Looking at Roland's helpless look, the nobles on the opposite side were all smiling.

This does not affect their evaluation of Roland. After all, the behavior of other sons of gold is also very consistent with their identity. Isn’t it normal for barbarians and pastors who dedicate their devotion to God to be very smart?

Therefore, the person they value and fear the most is still Roland.

This young magician who obviously looks elite, but in essence may be a great magician.

The old woman's name was Caroline. She looked at Roland and said in the slow tone of the old man's unique voice: "Indeed, we are all distant relatives of the John family, so what do you think?"

"I just feel curious. Since you are relatives, why can you sit down and communicate with us in a turmoil instead of planning to avenge the city lord?"

Not only Roland was curious about this question, but Hawke and others were also quite curious.

"Because it was the first move by Old John, and you did not kill them all, the John family is still the city lord. They just lost one bloodline and some benefits."

So that's it... As long as you don't shake the bloodline of the John family, will everything be easy to discuss?

In fact, this is also the reason why the incident in Morris did not cause too much trouble in the aristocratic class.

Everyone's hands were not clean. Not to mention the cruel and self-righteous person, the woman who hooked up with the Golden Son, even threw the person from the third floor and died after playing for enough!

If anyone else was this matter, as long as he had enough strength, he would not be spared easily.

And the son of gold is possessing power.

Now they killed Old John again and killed almost all the soldiers, but they still did not kill Old John's bloodline.

Even... the position of the city lord is now in the hands of little John.

This kind of "restraint" battle is extremely in line with the characteristics of the great noble class fighting without breaking.

Everyone can fight for profit and die some children, but they must not do anything wrong, and they cannot eliminate the title of person or the lord.

If anyone dares to do this, they will definitely be excluded by other nobles. Then next time, all members of his family will be killed, and no one will speak out for him.

Looking at Roland's clear expression, the old woman smiled and said, "Next, we can talk about interesting things. For example... what do you plan to deal with the minerals outside the city? If it is not convenient for you to manage, our Gaowen family can do it on their behalf, as long as you are willing to pay some management fees to us."

Roland chuckled and said, "We are not in a hurry to talk about this matter first. There is something more important right now."

Several nobles were a little surprised, the old woman looked a little confused, and said, "Please tell me, please."

"How about giving the position of Sheriff to us?" Roland said with a smile: "I don't care who is currently in office, but we must take this position down."

"Why?" the old woman shook her head, expressing her confusion.

"There are always our own reasons, which is not convenient to say."

The five people on the opposite side began to ponder, and even winked each other.

Roland continued to add fire and said, "We are bound to win this position. For this reason, we can appropriately give up some other interests."

The five people on the opposite side were excited. The old woman blocked her mouth with a blue fan. Her eyebrows were curved and she said, "How much benefit can it be given?"

"For example... we don't want a mine!"

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The negotiations went smoother than expected. Link got the position of sheriff, and Hawke's dock was about to officially open soon, and he also merged the original old dock.

Jet obtained unlimited missionary rights throughout Delbon City.

As for Roland, he only needs money... In the future, one-third of the monthly taxes of the City Lord's Mansion will be distributed to Roland.

The most important thing is that they can guarantee that the city lord's mansion will declare to the outside world that Old John died of illness, rather than being killed by weapons.

The next step was naturally the guest, and after eating and drinking for a while, Roland and the other four left the banquet hall.

The group of nobles and merchants were still waiting at the door. When they saw Roland and others coming out, they did not dare to ask more questions. They just made a way out and asked the four of them to leave the manor.

After the four of them left, the old woman walked out.

The nobles looked at her with a gaze.

After looking around for a while, the old woman said softly: "I'll have an agreement, everything will be the same tomorrow."

The nobles were happy, but they were gentlemen and ladies, and would not cheer like lowly people, but would only applaud.

So...thunderous applause rang out.

Roland and others walked out of the manor.

Hawke walked in front, and he smiled disdainfully as he walked, "Those guys speak very nicely, but in fact they are not afraid of our power. If we were civilians and ordinary people, the big hat of rebellion would have been taken down long ago."

The moonlight tonight was very good, and Roland was in a good mood. He smiled and said, "Don't worry about that much. It's normal for you to look at your strength, your face, and your family. If an ugly woman is placed in front of you and ask you to marry her, are you willing? If it's a beautiful woman, you might be willing to sit down and chat. With the same principle, if we have the strength, we can naturally let them sit down and talk. Don't think too much about other things, it's not good for yourself."

Hawke sighed, "Yes, justice without power is nothing."

At this time, Link, who was standing beside him suddenly asked: "Roland, why do you only need gold coins? Isn't it good to cultivate some of your own forces and personnel?"

"That's a waste of energy. Magic is a very profound technique. I don't have that much time to manage organizations or something." Roland sighed: "Besides, I saw a magician's autobiography. The first sentence on the first page said, 'Poor ghosts are not qualified to become high-level magicians.' So I have to make more money first and lay a certain foundation for future 'spend money like flowing water'."

"Why just change your job to a warlock..." Hawk turned around and walked backwards while talking, but suddenly, he was stunned: "Hey, where is Jet?"

Roland said lightly: "He just landed at the end and got on the carriage with a noble woman with a gourd figure."

Hawke looked back and found a carriage at the entrance of the manor, which seemed to be shaking gently.

"This guy has good luck in love." Hawke smashed his mouth: "I'm so envious."

Link looked at him squintly.

Hawke shivered subconsciously, and he patted his arm: "Strange, why did you suddenly feel a little cold."

Roland smiled.

Then the three separated at the fork in the road, and Roland returned to the magic tower.

Vivian was resting in his study. When he heard the sound of him opening the door, he immediately stood up and said happily: "Vice President, you are finally back. I have made you some soup that can sober up. Wait, I will send it here hot."

Roland wanted to refuse, but thought that this was the other party's kindness, so he didn't speak up.

Not long after, Vivian came over with a bowl of soup that smelled good.

Roland took it and asked while drinking, "How have those two little guys learned recently? Are they naughty?"
Chapter completed!