Chapter 174 - Blades Out (1/2)

Roland was not much of a leader. He was not very interested in the daily lives and futures of the people in Delpon.

Although he had only been a Mage for half a year, he had contracted the occupational diseases of Mages.

For example, he didn’t like managing things, and he didn’t like socializing.

Was partying, hunting, dating, or other social activities half as enjoyable as magic models?

Were girls as beautiful as the patterns of magic?

They were nothing worth mentioning.

The only people he thought to be important were the players he knew and the magic apprentices in his Magic Tower.

Among them, Vivian was the closest to him, so whoever asked Vivian to forward the request must be related to her family.

For Vivian’s sake, Roland had to meet those people in any case.

Following Vivian, Roland came to another manor that was not far away from his own.

He was welcomed by the butler with flawless manners. Then, he met the person who invited him on the balcony on the second floor.

She was an old woman that Roland met before, and her name was Christine.

She offered Roland a seat and asked the servants to serve cakes and beverages. Then she said with a smile, “It’s not easy to invite you, Mr. Roland. I wouldn’t get to see you if Vivian weren’t my remote relative.”

Roland chuckled and said, “I don’t think so. Whenever you want to see me, madam, you can just let someone inform me.”

“Try the flower water. I’m told that elves like to drink that.” Christine pointed her wrinkled finger at the cup before Roland.

Roland tried it and said, “It tastes not bad at all.”

Christine said with a smile, “I know that time is precious for Mages, so I’ll cut to the chase. I want to know what the Golden Sons are up to exactly.”

Huh? Roland stared at Christine, with obvious confusion in his eyes.

“The sheriff named Link has been clearing the streets and ensuring the safety of the neighborhoods, which is reasonable.” The old woman turned grave. “But he began to intervene in many other matters.”

Roland had another mouthful of the tea. It did taste good, but he found it odd that they called it “flower water.” He asked, “What is he meddling in?”

“Not any particular trade. It’s just that he’s going so far in ensuring street safety that he practically can’t tell right from wrong now.”

Roland smiled and said, “That’s impossible. I know a thing or two about Link. He won’t wrong anybody.”

The old woman stared at Roland without blinking.

Roland looked back at her with a smile.

After a long time, Christine said slowly, “You too think that Link is doing the right thing?”