Chapter 520 - If You Dont Have a Chance, Create One (1/2)
Chapter 520 If You Don’t Have a Chance, Create One
This certainly was an important clue.
There weren’t more people, but there was double the consumption, and many maidservants were missing. There was obviously something fishy going on.
Amazing, as expected of a professional.
Roland was quite impressed. He and Schuck had scurried around for half a day, and even the angel Nia had come, but their search for the enemy was still aimless, like they were headless flies buzzing around randomly.
Did this mean that all three of them were stupid?
Of course not, everyone had their specialties.
Roland played with magic. Schuck was highly charismatic and, as a Saint Samurai, would obviously be a leader in the future.
As for Nia, an angel who has lived in the divine realm for a long time, it would be strange if she knew of these human knacks.
Exposing them to an unfamiliar line of work and with no one to teach them, of course they would end up doing twice the work for half the result.
The hidden p.a.w.ns who were quite capable but were at the bottom of the social ladder were best suited for intelligence work.
“It’s a pity that the First Princess didn’t take you seriously.” Roland sighed. “It’s obvious that you’re all good at what you do.”
The red-bearded dwarf took another sip of wine. “Those high and mighty n.o.bles don’t care about insignificant people like us.”
Wilmot shook his head and laughed helplessly, then took another sip of fruit wine, his expression full of bitterness.
“Take it.” Roland handed Red Beard a small bag of gold coins. “Here are the operating funds.”
Wilmot thought Roland had given him a bag of silver coins. After he took it, he subconsciously tossed it, and then he froze.
As a dwarf, Wilmot had a strong intuition, which was a racial talent, about metals. Dwarfs could even know what kind of ore they had dug up, and even the purity of the ore, just by hearing the sound of the pickaxe striking the ore.
This was why when he tossed the bag and heard the jingle of the coins, it was immediately clear to him.
There were twenty gold coins!
“That’s too much.” The dwarf jumped up in excitement, his little feet bouncing nine meters high. “This is gold, not silver. Did you give me the wrong bag?”
He looked like he had never seen money before.
These hidden p.a.w.ns… were originally all criminals, but in reality, they were all the kind that had grievances. Stephanie “vindicated” them, then gathered them up and threw them aside and left them alone. She also didn’t fund any operations for them. Because as far as Stephanie was concerned, the fact that these people could get away with being criminals was already a gift she bestowed upon them. They should work for her and not think about asking for money, but instead earn it themselves. Only when they needed to fight for their lives would Stephanie consider giving them money. When Roland saw the dwarf’s excited expression, he laughed and said, “Take it, there are thirty-one of you after all… but I remember you said before that there were only a dozen of you.”
Wilmot was embarra.s.sed and said, “Those are the members we recruited on our own, they are all poor, please excuse me.”
“That’s because you guys don’t want to use your abilities to make money in a crooked way.”
When these people were eating and drinking wildly in the private booth, Roland could see that they were all poor people who did not have enough to eat.
Otherwise, they wouldn’t be drinking like starving ghosts that had reincarnated.
It was no wonder that these people, who were all quite capable, lived such shabby lives.
The dwarf was stunned, for Roland’s words had touched his heart.
Indeed, every one of them had some ability, not great, but not bad either.
But why didn’t they use this skill to earn a living?
The old hunchback, for example, was clearly a highly-skilled thief, but he still chose to watch the door for commoners, making a little money that could barely fill his stomach and keep him from starving to death.
In reality, if the old hunchback wanted to, he could make a lot of money.
Every hidden p.a.w.n had lived a miserable life, and the reason for their misery had a lot to do with their abilities. Therefore, the hidden p.a.w.ns were not very interested in using their abilities to make money.
Unless they could find someone to shelter them.
The First Princess was their common choice, except that she was willing to help them get away with their crimes, but wasn’t willing to use them.
This made them feel helpless and even a little lost.
And now, the right to use the hidden p.a.w.ns fell into Roland’s hands.
A Mage who was generous, patient, and seemed to understand the suffering of commoners.
It would probably be good to follow such a master.
At least he could shelter them.
It would also allow them to use their abilities.
Excited for a while, the dwarf held the money bag in one hand before he said, “How nice it would be if you were the husband of the First Princess.”
Wilmot knew very well that Roland only had the power to use the hidden p.a.w.ns for the time being, and sooner or later they would return to the side of the First Princess. But if Roland was the First Princess’s husband, it would be different, and they would be able to work for him with no mental barriers.
Serving her husband was the same as serving her.
Roland smiled and waved his hand. “The First Princess doesn’t like a little Mage from a remote country like me.”
The dwarf observed Roland’s expression for a moment, shrugged his shoulders, and laughed lightly. “It’s you who despises her, isn’t it? The pride of a famed Mage is much more severe than that of a n.o.ble.”
Roland was rather puzzled.
He didn’t understand how the other party had come to this conclusion.
Tying the money bag to his belt, the red-bearded dwarf wiped his mouth and quickly became sober.
Dwarves didn’t get drunk; they only got drunk because they felt the need to get drunk sometimes.
They could express their emotions through the false impression of being drunk.
Happiness, disappointment, joy, inspiration, sadness, and so on.