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Old John finally understood why his son used adjectives such as ¡®treacherous¡¯ and ¡®slick¡¯ when evaluating the four golden sons in the city, with obvious emotional tendencies.
These sons of gold are no worse than their nobles in saying one thing and doing another.
"Since Mr. Roland asked for it, I'll tell you the truth." Old John glanced at the other three people and found that although they were feasting, their attention was still on him, so he smiled and continued. : "About the new dock, I must let some people in. I wonder what you four think?"
"Is it certain?" Roland asked.
Hawke and Link also put down their knives and forks.
"Definitely!" Old John nodded heavily and said: "This is the territory of my John family. Anyone who builds anything on this land must obtain the consent of our family. You built it privately without asking us. Yes, this is not good. According to the laws of the kingdom, you will be imprisoned for three months and all your property will be confiscated."
Roland wasn¡¯t nervous at all, and Hawke and Link were even smiling.
"So, after we finish this delicious meal, we will have to go to jail?" Roland asked.
A breeze blew, and the candles in the four corners of the banquet hall began to sway. The shadows around the people in the center were twisted and elongated, like carnival ghosts.
When the breeze passed by for a moment, the distorted shadow gradually became normal again.
Old John laughed and said: "How is it possible? We are all people who understand common sense and understand the general principles. We would never make things so stiff."
Roland glanced at Hawke, who started eating again.
This was the signal they had agreed upon before. Negotiations would continue to be left to Roland, and the bottom line would remain unchanged.
Roland's eyes returned to Old John, and he said quietly: "Yes, I believe you, Old City Lord, are a sensible person. Hawke worked hard to build the dock and helped Delbon City solve hundreds of problems. Even for the employment and housing of thousands of beggars and refugees, we will have to pay a lot of taxes in the future. There is hard work without credit, so the city lord won¡¯t reward it?¡±
The city lord's smile gradually solidified, and he looked at Roland.
Roland was still smiling and looking at him.
The old city lord¡¯s momentum is getting stronger and stronger.
But Roland still looked indifferent.
After a while, the city lord stood up and said, "I'm a little sleepy. Son, help me entertain these four lords for a while."
Little John nodded expressionlessly.
There was silence in the banquet hall, no one spoke, there was only the sound of Roland and the other four eating.
About ten minutes later, Roland found an excuse and left the castle, followed by Hawke and others.
Little John didn¡¯t see him off.
After walking out of the castle, Roland snorted as he watched the suspension bridge at the back retract at a very fast speed, then turned to Hawke and said, "Be careful, it seems Old John is going to attack us."
Jeter said from the side: "Why didn't you try to deal with it just now?"
"It can't be dealt with." Roland shook his head: "The other party is forcing us to express our position, which will inevitably exceed Hawke's bottom line. If we don't unite together this time, he can find a breakthrough to knock us all down."
"We are immortal, why are we afraid of him?" Jett was a little unconvinced.
"We can be resurrected, but if we defeat them all, he can kill us back to level zero." Roland explained: "Although we are good in strength, we still have too few people. He has an elite army under his command, and it is not Huo Huo. He is the kind of private soldier of a small noble that Ke dealt with before, and he is also a professional himself. We have little chance of winning, and we are even less likely to be opponents after we separate. It took us half a year to barely reach level 5, how many half years do we have in our lives?"
Jett clicked his tongue: "You can't tell. He looks like a warrior and barbarian, but he is unexpectedly cunning."
Roland turned to look at Hawke: "How many days will it take for your Silver Wings Guild to assemble here?"
"The first batch of people will arrive in five days."
"Then it'll be fine if we last for five days." Roland thought for a while and said, "It's best for the four of us to stay together recently and gather at the dock. I'll go to the Magic Tower to explain some things first and I'll be there later. "
¡°Then I¡¯ll go back to the Temple of Life to tidy up first.¡±
Then the four of them dispersed for the time being. Roland returned to the Magic Tower, rang the golden bell, gathered everyone together, and said: "??I will go to the dock outside the city to stay for a while in the next few days. Vivian, later you invite Aldo to the Magic Tower to sit in charge. Remember, just say it is my request. If he does not agree, then I will The things you promised him don't count. "
The magic apprentices were stunned for a moment, and then they all started shouting.
"Vice President, don't drive us away from you. Anyone who can't get along with you is the one who can't get along with our Magic Tower. Who else is our Magic Tower afraid of?"
"That's right, Vice President, don't leave. Let's fight together if something happens. Although our families are all small aristocratic families, we can still be famous together."
Vivian said: "Vice President, every time something happens, you leave us alone. We are very unhappy like this."
The two newest little guys are a little at a loss.
Roland smiled and said: "There is no way, you are not living up to expectations! If all of you are official mages, I will not leave."
After hearing this, a group of magic apprentices all had scornful expressions on their faces. Although Roland's words were unpleasant, they did not feel any offended.
After all, they really did not live up to expectations.
Roland looked at Vivian: "I trust you the most. Remember, you must tell the president exactly what I just said. Do you understand?"
Roland¡¯s expression was solemn, and Vivian had no choice but to nod.
Not long after, Roland came out of the magic tower and went directly to the dock outside the city.
Rules like curfew do not exist for spellcasters like them. Moreover, the general guarding the city seemed to have not received the news from the city lord, so he released Roland from the city without any hesitation, and Jett also walked out of the city.
In the tallest and largest wooden square tower-shaped building on the pier, a black iron basin contains charcoal that glows red, and a larger wooden basin filled with clean water holds the iron basin in it.
Burning a fire in a wooden house is a very necessary fire prevention measure.
On the charcoal basin, there is a pot with various ingredients tumbling in it.
The aroma of the hot pot soup base fills the air.
Roland, Hawke, Link, and Jet were each sitting in a different position, chatting, and the four of them were busy browsing the forum.
After swiping, Link suddenly laughed: "Hahaha, Roland is a sand sculpture."
This sudden curse almost broke everyone's waist.
Link¡¯s eyebrows rolled, he covered his mouth and chuckled: ¡°In the picture section, there is a highlight post, take a look for yourself.¡±
Roland clicked in and quickly found the post, and sure enough he found it!
It is indeed a Roland sand sculpture.
A statue made of sand. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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