When he came to Elford's room, his environment was much better than that of Roland's small suite.

The area is much larger and the lighting is better. The most important thing is that the layout inside is quite luxurious at first glance.

Elford asked Roland to sit on a white animal-skinned iron-blanket chair, and he sat in the main seat by himself, and then asked with a two-point teasing voice: "How is it like being framed by someone wrongfully?"

"It's okay." Roland said in a very normal tone: "I haven't encountered such a thing."

When I first started working in the company, I also took the blame for my boss a few times.

It was really depressed at that time and I had no ability to resist at all.

If you don't take the blame, you have to quit.

But here is different. The player himself is immortal, and Roland is not without the power to resist.

The reason why he cooperated with the black-robed soldier was simply because of the Red Magic Tower. After all, he is now a student of the Red Magic Tower.

If he really feels malice, he will definitely resist.

Looking at Roland's calm aura, Elford nodded with satisfaction: "You should understand now. As long as you have the strength, you will not be afraid of such dirty things, at least you have the ability to find a solution to the problem. That is, you don't have to be killed instantly like Menon, nor do you have to sit and wait for death like a helpless civilian who encounters something."

Roland nodded.

That's true.

If it is in a peaceful world, Menon is indeed a talent.

But this world is too dangerous.

Even in Frans' magic association, which was almost considered extremely safe, he was assassinated.

Seeing Roland listened to the words, Elford said with satisfaction: "So, you should focus more on combat magic, similar to Menon's ideas, less spell models like oil making and water making, and more spells like small blue fireballs."

Roland thought for a while and said, "But I am the son of gold and I am immortal. Moreover, most importantly, ideas like Menon have a great help to my magic concept. The self-explosion of small fireballs is more or less leveraging the skill of magic control."

"That's it." Elford thought for a while and said, "Then go in one go. Menon is dead, and there should be a lot of information in his room. Even if you like this knowledge, go and receive it."

Roland stood up.

Elford thought for a while and said, "Menon also has a wife who looks pretty good. If you like it, please accept it and help take care of it. After all, it is a reward for your short staff."

Roland nodded, walked to the door, and he turned back suddenly because he found that there was a strong sense of 'malice' in Elford's words.

There is a kind of joke that the elders watch the younger generation grow up, or that they catch the younger generation and rush to the younger generation.

But Elford's face was obviously very serious.

Is it an illusion?

Roland left the room, asked the guards on the aisle, and soon arrived at the room where Menon lived.

Menon is very rich and he lives in a big room.

It's a top-notch suite.

As soon as Roland entered, he saw Menon's body in the middle of the living room, covered with white cloth.

Around this room, there were four black-robed soldiers, who were responsible for protecting Menon's body and family, and also for monitoring the property here, so as not to let the Mei family's wife take it away.

After all, You Menon has a lot of magic data research, which is at the confidential level.

On the bench next to him, a woman in black dress was sleeping, covering her face and crying in a low voice.

I can't see my face clearly, but my figure is quite good.

The four black-robed soldiers glanced at the woman from time to time, with a little obscure ** in their eyes.

After Roland came in, he immediately attracted the attention of four soldiers. One of them came up and asked, "Who is your lord?"

Those who wear magic robes in the Magic Association are all top-notch people, not those who are the little soldiers and soldiers who can offend them.

"Roland."

The soldier immediately lowered his head and said, "It turned out to be Lord Roland. You have finally come. The master who was promoted before said that everything here will be yours in the future. Now we can leave."

Roland shook his hands, took out several silver coins, stuffed them into the soldier's hand, and said, "Please help me take care of you. Be careful and take them to drink."

"Thank you, Master." The soldier smiled and bent over.

The other three soldiers also looked happy.

The three of them earned only one silver coin a month, so they got a few at once. Although they didn't get much after the split, they also had an extra income.

The four soldiers left with great gratitude and helped Roland close the door gently.

The master is generous, so he naturally has to have fun.

Playing with a wife next to the dead man's body is so powerful that he is worthy of being a big figure in the upper class.

Too good at playing.

All four soldiers admired it very much.

After the door was closed, the woman who was slumped on the bench sat up. She didn't dare to cry anymore, but just lowered her head and didn't dare to look at people.

Roland looked at the corpse in the living room, walked over, pulled the white cloth away, and Menon still had the same expression of death.

Sighing, Roland covered the white cloth.

Then he walked to the woman and said, "I am also very sad about Menon's death. I want to ask, besides your wife, what family or relatives do Menon have?"

"In Delonswa County, he has his family, his father and mother, two older brothers and a younger sister."

Roland thought for a while and said, "Then let it be. You can take away all the property in it, except for magical information, and go home. As for how to divide the property, that's your business."

At this time, the woman's face turned pale. She rushed to Roland, hugged Roland's legs with both hands, raised her head and cried in panic: "Sir, don't rush me back, otherwise I will die. Menon's father will make me a pottery figurine and buried me with the Mei family. Please, please, don't rush me back."

Roland was stunned: "What's going on?"

The woman immediately told the whole story.

The Francis Kingdom has a very large territory, with a scary heat in the south and a cold winter in the north.

To the west is the Desert Kingdom, and to the east is the Green Sea Islands.

With such a large territory, the customs between counties are different.

There is a custom in Delongwa County where Menon is located. If the wife does not leave children when her husband dies, then she is an unqualified wife. She must be buried with her husband and continue to give birth to children in hell.

Of course, this custom is not absolute. If the wife is quite powerful or the mother's family is quite powerful, she can avoid death.

And this woman is the daughter of a businessman.

There is no energy.

Menon is dead and has no children. If someone with insufficient identity accepts her, she will undoubtedly die.

Even if you escape, it is useless.

The Meinong family is also a powerful aristocratic family. As long as they are willing and do not escape from the Kingdom of Francis, there is always a way to find her.

After all, some magic can be used to find people, such as the small wishing technique.

In other words, this woman's sadness is half for her husband and half for herself.

When her husband dies, she can hardly survive.

"Beatries, right?" Roland thought for a while and said, "I can protect you for a while, and even take you to Holeven to live again. Are you willing?"

Beatrice nodded vigorously.

"Then you can take a look at Menon's funeral." Roland looked at the corpse next to him and said, "I'll take a look at the magic information here."

"Okay." Beatres pointed to the room on the right: "That is Menon's study, and all his information is in it."

Roland took a breath and walked into the study.

This room is quite large. Although it is far less than Stefanie's underground library, it also has more than a dozen bookshelfs.

There are many handwritten books on it. Roland read a few of them casually and found that the handwriting was the same.

This shows that it is the work of the same person, and it should be Menon's.

Roland threw all these books into his system backpack and almost stuffed his backpack.

Then he took the handwritten copy and looked it, and when he saw it, he became fascinated.

Menon loves to do research, so his experience is quite informative.

If the magician's experience collected by the eldest son-in-law is a good "commodity", then these books are excellent "research materials", and experts will easily fascinate them at a glance.

That's what Roland is.

He observed one word at a time, for fear that one word would be missed.

Forgot time, forget about hunger.

It was not until Beatrice, who was too hungry to bear it, knocked in and gently pulled Roland's sleeve to wake him up from the content of the book.

"Well, ah!" Roland looked around and found that the scenery outside the window was a little dim, so he said, "It turned out to be late."

"No, it's already the next morning." Beatrice, whose eyes were red, said timidly: "You haven't moved all night."

"One night, why didn't I notice it was dark..."
To be continued...