Chapter 513 - This Seems to be a Trap (1/2)

They arrived at Alfred’s room, which had a much better environment compared to Roland’s little suite.

The area was much larger, the lighting was also better, and most importantly, the interior was quite luxurious at a glance.

Alfred let Roland sit on a white animal skin iron deck chair, seating himself at the host’s seat, then with a slightly teasing tone, he asked, “How does it feel to be accused wrongly and framed?”

“Not bad,” Roland said in a normal tone. “It’s not like I haven’t encountered something like this before.”

When he first joined a company, he took the blame for his boss a few times.

That was when he felt truly depressed, as he couldn’t do anything at all. If he didn’t take the blame, he would have to resign.

The difference here was that the player was immortal and Roland was not without the power to resist.

He was only cooperating with the black-robed soldiers because of the Red Magic Tower; after all, he was currently a student of the Red Magic Tower.

If he truly felt malice, he would surely resist.

Looking at Roland’s calm demeanor, Alfred nodded with satisfaction. “You should also understand by now that as long as you have the power, you wouldn’t be afraid of such despicable things, or at least have the ability to seek a solution to the problem. That is, not having to be instantly killed like Menon, or sitting around waiting for something to happen like a helpless commoner.”

Roland nodded.

Indeed.

In a peaceful world, someone like Menon would be a talent indeed.

But this world was too dangerous. Even in Fareins’ a.s.sociation of Mages, which was already considered extremely safe, he had been a.s.sa.s.sinated. Seeing that Roland had digested his words, Alfred said with satisfaction, “So, you should focus more on battle spells, create fewer spell models of spells like the oil-making spell, the water-making spell, and ideas similar to Menon’s and more spells like the blue fireball.”

Roland thought about it and said, “But I’m a Golden Son, immortal to begin with, and most importantly, ideas similar to Menon’s have helped me a lot with my magic concepts. Self-Destructing Inferior Fireball more or less draws on techniques of subtle magic control.”

“I see.” After some thought, Alfred said, “Then progress in both concurrently. Menon is dead, and there should be plenty of information in his room, and if you like that knowledge, go ahead and take it.”

Roland stood up.

Alfred thought for a moment and said, “Menon has a wife who is not bad-looking, so if you like, take her in as well to help take care of her. After all, it’s a way of repaying the favor for taking his things.”

Roland nodded, and when he reached the door, he turned back abruptly, because he realized that Alfred’s words had a strong “malice” in them.

It was like a teasing remark when a senior watched their junior grow up, or caught their junior jer*ing off.

But Alfred’s expression was quite serious.

Was it his imagination?

Roland left the room, inquired the guards on the sidewalk, and soon came to the room where Menon was staying. Menon was rich and the room he lived in was huge.

It was a first-cla.s.s suite.

As soon as Roland entered, he saw Menon’s body in the middle of the living room, already covered with a white cloth.

Surrounding the suite were four other black-robed soldiers, who were responsible for protecting Menon’s body and family, as well as monitoring the property here to keep Menon’s wife from taking it away.

After all, Menon had a lot of magic research data that was cla.s.sified.

A woman in a black dress was slumped against a bench on the side, covering her face and sobbing quietly.

Her face couldn’t be seen, but her figure was attractive.

The eyes of the four black-robed soldiers swept over the woman from time to time with some subtle l.u.s.t in their eyes.

When Roland entered, he immediately caught the attention of four soldiers, one of whom greeted him and asked, “May I ask who you are, sir?”

p.a.w.ns like them couldn’t afford to offend those who wore magic robes in the a.s.sociation of Mages and were all from the upper-cla.s.s.

“Roland.”

The soldier immediately bowed his head and said, “So it’s Mr. Roland, you’ve finally come. The previous lord instructed that everything here from now on is yours. We can leave now.”

Roland shook his hand, took out several silver coins, shoved them into this soldier’s hand, and said, “Thanks for looking after this place —it’s a small token of appreciation, take it for a drink.”

“Thank you, my lord.” The soldier beamed with joy and bowed repeatedly.

The other three soldiers also looked delighted.

The three of them had only one silver coin each for a month’s salary, and now they suddenly received several coins, and although it wasn’t much after they split it, it was still extra income.

The four soldiers left with profuse grat.i.tude and even closed the door gently for Roland on their way out.

The lord was so generous, so they naturally had to let him have some fun.

Playing with a man’s wife beside a corpse was quite an impressive thing to do, as expected of the high society.

They truly knew how to have fun. All four soldiers were impressed.

When the door closed, the woman slumped on the bench and sat up. She didn’t dare cry anymore. She just hung her head and didn’t dare look at anyone. Roland looked at the corpse in the living room and walked over to it, pulling off the white cloth. Menon still had the same look of regret on his face.

With a sigh, Roland covered the body with the white cloth.

Then he walked up to the woman and said, “I am also grieved by Menon’s death. I would like to ask if Menon has any family or relatives other than you, his wife.”

“He has family in Delonwa County, his father and mother, and two brothers and a sister.”

Roland thought about it and said, “How about this, you can take all the possessions in here, except for the magic resources, and go home. As for how the possessions are divided, that’s your business.”