The pile of blue-green gems of various sizes, after the rough estimate of six thieves, was worth about ninety gold coins. Adding to more than sixty gold coins, they found about one hundred and fifty gold coins from the castle.

If converted into soft sister coins, it will only be more than two million.

This money doesn't sound much, but almost all players think it's a huge sum of money.

Money depends on the purchasing power and the current consumption level of society.

For example, in the 1970s and 1980s, the Tian Dynasty was about 60 cents per pound of pig, which was cheap, but there were still few people who could afford pork. Eating meat was a very luxurious thing at that time. Imagine that in the 1970s and 1980s, when pork was less than one yuan per pound, what was it like to have a deposit of more than 2 million yuan?

In this game world, prices and people's consumption levels are even lower than those in the 1978th ​​year of the Celestial Empire. Honey white bread, known as entry-level luxury goods, only two copper coins sound cheap, but ordinary civilians dare not eat them at all, because one copper coin can buy several kilograms of wheat. The food that can be bought by two copper coins is the food for a family for more than ten days.

How could you dare to eat randomly?

So this pile of gold coins and gems has become a huge sum of money in this world.

And Betel is just the lord of a small city.

Because they set fire to the castle and plunder were the main force of the six thieves, they naturally had to get more. Therefore, they took out something worth sixty gold coins and gave the six thieves a share.

The other ninety gold coins are divided equally by more than 30 other players.

In fact, it doesn't matter whether Roland wants this money or not. Now there are more magicians who go to the royal city to learn their expertise. There are more than 30 gold coins in his system backpack now, and he is not short of money. But if he doesn't take it, he will most likely be secretly labeled as a negative label of being unsociable, showing off, and rich people. So he symbolically took a small white gem as his "question bonus".

Then the players ate, drank and bragged outside Morrie City. After two days of partying, they slowly dispersed.

During this period, all the food and wine were bought from Morry City.

At first, the residents and merchants of the whole city were afraid of the crazy players outside the city. These gold sons didn't have to sleep. They drank high after three o'clock in the middle of the night and beat drums outside the city, howling ghosts and wolves howled and sang some strange songs. It was scary, and the children didn't dare to cry at night.

But then they found that these players gave money to eat and buy things. When they accidentally met someone, they would take the initiative to apologize first. Then they became bolder and dared to contact them, and even came to sell some wine to the players.

There are some more bold ones who dare to come and eat and drink.

The players didn't care. When they came, they poured wine and gave them meat, which was extremely generous.

No matter how lively the banquet was, it would be over. Roland left the last group. When he was about to leave, a team of soldiers guarded a little boy and found him.

This is a little thin boy, who looks a little timid and cannot support his aura even when wearing aristocratic clothes.

But when he faced Roland, he still spoke with the most cowardly expression and said something very consistent with equal diplomacy: "Dear Great Magician, I am a distant relative of the Betel family. As the last heir of Morrie City, as the current lord of Morrie City, I think I should be qualified to ask you some things."

The little boy was really scared. He spoke with tremolo, and there seemed to be tears in his big eyes, but he still bravely looked straight into Roland's eyes without any dodging.

Roland looked at the guard soldiers next to him. These soldiers were the last group who accompanied Bertel a few days ago and wanted to live and die with Bertel.

But when they faced Roland's scrutiny gaze, they all subconsciously turned their heads and avoided them from looking at him.

Roland's eyes returned to the little boy and smiled and said, "You ask."

The little boy's voice was still trembling: "Have you completed your intended revenge goal, and will you attack our city of Morris again in the future?"

Seeing him so scared, Roland asked curiously: "What are you going to do if we come again next time?"

When Roland said this, the rest had not left, and several players responsible for handling and burying the garbage also came over. For a moment, several men in black robes stood together and stared at the opposite side with great deterrence.

"I..." Seeing the number of black-robed men opposite, the little boy not only trembled this time, but his lips were shaking white: "I... think it's not... good. We... can change the way, we hand in... a certain amount of gold coins every month, treat it as... surrender, please let go... our... civilians in Morrie City!"

The guards next to them were swallowing their saliva, showing great anxiety. They wanted to put their hands on the handle, but they did not dare, for fear of irritating the group of black-robed men on the opposite side.

The little boy was less than ten years old. Seeing him bravely restraining his fear, Roland felt a little pity and reached out to touch the little guy's head and comfort him.

As a result, this action scared the little boy, and he screamed and closed his eyes.

But he still stood straight and did not retreat.

Several guards had already pressed their hands on the hilt of the sword, but they did not pull out the sword.

Roland patted the little boy's head and said gently: "The city lord is a bit hard-working. If you work hard, we won't come in the future."

After saying that, Roland left.

Several other players also came up, and each patted the little boy's head and said, "Do it well."

"Do work hard and don't imitate your elders."

"Try hard and be a good city lord."

Then the players left together, and their self-taught voices came from afar.

"That little boy is so brave. If I were in his position, it would be strange if I wasn't scared to get the shit out on the spot."

"It's so disgusting and timid. If I were me, I would only foam at the mouth and faint."

Then there is a string of self-releasing and despicable laughter.

Watching the unmasked men in black robes leave and watching their figures almost disappear, the little boy who had been trembling couldn't help but fall to the ground.

He covered his face with one hand and cried in a low voice: "It's so scary, I'm so scary, I'm so scary."

As he spoke, a water stain appeared on the land beneath him.

After discovering this situation, the little boy's crying became even more ashamed.

A personal soldier squatted down and gently patted the little boy on the back: "Little master, you are already very brave, it's amazing."

Roland returned to Morrie City, found the previous coachman, rode the original carriage, and walked in the direction when he was traveling.

Before he could get on the carriage, he received a message from Beta: "Brother Roland, in the comprehensive discussion area of ​​the forum, there was a post saying that he wanted to deal with you!"

Roland was stunned. Did he offend someone?

He immediately opened the forum and soon found the post.

"On How to Target the Strongest Mage Roland".
Chapter completed!