Chapter 121 - Decision (1/2)

The mayor of Delpon, John Senior, though only an earl, was a powerful lord with estates and military powers, and his actual status was so high that it made John Junior, his successor, also have a very high status.

The son relies on the father’s prosperity. This was quite normal!

Even when John went to the capital, he was the kind of man who was more conspicuous and talkative. Even members of the so-called royal family, who had no real power, had to speak politely to him.

However, there were four Golden Sons opposite him, and none of them cared to give him any respect.

He felt aggrieved, but he dared not get angry.

His father had taken most of the soldiers, and now there were too few armed forces in Delpon to trap the four Golden Sons.

The problem was… even if there were a large number of soldiers, was it really suitable to hold a grudge against a group of undying people?

He sighed helplessly again. “Can the John family really not be brought in on the business on the docks?”

Hawk shook his head. He had spent months and a lot of money and effort to build and lay the foundations of a company with a modern concept. How could he let anyone come in and pick the fruits of his labor?

“I see.” Looking into Hawk’s determined eyes, John dropped his pestering. He said, “Let’s talk about the second matter, then.”

The four looked at him.

John reclined in his chair and said, “If the four of you would be interested in serving under us John’s, I’ll provide you guys at least one knighthood, quasi-n.o.ble status.”

The four of them looked at each other with surprise in their eyes.

They’d been in this game for nearly half a year, and they already knew a lot of the common customs here.

For example, there were also differences in the status of the quasi-n.o.bles.

The quasi-n.o.ble status acquired by merchants through donations was almost impossible to progress any further. Their children and grandchildren would all be merchants with quasi-n.o.ble status.

However, the quasi-n.o.ble under the t.i.tle of a knight was different. This was a n.o.ble rank belonging to the military, one that could progress upwards as long as enough credit was obtained.

Moreover, quasi-n.o.ble knights could also gain a very small estate as their own territory and train hundreds of private soldiers as their own defensive force.

In other words, the quasi-n.o.ble knight essentially had one foot in the n.o.ble cla.s.s.

Only the n.o.bles with the t.i.tle of earl or above were qualified to confer knighthood, and this conferment was limited.

After all, each knight would share some of their master’s territory, so it was impossible to confer too many t.i.tles.

Now when John opened his mouth, he gave four quotas, which was generous indeed.

The surprise of Roland and others was not because of how good they thought the offer was, but that John’s offer was indeed a bit grand. John proved himself worthy of being the heir of a city. The offer was very tempting.

An ordinary professional would definitely have been thrilled to drop down on one knee and claim him as their master. It was a pity that the Golden Sons were all lofty. They remained completely unmoved.

Roland took the initiative to speak. “Sorry, we have no intention of finding a master for ourselves at the moment.”

The other three also smiled in response.

John noticed Roland’s expression was quite determined. Although he was a little upset, he still smiled radiantly and said, “Forget it. Let’s enjoy the food first.”

Then he clapped his hands, and a band of musicians came out and began to play a slow, sweet tune nearby.

The atmosphere was good, but only John knew how unhappy he was.

About two hours later, Roland and his companions came out of the castle.

“We refused John,” Hawk said as he walked, “so he’ll definitely join up with the other n.o.bles to suppress us. Be careful.”

“He would certainly not dare to use military force, but cheap shots are inevitable. Everyone, just be careful but don’t worry too much. We can start all over again. It doesn’t matter how many times we fail. It’s different for him—it’s over if he fails once.”

The other three chuckled with pride and pleasure.

The four of them parted at an intersection. Roland was about to return to the Magic Tower when he suddenly saw a system notification flas.h.i.+ng incessantly. Someone in the guild used @ on him.

He opened the guild chat interface and saw that It was Schuck who was messaging him madly.

“Things are serious, go see for yourself on the forums.”

This message was sent a dozen times.

Roland replied, “Got it,” and then opened the forums. In the general discussion area, he found a lot of threads related to him. In the system notification on the forum, there were countless people using @ on him.

He clicked on a popular thread and found that it was his previous “cross-world translation” that had been made into an ill.u.s.tration and posted to various online forums and Weibo.

Then, the entire domestic Internet world exploded, and even in the middle of the night, there were a large number of non-cultivating netizens scanning forums and Weibo.

Originally, the World of Falan had already been under national attention.

In the virtual but realistic world, the time ratio of 1:3 was equivalent to having one more life.