Chapter 451 - Roland“s Oil-Making Spell (1/2)

After a day, the Cornucopia’s robbery was heatedly discussed on the forum.

Charles was a minor celebrity on the forum. After all, the Cornucopia was a huge business and recently dominated the material market. It was one of the successful guilds in the eyes of most players.

Therefore, many players were filled with indignity after the Cornucopia was attacked, but a couple of days later, they discovered, to their surprise, that none of them received any quests to help the Cornucopia.

That was highly unusual.

By logic, a help quest should’ve been triggered since the Cornucopia lost so many magic materials, but none received any quests about the Cornucopia.

This made the players on the forum feel that there might be other factors behind the incident.

Roland also saw the discussion on this matter on the forum, but he didn’t pay much attention to it.

Antis was probably behind this.

It was true that the privateering license was against the hostile foreign merchants, not the businessmen within the country.

But the problem was that n.o.body seemed to regard the Golden Sons as their compatriots.

Even the Church of Life never considered the Golden Sons, who were resurrected in their temples, as their own kind.

The players who were hired by the NPCs were nothing more than employees. They were never considered to be part of the community.

Therefore, it was not surprising that the privateering license worked on the Cornucopia.

More importantly, the Cornucopia made a lot of forces hate them for maliciously monopolizing magic materials, and this organization happened to be weak.

Those players were only level two on average two years after the game was launched. It was not hard to imagine how they hated leveling and how crazy they were about money-making.

They were a weak but wealthy force, so it was only natural that they were robbed.

n.o.body robbed them previously because of the possible revenge of the Golden Sons, but since many Golden Sons sided with the n.o.bles and the royal family and led the charge in the robbery, others naturally followed them.

After all, if anything happened, they had Golden Sons on their side too.

On the other hand, with the parchment where the oil-making spell was written, Roland traveled to the capital through Long-Distance Teleportation again.

Then, he ran into Antis who was watching over the city gate as usual.

He curled his finger at Roland and led him to the windowless room behind the city gate.

“Your method worked well.” Antis wasted no time in small talk and simply smiled. “With the privateering licenses, the Golden Sons who took our side had the courage to attack the outrageous Golden Sons. Do you have certain unspoken rules that you abide by?”

The rules of the system… That was very normal.

Roland slightly nodded and then asked back, “What’s your opinion on the Golden Sons who have taken your side?”

“Very useful.” Antis put on a happy smile. “As long as we give them a mission, or tell them their responsibilities in detail, they will do a marvelous job. I’m even starting to think that you guys are too obsessed with order.”

Roland raised his eyebrow. “Why don’t you give me an example?”

“The capital is very large. We’ve appointed many sheriffs who are responsible for different precincts.” Antis narrowed his eyes like a cunning fox. “One of those sheriffs is a Golden Son. Only four months after he accepted the job, he already trained his subordinates well and made his precinct safe enough to walk in the middle of the night. He even solved a crime from years ago. I couldn’t have done a job as great as him.”

“That does not seem very remarkable.” Roland shook his head.

In Delpon, Link and Vincent did their jobs as well as this Golden Son sheriff.

“You may be too used to this to feel surprised.” Antis clicked his tongue. “But it’s almost a miracle in our eyes.”

Fine… People living in a different world tended to think differently.

Antis continued, “Why don’t you join the royal family as a Mage in the king’s service?”

Stunned, Roland shook his head. “Can the king still tolerate me?”

“Is that a surprise? He never put you on the wanted list after the queen spent such a long time with you.” Antis thought and said, “Besides, if you come to the royal family, the queen will return with you. In such a way, the royal family will gain their face back, the queen won’t be forced to do anything, and you will have power. Wouldn’t it be a… win-win? That’s you Golden Sons’ favorite phrase.”

“Forget it.” Roland shook his head. “You really never stop trying to pull me into the royal family.”

“A real talent is popular everywhere.”

Antis heaved a sigh and said after a moment of thought, “Is there any way for us to deal with the Golden Sons apart from the privateering license?”

Roland rolled his eyes at him. “Do you really expect me to ramble again?”

“Tsk. You’re not a good friend,” Antis murmured. “Will you drink with me when you’re done with your business?”

“It depends,” Roland said casually and left the room.

In the capital, Roland soon came to the temple of the Church of Magic.

The G.o.ddess of Magic had her temple too, but too few people wors.h.i.+ped her. After all, Mages were rare, and many Mages proudly thought that they could become G.o.ds too, so the G.o.ddess of Magic had few believers.

Therefore, the temple of the Church of Magic was often set up in the capitals of the countries for symbolic purposes only.

The temple gate was open. Roland walked in, only to see that a senior Mage was reading a book carefully behind a ritual table under the enormous statue of the G.o.ddess of Magic.