Hawke's figure was so strong that he couldn't sit on his usual chair and could only stand and chat.

Roland stood with him.

Just a body that seemed to be a high wall standing in front of him. Roland always felt extremely pressured. He looked at the muscle monster in front of him helplessly and sighed: "Do you really think this image is very good?"

"Very good." Hawk answered like a loud sound, and then asked strangely: "Are you a young and handsome guy?"

Roland shook his head: "That's not. I am a mean person. I look thinner in dressing, and taking off my clothes and having flesh is my ideal body shape."

"Tsk, you middle-aged people are even worse than the aesthetics of young and handsome guys, and they are neither left nor right." Hawke said angrily.

Roland yelled: "You are too extreme. And the public aesthetics are the most important. You can't see that since the last game was updated, the proportion of the population of the warrior profession has dropped to 30% of the total number of people, and it is still slowly declining. Doesn't this mean anything?"

"Those people are not determined enough and do not understand what the beauty of muscles is. I have no talent in reality and cannot train such muscles, but I didn't expect it to be realized in the game." As he said, Hawk made a very sexy and difficult hip-stand movement, and his clothes were almost burst by the muscles. Then he said seriously: "I won't tell the joke, what are you going to do next?"

"Two months are enough to paralyze that person." Roland said slowly: "According to the clues we came up with before, he would kill a girl every one or two months, and now he probably can't help it."

"I understand what you think." Hawke nodded: "After these few months of training, those intelligence personnel have barely gotten in the game. This time, they will never be alarmed."

"Please trouble you." Roland smiled.

"You're so kind." Hawke shook his head and said, "If you hadn't sold us a gold coin every month, we wouldn't have built up power here. Now we're barely on track and can be self-sufficient in the future. I'm curious, how do you make sure it's his?"

Roland sighed: "We used to be dark under the lights, and we always looked outside. We almost got tricked by him once, but fortunately another fake herald left by Roland before his death reminded me. Those who know magic and have high IQ may not necessarily be nobles, or people from our Magic Tower. The information that really made me sure who the murderer was was handed over by Gru. You must have never expected that the Belly Snake Gang, which was destroyed by Bud, was actually the puppet organization of our Magic Tower."

Hawke exclaimed: "I really didn't expect this."

"I didn't expect that even President Aldo didn't know about this puppet gang."

Hawke showed a strange smile on his face: "In other words, whoever has the most contact with this gangster is the most suspicious!"

Roland nodded.

"Then I probably guess who it is."

Hawke left the Magic Tower half an hour later.

Roland continued to deduce magic, and continued to teach magic apprentices as usual.

Then a few days later, the twenty-three children of Huisha helped him get sent over.

They were neatly lined up in two rows, standing on the ground on the reflective first floor of the Magic Tower, and looked nervously at the young man in front of them.

Roland's eyes swept across them, without saying anything, the children's expressions became more and more nervous, and... expectation.

After waiting for three minutes, Roland ordered the two children out and said, "You two are you, Vivian, write down their appearance. They will also be apprentices in the future. If you can't read, you can teach them to read first. Arrange a room for them. As for the others, go back."

The two children who were pointed out were naturally ecstatic, while the other children looked disappointed, and a few were even secretly wiping their tears.

Such a good thing is hard to encounter once every few hundred years, but they seize it.

The boss of Gru and the Black Sha Gang were waiting anxiously outside the magic tower with several members. When they saw a group of children coming out, they saw that the two most familiar people were missing in the crowd, they immediately smiled.

"Don't worry, even if you don't choose, you will be the backbone of our Huisha Gang in the future." Boss Huisha said proudly: "Everyone goes back to work hard, and the future of the Huisha Gang will depend on you to support it."

The children suddenly became a little energetic.

Vivian took two selected children to the second floor and happened to meet white-haired Jerry coming over.

Jerry is very old. Although his mental power is the highest among magic apprentices, his relatively old and weak body drags him down, and his progress speed is far less than that of Vivian.

But even so, Jerry did not give up.

He knew very well that as his strength improved, his life span would gradually grow, and he would gradually improve, and his life span would gradually grow, or he would be able to survive until he became an elite magician.

At that time, you will always apply to transform your body into an alternative elemental wizard, and regain hundreds of years of life.

Of course, this is just the best idea. He is very clear that his talent is not strong and he has a high probability of not being able to hold on to that time.

Therefore, when he saw two children under twelve years old, he couldn't help but express envy and jealousy.

How great it would be if I could meet Vice President Roland at this age!

He walked over and saw two children who were a little nervous and scared. He sighed and then walked down the stairs.

One of the children asked, “Is he the president?”

"No, like me, I am a magic apprentice." Vivian explained.

"I am so old, I am still an apprentice. It is difficult to learn magic. Can we learn it well?" the child asked worriedly.

Vivian explained softly: "Actually, the Magic Tower is not clear, but our vice president is very good at teaching people."

These two children finally had some confidence.

At this time, another slap next to him pushed away. Cross walked out of it, saw the two children, and asked, "Is this the new apprentice selected by the vice president? Well, it looks very ordinary."

Hearing this, the two children were immediately depressed.

"Sorry, sorry. Brother, I said the wrong thing. I will buy something back to accompany us later." Cross smiled.

"You're going out too?" Vivian was a little surprised.

"There is someone else going out besides me?" Cross was a little surprised.

Vivian said: "Jerry has also gone out, and seems unhappy."

"Jerry, he might be going to see his grandson." Cross smiled and said, "He goes to see his grandson every one or two months."

"Then where are you going?"

"I'll go to the slave market. Since you don't want to take the initiative, I'll go and see what good things are there and help the vice president buy it back."

Vivian's face immediately became gloomy: "You dare!"
Chapter completed!