Notice of death threats to a player is the most ridiculous and arrogant thing Roland has ever seen.

Roland's smile seemed a little mysterious in the darkness and under the rendering of the moon. When little Edward saw this scene, an inexplicable sense of worship emerged from his heart.

Unlike his silly brother, little Edward is very smart. He can see many details that others cannot see, such as... the two days before his brother went to hold the girl hostage, he, who was always optimistic, actually showed a gloomy expression.

Moreover, there were inexplicably fifty gold coins in the storage room at home.

Combined with the news he had found out in the past two days and what he saw, he knew something.

His brother took the blame.

Such things are very common among the aristocratic class and are also the default rule.

When someone does something wrong and is pursued by someone with similar strength, if both sides really fight, they will only suffer losses and be saved by other wolves watching the show. At this time, he can throw out someone who is a little worse than himself, take over the mistake, and then die and lose his grudges. If the pursuer also has the idea of ​​stopping the loss in time, then both sides will tacitly stop mentioning the previous matters.

After laughing, Roland looked at the young man who was originally young but already mature and male temperament and said, "I know your elder brother is a scapegoat. We didn't plan to kill him, or even wanted to save him. It's just that he was too decisive in his work and committed suicide directly. We do have a little responsibility for this matter, but we won't apologize."

"I see."

Little Edward knew very well that this matter really had nothing to do with the sons of gold.

Although the "notorious" of the Gold Sons in the aristocratic class was very annoyed and they ignored the glory and privileges of the nobles, they had to admit that these Gold Sons were all neutral and kind-hearted professionals.

Now the five golden sons in the city have been in Delbon for two or three months, but they have never bullied people for no reason, nor have they done anything evil, and they have not even had a prank.

They just killed a cannibalistic nobleman, spent a lot of money to save a girl from a pariah, and now they find three things for the beggars to find a way out.

But everything is a good thing.

The Golden Sons are good, both in the starting point and in the end of the matter, and the only unfortunate one is their elder brother.

It was regarded as a sacrifice for the struggle between the two sides.

"I want to ask, your elder brother has done any abnormal behavior in the past two days, or have he met any special person?"

Little Edward shook his head: "No, my elder brother never likes to tell us when doing things. He doesn't want to put too much pressure on us. If he has to say something, he will run out more diligently."

Roland raised another question that he had been thinking for a long time: "Are your parents?"

"I've died long ago." Little Edward's voice lowered: "It's the eldest brother who has always taken care of us. We are just businessmen. The so-called aristocratic status is just a quasi-noble, with only false names and no real power."

There are only two real powers for the nobles: territory, even small tracts.

The power of recruiting troops depends on the title, and the upper limit of the troops recruited is also different. Once you reach the earl, there is no limit on the number of troops.

As for other heraldry rights, tax exemption rights, etc., they are just a little bit.

The so-called quasi-nobles are usually titles obtained by merchants after donating a large amount of gold coins.

Roland sighed, probably the murderer behind the scenes used the two teenagers as bargaining chips to approach their elder brother to take the blame, and of course, he also gave enough rewards.

Fifty gold coins... are considered a big sum.

"So, since you don't know anything, why do you want me to come quietly?" Roland asked unhappily.

"Although I don't know anything, I want to hand it over to you." Little Edjie took out a small wooden sign from his clothes, which was about the same size as his palm: "This is what my elder brother left on his desk, and I think it may be useful to you."

Roland took the small wooden sign and found that it had a hard texture, a light blue surface, and a white cloud model engraved on the front, and a black and very regular black spiral pattern on the back.

After taking a few glances, Roland put the small wooden sign into the system backpack.

Then he placed several drawings on the desktop: "This is some of my magical experiences and experiences, you can keep them yourself."

"Magic? Can I do it?" Little Edward looked at the drawings, feeling a little moved, but more of it was not confident.

In fact, Roland could feel that Edward Little was quite active, only a little worse than Vivian.

Vivian is now able to use the mage's hand skillfully, and can also convert the magic hand into a spell spear, so little Edward can do it too.

Of course... Roland would not teach him. After all, if he had too much contact with him, the messenger behind the scenes would probably be detrimental to Edward Little.

"Try it, I won't charge you anyway. It doesn't matter if I fail. The zero-level trick backfire will not kill anyone."

After leaving this sentence, Roland left.

Little Edward looked at the drawings on the table quietly, then he wiped his tears, and just as he was about to put them away, the door opened again, and a boy who was a little younger than him walked in rubbing his eyes.

"Second brother, you are here. You scared me. I thought you didn't want me either, so I left by myself." The boy looked lingering in fear.

"Don't worry, our brothers will always be together." Edward looked at his younger brother, then looked at the drawings on the desktop, and then made a decision in his heart.

Roland quietly returned to the magic tower and replaced himself with his magic robe.

Then Vivian walked in, she had a little dark circles. When she saw Roland, she served pastries and fruit drinks, she said, "Vice President, thank you for your hard work, this is the breakfast for you."

Breakfast? It’s at most two or three in the morning. What kind of breakfast is it!

But Roland touched his stomach, and he was indeed a little hungry.

Then he thanked Vivian with a smile.

Vivian walked out of Roland's study and immediately smiled.

The vice president doesn't have the smell of a woman, nor does he look very tired, which shows that he has not done anything bad.

Very good, very good!

Vivian felt that she could have a good night's sleep later.

After eating pastries, Roland continued to deduce the derivative abilities of the spell puppet.

The "memory" of the spell model is limited, and he has to calculate that if the limited "memory" is used, allocate the various attributes of the spell puppet to ensure the highest cost-effectiveness.

This deduction, a few hours later, and then the game time stopped again.
Chapter completed!