As the sun sets, the afterglow dyes the entire city blood red.

The beggar army began to clean up the corpses on the streets. They did not bother to be dirty or tired, and moved all the bodies outside the city.

And they also sent news in the city that they hoped that the families of the deceased would claim the body. If no one claimed it, they would be buried in a unified manner and erected an unknown monument.

After the news came out, until late at night, a large number of soldiers were buried and not many people came to claim it.

This is normal. Now that Delbon's city is changing the king's flag, everyone understands that the city lord's family is over. Whether it is dead or alive depends on the meaning of the Golden Sons.

In this situation where the situation is unknown, who dares to rashly meet the powerful sons of gold, what if this is a trap?

The bright moonlight also shines on the castle.

Old John's two broken bodies were put together, and several corpsemen were carefully stitching them.

The city lord's wife sat aside with a blank expression. She looked at the Yin Yue in the sky, but didn't know what she was thinking.

Her little daughter cried aside, her voice was low and suppressed, and she did not dare to speak loudly.

After all, there were more than a dozen beggar soldiers guarding them next to them.

In addition, the pastor Jeter was also pretending to be on the side.

Little John looked at his father's body, then at the full moon in the sky. The cold moonlight was filled with inexplicable chills. He couldn't help but hold his hands in his chest and tighten his body.

Until now, he was still a little confused and even felt as if he was in a dream.

In just under a day, he became a prisoner. In his eyes, his extremely powerful father died.

No texture at all.

Hope it was a nightmare.

It was almost dawn, and the lord's wife was sitting on a chair, as if she was about to fall asleep. Her husband's body was sewing not far away, but she could fall asleep, which was a skill in itself.

The little daughter stopped crying, as if she had cried enough, and her voice had become hoarse.

Little John stood up, walked to Jeter who was sleeping, and asked, "What should I do with us? It's time to give us an answer."

He finished speaking, and then found his voice hoarse and powerful.

Jeter opened his eyes and said lightly: "Don't worry, as long as you don't make trouble casually, you won't die. Let's talk until Roland and he and others have reached an agreement."

At this time, Roland was deriving a magic model diagram in the magic tower.

He had already nodded his mind when the spell puppet used for reconnaissance.

First of all, the mobility must be guaranteed, and then the size must be small. The smaller the thing, the more suitable it is for reconnaissance purposes and the less likely it is to be discovered by others. Then there is the perception of distance and there is no sufficient field of vision, so there is no scout purpose.

Then there is the environment and terrain adaptability.

At least he must be able to go up the mountain and down the water. As for flying... Roland still doesn't understand the principle of magic flying, so let's pass by for now.

Then according to these requirements, the thing was made, but Roland watched the one-eyed magic "spider" with a fist crawling around in the laboratory at a very fast speed, and always felt something was wrong.

After watching and thinking for a while, he realized that this thing was still too conspicuous.

The "spider" with a fist is also light yellow, so this thing is really conspicuous.

How to reduce the presence of this thing... It is the most effective way to do it in small quantities, but the problem is that Roland's model has minimized the volume of this magic puppet and cannot be smaller.

Roland was a little worried.

If this thing is not yellow, it may not be so conspicuous. Change the color...wait!

A sudden flash of inspiration in Roland's mind.

This spell puppet can change color, so it will become a chameleon mode. As long as it is similar to the color of the surrounding environment, even a spider with a big fist will be difficult to detect.

He couldn't help but snap his fingers and liked his thoughts. When he was about to use this function to start modifying the spell model, a sound of gently knocking on the door came from behind.

Roland turned around and found that it was Aldo.

"It's time, and you're in a mood to do magic tests, you're really heartless." Aldo walked in with a smile, looking at the 'spider' puppet running around the room, and was slightly stunned. Then he said with some envy: "Another new derivative magic, your talent is really good."

"Because I spent all my time on magic, unlike a certain president, on a woman's belly."

Aldo laughed loudly when he heard this: "I'm happy...you should know what I'm going to do."

"I know, on behalf of other nobles and great merchants in the city, I want to help us pull a line for us to meet, or I want to hear my opinions and opinions."

"It's true." Aldo nodded and said, "It's true."

"I'm doing magic experiments here, but I'm actually waiting for you to come. I'm not familiar with other nobles. If they want to negotiate, they have to find an acquaintance to hand in their words, and you are the most suitable candidate."

Hahaha! Aldo laughed a lot, and there was an inexplicable pleasure in his smile: "Those nobles finally got to me. You don't know, although I am a well-known person in the city, but in fact no one respects me. After all, too many people know that I used to be a dog."

Roland sighed lightly.

"Introducing you into our magic tower is indeed the right choice." Aldo sighed to the sky, even a little proud: "Although you have not had any conflicts with the guys in the long journey, you have killed a city lord now. I believe more and more that you will have great conflicts with the people in the long journey in the future, and there will be a good show at that time."

Roland smiled and said, "I will avoid the King of Holevin from now on."

Aldo choked and said helplessly: "Can you please make me happy?"

Roland shrugged.

Aldo sighed: "Well, talk about the serious business. The nobles want to see you."

"I want to take the opportunity to pick peaches?"

Because of the relationship between "knowing language", the word "Picking Peach" was translated into a common saying that Holevin means similar.

Aldo smiled contemptuously and said, "They dare not rob me of me. They just want to get some bones from your hands. You even dare to kill the city lord. Nearly thousands of elite soldiers were killed by you. Now who in the city dares to have a quarrel with you?"

"What can they help us?"

Aldo said for granted: "A lot."

Roland was silent for a while.

The aristocrats are a bit annoying, but they are still inseparable from them. Whether the entire city can stabilize next depends on whether they cooperate or not.

Of course, in the long run, Hawke and Link should have a way to deal with these nobles.

At this stage, we have to endure them.

After a while, Roland said, "Please help me decide on a time and place."

"Well, just come to my house. With this kind of career, both of you will feel much more at ease."
Chapter completed!