Chapter 118 - A Certain Player is About to Make Waves (1/2)

Roland knew very well that Claus’s death would cause a certain reaction in Delpon City.

But he was wrong. It wasn’t a certain reaction, but a huge reaction. To some extent, it was even more unbelievable than Hawk and Link’s feat.

The reason was simple. Even though Claus was only a magic apprentice, he was still young with a high chance of becoming an official Mage in the future.

Secondly, Claus was also a member of the Magic Tower. No matter what, he was Roland’s subordinate and, especially now that Aldo obviously didn’t want to manage matters himself, he was a de facto administrator of the Tower.

Moreover, Claus, who was also good at interacting with outside factions, was considered a capable person. He should have been well-liked by Roland.

But to everyone’s surprise, Roland had actually killed Claus himself.

Just because Claus had killed over a dozen lowly girls?

Almost everyone who had some power felt that Roland was crazy.

A promising future spellcaster, his right-hand man, had been frozen into an ice sculpture just because he had killed several cheap female peasants. There was no mercy.

Such a decisive execution made all the n.o.bles feel chilled.

They could understand the madness of Hawk and Link. After all, they were killing outsiders.

It was the first time they had seen someone like Roland take action on a promising subordinate.

Sick!

John shared the same sentiments. He slammed the table in his study and, with a whoosh, he said in extreme exasperation, “I was wondering why beggars kept wandering outside my door a few months ago. So that punk was suspecting me. Dogsh*t, isn’t he looking down on me? Am I the kind of person who would harbor designs on ugly peasant girls?”

In front of him, John’s sister laughed as she rolled on the bench.

John was a proud person. He felt that it was needless to say that girls that deserved him were beautiful. They had to be n.o.ble as well. Just touching a lowly commoner made him feel like he was tainting his family’s honor.

The girl who had finally stopped laughing straightened her body and said, “I think that the Golden Sons are quite interesting. They don’t seem to treat us as n.o.bles. I’ve interacted with that Betta a few times, and I have a strange feeling. You can call him proud, but he’s able to have a good time with the peasants. But if you don’t call him proud, he shows no fear when speaking to me. He even dares mock my style of dressing.”

“I also think that your outfit doesn’t look good,” John said helplessly. “Who wears a black long-sleeved gown matched with light green clothes underneath? It looks strange.”

“As long as I like it, it’s fine. It’s not like you’re the one wearing it.”

“All right, as you wish.” John faced his sister with an exasperated att.i.tude. “Are you really going to the capital?”

“Right. I plan on visiting the Aristotle family. After all, Joanna and I arranged this half a year ago.”

John looked out of the window and said casually, “It’s good to establish connections with the Aristotles. Their devil-training skills are very good. If we can get some magical knowledge from them, we’ll make a killing.”

“It’s difficult.”

“Yes, it’s very difficult.” John let out a long sigh. “Betta seems to have gone to the capital too.”

“How do you know?” the girl unconsciously asked.

When she saw her brother’s strange gaze, she immediately covered her face in embarra.s.sment.

So that’s the case!

d.a.m.n it, these Golden Sons are really annoying. They either steal my limelight or view me as though I’m a perverted beggar that can’t be a chooser. Now, they are even stealing my cute baby sister.

He even thought of the Golden Son named Betta appearing in front of him after half a year or so with his sister in his arms. With an annoying expression, he would say, “Your sister tastes like a donut.”