Delbon City Lord's Mansion.

Roland met the future lord, John Little.

Until now, there is no real city lord in Delbon City, and little John has never been given the position of city lord.

The two have not seen each other for more than two years.

Roland himself is a type who is not social. When he returns to Delbon City, he either appears in the laboratory of the Magic Tower or is fucked with his two women in the manor.

Almost no social activities.

Little John rarely appears in banquets of other nobles. Both of them are considered otaku, so naturally they cannot meet.

At this time, little John's expression was very calm. He poured Roland a glass of fruit wine, then raised his glass and said, "Toast acquaintance I haven't seen for a long time, cheers."

He took the initiative to finish the whole glass of fruit wine first.

Roland also drank the fruit wine in the glass in one breath, and then looked at the other party: "Your qi cultivation skills have become good."

"It's okay to remain unchanged." Little John said lightly: "I don't want to die. You could see your back before, but now you are so strong that you are far from being said. Not to mention your strength, you are at the master level or above, going to legend, and you even took the line from Princess Francis. I heard that she is the future queen... but she lives in your manor for a long time."

Little John snorted softly and continued, "After knowing this, I have no desire to hate you, but I still feel that I am ridiculous."

Roland didn't say anything, but just looked at the other person quietly.

Little John leaned back and said with a wry smile: "When my mind was still on the city and the land, and when my strength stopped moving forward, you had become a master-level mage and established a huge force. Compared with the Francis Kingdom, Holewen was as young as a fly. There was a huge gap between you and you, and you would never catch up with you in your lifetime. Why should I fight with you? Is the skull?"

Listening to little John's self-analysis, Roland smiled.

He knew that little John was telling the truth.

Now John is LV5, while Roland has LV12, with seven levels of gaps, plus the player's "Lord level" growth template, the strength gap between the two is almost the difference between a mouse and a mammoth.

Roland opened the magic shield and let little John attack. He could not break Roland's shield for ten days and ten nights.

Most importantly, Roland can now fully sense the fluctuations of John Jr.'s mental power.

He can tell whether a sentence is a lie or not.

Typical hierarchical suppression.

"It's good that you understand, it's a great benefit to our relationship ease."

Roland picked up the wine pot, poured a glass for the other party, and then poured himself one.

This action surprised little John a little.

The winner actually poured wine for the bereaved dog, and there was no irony. How should I describe this...?

Roland finished drinking the fruit wine in one sip and said, "Since you understand, then I can return the fur and building materials business in the city to the lord's mansion to you."

Little John was stunned. After a while, he laughed dryly, "Is this the value of my mother and sister?"

His expression was strange at this time.

It's very uncomfortable, but it's also funny.

"Believe it or not, I still want to say this, I didn't touch them."

Roland felt helpless. He said so many times that he didn't like a wife, but the queen just happened to be a wife.

Besides, Vivian was a virgin before, so she didn't get married.

Little John was a little incomprehensible. His mother and sister were very beautiful, although they were not as good as Queen Andonara, so they were a little better than Vivian.

Besides, there are special bonuses when the mother and daughter are together.

This is all... this person is too gentlemanly.

Incredible.

Looking at the little John's stunned expression, Roland said, "I originally wanted to talk to you about your father's resurrection, but now it seems that it is not what you did."

Little John said seriously: "I have heard of this, and I am also very scared."

"Then you close the castle first, and then go and take over your property after the matter is solved by me."

Roland stood up.

Little John also stood up: "Do you test me or treat me as a thug?"

“All.”

Leaving this sentence, Roland left the city lord's mansion.

Although Roland is the backstage SS of Delbon City, he did not capture all his industries in the hands of the Magic Tower.

Instead, many were divided to restrain John's hidden power.

But now two years have passed, and those forces saw that little John had no hope of turning the tables, they all turned against little John, and even had some sneaky little thoughts about the Magic Tower.

Always doing some small moves in secret.

I thought Vivian and Roland would not find out.

This is how human greed is. When the scar is healed, it forgets to hurt.

Roland was too lazy to deal with these little shrimps and released Little John, who had been held in for nearly four years and must have hated these betrayers to death.

At that time, he will naturally take the initiative to deal with these people. In addition, the business of building materials and fur is not profitable, and now the Magic Tower does not need the profits of these two businesses to be recorded.

It's troublesome to waste manpower.

Most importantly, Roland believes that the triangle relationship is the most stable.

At that time, the Magic Tower, the City Lord's Mansion, and the Little Noble will form a relatively peaceful relationship.

In this way, he and the Magic Tower can focus entirely on magic research and teaching apprentices.

After leaving Delbon City, Roland came to the small hill where Old John was buried and soon found Old John's tomb.

The cemetery was indeed destroyed, and the tombstone was overturned and thrown aside.

The decaying coffin was also pulled out, and the cover was thrown not far from the loess in the cemetery. Roland covered himself with a magic shield, completely isolated the smell around him, and then walked over.

There is nothing else in the coffin except for some black pieces.

Old John was a professional and a warrior, and his body was not so easy to decay.

Maybe he even became a mummy.

Roland looked around and found no footprints.

He opened his spiritual tentacles, and soon, a faint dark magic power appeared under the search of spiritual tentacles.

Roland followed this magic and walked slowly in the mountains and forests, and soon arrived in front of a cave covered by wild grass.

When you get here, the smell of dark magic is stronger, and you can feel it even without using your mental tentacles.

It seems like you want to lure yourself in?

Roland shook down three almost completely transparent magic spiders, then retreated to the side, used fossils to sank into the ground, and then sealed the hole above.

After doing all this, two magic spiders walked into the hole, and the last magic spider climbed onto a nearby tree to investigate the surrounding situation.

Roland felt something was wrong, so he got underground, intending to reconnaise the situation in the cave and see if he could squat for a while.

The cave is very dark, but the core of the three magic spiders already have night vision. Although the magic array of night vision is very small and has little effect due to its own body size and magic, it can also see things about five meters away around it.

The magic spider pulled on the walls of the cave and moved forward slowly.

After walking for about ten minutes, I saw something special and sent the picture back to Roland.

In Roland's mind, he could see many skeletons on both sides of the walls in the cave.

And at the bottom, there are a pair of blue eyes. But because they are far away, they can't see clearly.

One of the spiders slowly moved over. Before long, he saw that the pair of eyes was a dark-faced man. He sat at the end of the cave with a golden sword, with blue flames flashing in his eyes.

And Roland recognized this person.

Old John.

Sure enough, he was resurrected... Just as Roland was thinking this way, Old John, who was sitting, suddenly stood up, waved his left hand with his iron hand, and hit the wall with a trumpet, directly slapped the magic spider into a magic residue.

Undead creatures are very sensitive to magic.

The moment the magic spider dissipated, Roland could clearly see that there was a strong hatred burning in the other party's blue pupils.

He recognizes my magic?

Roland was stunned for a moment, and then realized: This was a trap.

Without saying a word, he directly fossilized into mud, allowing himself to sink deeper under the ground.

He stopped until he sank below one hundred meters.

Just as he finished all this, Old John in the cave moved, and he rushed forward two more steps and slapped the other magic spider apart.

In this way, Roland was left with the magic spider on his head.

But that's enough.

Soon, the magic spider came to the scene.
To be continued...