still on the ground covering his face and rolling and howling, looked at him condescendingly, and said, "The life of the untouchable is not worth a silver coin in your eyes. Similarly, your life is not worth a few copper coins in my eyes. I am in a bad mood today. You jump out and be sarcastic behind me. Don't blame me for hitting people."

After saying that, Roland glanced at the circle of nobles next to him, but no one dared to look at him.

Roland turned and left.

After he left, a male nobleman with a little white hair shivered with anger: "Arrogance, too arrogant. He is trampling us into the mud. We can no longer let the Golden Son be arrogant like this. They dared to kill a family of people, but now there are more and more people. One day, he will attack us."

"What can we do?" A nobleman next to him asked with a smile: "Why do you take us against them?"

When he heard this, the gray-haired male noble immediately shut up and stopped talking.

Idiots are just starting to the front!

Roland walked on the street, and passers-by still dodged ahead of time when they saw him.

Roland was not used to it before, and he always felt a sense of confusion and embarrassment. But after two months, he was no longer surprised by it, and he was very used to it.

Roland is in a much better mood now. As expected, when people are depressed, they have to exercise to feel comfortable.

Back at the Magic Tower, Roland summoned all the magic apprentices to gather.

Except for Vivian, all other magic apprentices were wearing a deep dark circle, and you can imagine how hard they worked to practice.

Roland coughed lightly and said, "You have learned the mage's hand. You can save the derivative magic for later practice. After all, it is difficult for you to reproduce magic. Now I will teach you another zero-level trick, the magic puppet."

If the instructor only teaches zero-level tricks in other magic towers, the magic apprentices will not say it on the surface, so they will definitely have some psychological opinions.

But here is different. All magic apprentices have already understood how powerful Roland is in the level of “creating” magic. There are six kinds of magic derived from the mage's hand, and each of them is quite practical.

Now that Vice President Roland wants to teach magic puppets, there must be many derivative magic.

To learn, of course you have to learn.
Chapter completed!