Chapter 103 - Pitiful Mages (2/2)

Aldo finally laughed at Roland’s antics, but he still looked miserable. “I’ll always be blacklisted at the headquarters, and it’s almost impossible to find a female mage of similar strength now. I had given up and was going to die with a bunch of ordinary women or adopt a son. I just never imagined that there would be a woman who was pregnant with my blood. I never even imagined that the Magic G.o.ddess would give me hope and then take it away from me.”

Roland felt curious. “Didn’t the woman who was pregnant with your blood tell you that she was pregnant? By six months’ time, she should have a slight b.u.mp on her belly, and no matter how dull she is, she should have realized that she was pregnant.”

“She didn’t dare.” Aldo smiled bitterly. “Because we mages are more mysterious in the eyes of normal people, and also lofty. I never mentioned the matter of offspring, so they didn’t dare to expect anything. And she was afraid that if she, a slave, conceived my child, it would be aborted as a b.a.s.t.a.r.d who should not have been born. So she had been constantly enduring it. She planned to wait another half a month, to save more money, then sneak away and have the baby.”

“It seems quite reasonable for her to consider things like this.” Roland sighed. “Why did she have a miscarriage?”

“She went to the foot of the mountain to draw water, and when she carried it halfway up the mountain, her foot slipped and she rolled down—although she rolled less than 20 meters, her stomach hit a stone.”

Roland sighed again. At first, he thought he could hear some imperial-harem drama.

“I was just a little way up there, and when I saw her roll down, I went down to help her up, but I saw a lot of blood coming from her lower body. And she grabbed onto my pants, and no longer tried to conceal it, crying for me to save her baby—my baby.”

Aldo put his right hand to his forehead and inhaled painfully. “But I only know offensive spells, and some enhancement spells. I don’t know about healing spells. I frantically sent people back to the city to get the priest from the Church of Life, but it was too far away and the child was gone.”

His voice was of pain and remorse, and he had that haggard look across his face.

Roland could vaguely feel how much Aldo was suffering.

Aldo continued, “Even though she doesn’t have any children, I decided to let her get well—she could conceive my baby once, so there might be a second time.’

Roland thought Aldo was right about that.

“I’m not in the mood to manage the Magic Tower right now.” Aldo walked to the head of the stairs, looked at Roland, and pleaded, “So you’ll be in charge of the operation of the Magic Tower for a long time.”

“I’ve still got those same words: you’re that rea.s.sured about me?”

“If you were going to abscond with the Magic Tower’s resources, you would have done so long ago. There’s no need to wait for me to return.”

With that said, Aldo left.

After a while, Vivian came up with some drinks and cakes in her hands. She placed the plate on the table and then said, “The Chairman is a little pitiful.”

Roland asked, “You heard all of it?”

“You guys didn’t try to keep your voices down. We all heard.” Vivian sighed. “I’ve heard about the Chairman’s past. He’s got it a lot harder than what Deputy Chairman images. Especially the two years after his woman betrayed him, the Chairman was almost broken.”

“How did he bear through it?”

“He seemed to have come to accept it,” Vivian said simply.