Chapter 152 - Dirty Politics (1/2)
Looking at the helpless look on Roland’s face, the n.o.bles on the other side were all smiling.
It didn’t affect their opinion of Roland; after all, the other Golden Sons acted in a manner befitting their status as brutes and a priest who dedicated his piety to G.o.d. They weren’t very smart, but wasn’t that normal?
Therefore, the person they valued the most and were most apprehensive about was still Roland.
This young mage clearly looked to be at the Elite level, but in reality, he might be an Archmage.
The old woman’s name was Caroline. She looked at Roland and said in a slow tone characteristic of old people, “Indeed, we are all distant relatives of the John family, so what do you have in mind, Your Excellency?”.
“If you’re all related, I’m just curious as to why you can sit down and talk to us peacefully instead of planning to avenge the mayor?”
Not only was Roland curious about this question, Hawk and the others were also quite curious.
“Because it was John Senior who made the first move, and besides, you didn’t kill every last one of them. The John family is still currently the leaders.h.i.+p of the city. They just lost a single person and some benefits.”
So that’s it… as long as the inheritance of the John family’s bloodline isn’t at risk, is anything negotiable?
In fact, this was the reason why the incident at the city of Mory didn’t cause too much of a ripple in the n.o.ble cla.s.s.
Everyone’s hands were unclean, not to mention the fact that Bettel, the mayor of Mory, was a brutal man who had seduced a female Golden Son and actually threw her to her death from the third floor when he was done playing with her!
Anyone else who had enough power in this matter would not have spared him easily.
And the Golden Sons just happened to have the power.
They had killed John Senior and almost all his soldiers, but they still hadn’t eliminated John Senior’s bloodline.
Even after all this… the position of mayor was now in John Junior’s hands.
This kind of restraint was extremely in line with the characteristics of the great n.o.ble cla.s.s that fought without breaking.
Everyone could fight for their interests, and some of their descendants could die, but they must never go to the extremes and strip someone’s t.i.tle, or their lords.h.i.+p.
If someone dared to do so, he would definitely be ostracized by the other n.o.bles. Then next time, his entire family would be killed, and no one would speak up for him.
Looking at Roland’s expression of realization, the old woman smiled and said, “Next, we can talk about interesting things. For example… the few mines outside the city, what are you going to do with them? If it’s not convenient for you to manage it, we, the Gawain Family, can do it on your behalf, as long as you’re willing to pay us some management fees.”
Roland laughed lightly and said, “We are not in a hurry to discuss this matter first, there is a more important matter at hand.”
The n.o.bles were somewhat surprised, and the old woman looked a little puzzled and said, “Your Excellency, please speak.”
“How about letting us have the position of sheriff?” Roland smiled and said, “I don’t care who the current inc.u.mbent is, but this position, we Golden Sons must have it.”
“Why?” The old woman shook her head, expressing her puzzlement.
“We have our own reasons, which we’re not at liberty to say.”
The five people across the room began to mutter amongst themselves, even giving each other glances.
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Roland continued to add fuel to the fire and said, “We are determined to get this position, and for that, we can accordingly give up some other benefits.”
The five people on the other side were astonished, and the old woman used her blue fan to cover her mouth. Her eyebrows quirked as she said, “How much interest can be conceded?”
“For example… the mines, we can give up
one!”