Mages Are Too OP

Looking at Roland's helpless look, several nobles across from him all smiled.

This does not affect their evaluation of Roland. After all, the behavior of other golden sons is also in line with their identities. Barbarians and priests who dedicate their piety to God are not very smart. Isn't this a normal thing?

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

This young mage looks like an elite, but in fact may be a great wizard.

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

"I'm just curious, since you are relatives, why can you sit down and communicate with us in a good mood, instead of trying to avenge the city lord?"

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

"Because it was Old John who made the first move, and you didn't kill them all. Now John's family is still the city lord. They just lost a bloodline and lost some interests."

So that's it... As long as the John family's blood lineage is not shaken, is everything easy to discuss?

In fact, this is also a matter of Mori City, and it did not cause too much disturbance in the noble class.

Everyone's hands are not clean, and the city lord of Mori, Betel, is cruel, not to mention the woman who hooked up with the Son of Gold.

Whoever changed this matter, as long as he had enough strength, would not easily spare him.

And the son of gold is to have power.

Now they have killed Old John again, and almost all the soldiers have been killed, but they still haven't killed Old John's blood.

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

This kind of 'restrained' fighting is extremely in line with the characteristics of the great nobles who fight without breaking.

Everyone can fight for their own interests, and some descendants can be killed, but they must not do everything, and they cannot lose their titles or lordships.

If anyone dared to do so, they would definitely be ostracized by other nobles. Then next time, all his family members are killed, and no one will speak up for him.

Seeing Roland's clear expression, the old woman smiled and said, "Next, we can talk about interesting things. For example... a few mines outside the city, what do you plan to do with them? If it is not convenient for you to manage them. If so, our Gao Wen family can do it for you, as long as you are willing to pay us some management fees."

Roland chuckled: "We are not in a hurry to talk about this first, there is a more important matter right now."

Several nobles were a little surprised, and the old woman looked a little puzzled and said, "Your Excellency, please speak."

"How about giving us the position of sheriff?" Roland said with a smile: "I don't care who the current position is, but this position must be taken by our golden son."

"Why?" The old woman shook her head in confusion.

"We always have our own reasons, which are inconvenient to say."

The five people on the opposite side began to ponder, and even winked at 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 refreshed, and the old woman covered her mouth with a blue fan, and she said with curved eyebrows: "How much benefit can you make?"

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

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The negotiation went more smoothly than expected, Link got the post of sheriff, Hawke's pier will officially open soon, and he also annexed the original old pier.

Jet got unlimited missionary rights in the entire Delbon city.

As for Roland, he only needs the money... In the future, one third of the monthly tax revenue 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 a combination of weapons.

The next thing was to suit the host and guest. After eating and drinking for a while, Roland and the other four left the banquet hall.

The group of nobles and businessmen were still waiting at the door. When they saw Roland and the others coming out, they didn't dare to ask any further questions. They just made way for the four to leave the manor.

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

The nobles looked at her eagerly.

After looking around, the old woman said softly, "It's over, everything will be business as usual tomorrow."

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

So... thunderous applause sounded.

Roland and others walked out of the manor.

Hawke walked in the front. As he walked, he smiled disdainfully: "Those guys say it nicely, but in fact, they are not afraid of our strength. If we are civilians, ordinary people, the big hat of rebellion would be early. It was deducted."

The moonlight tonight is very good, and Roland is in a good mood. He smiled and said, "You don't have to worry so much, it's normal to look at strength, face, and family. If there is an ugly girl in front of you , let you marry her, are you willing or not? If it is a beautiful woman, you may be willing to sit down and talk. For the same reason, if we have the strength, we can naturally let them sit down and talk about things. Don’t think about other things. Too much is bad for yourself."

Hawke sighed: "Yes, justice without strength is nothing."

At this time, Link suddenly asked: "Roland, why do you only want gold coins, isn't it bad to cultivate some of your own forces and personnel?"

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

"Why don't you just transfer to a warlock..." Hawke turned back and walked backwards, talking with a smile, but suddenly, he was stunned: "Hey, what about Jett?"

Roland said lightly: "Just now he was at the end and got into the carriage with a lady with a gourd-shaped figure."

Hawke looked back and found that there was a carriage at the entrance of the manor, which seemed to be shaking slightly.

"This guy has good luck with peach blossoms." Hawke slapped his mouth: "I'm so envious."

Link glanced at him sideways.

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

Roland smiled.

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

Vivian was resting on the table in his study, and when she heard the sound of his door opening, she immediately stood up and said happily: "Vice President, you are finally back, I made you some sober soup, you Wait, I'll send it over hot."

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

After a while, Vivian came over with a bowl of thick soup that smelled good.

Roland took it, and while drinking, he asked, "How have those two little guys learned recently, are they naughty?"

"They are very obedient and study very seriously." Vivian hesitated for a while: "It's just that the other companions don't like them very much."