Chapter 534 - Magic Bri… Grapes (1/2)

Chapter 534 Magic Bri… Grapes

The city of Motasos seemed to have changed for the better, but it also didn’t seem to have changed at all.

Large-scale armed confrontations took place at several locations around the city yesterday, but they ended quickly. There were a few casualties among the soldiers, but not a single civilian was killed in the fighting The battles proceeded with considerable restraint.

It was said that the heads of all the troops in the city had been changed. This should have been a big deal.

But the actual noise that was made was minimal.

This wasn’t reasonable.

At any other time, when there was such a dramatic change in the military hierarchy, there would have been numerous casualties and a large number of commoners involved.

This time it was so quick that many of the n.o.bles in the city didn’t even realize what happened before things settled down.

The merchants’ eyes almost fell out in surprise.

With their intelligence network, they didn’t understand what was going on.

It wasn’t until a few of the chamber of commerce’s big shots who were “invited” to the mayor’s residence and then released, all limp and weak, spoke up that the city’s dignitaries got a hint of what was going on.

It seemed that a temporary lord had come and clashed with the previous leaders of the army, such as Judson.

Then, within three hours, the leaders were replaced.

Now they were all detained in the mayor’s residence.

The n.o.bles and merchants who heard about this couldn’t help but feel a little frightened.

This new temporary lord was a ruthless one. What does he like!

How should we approach him, how should we appease him?

With the support of such ideas, the big shots of the city started taking action. They walked around, visited each other, and asked who knew about the new temporary lord.

The more they walked around, the more surprised they were. What was the origin of the new temporary lord, and why did they have no information about him?

Roland had already arrived in the bas.e.m.e.nt of the mayor’s residence.

He had no intention to hide the entrance, but he had set up three big stone doors at the entrance stairway to prevent outsiders from entering the bas.e.m.e.nt.

Then he began to dig a circular cavity with a radius of 100 meters with magic.

He turned the earthen wall of this cavity into extremely hard rock walls with Mud to Rock.

A purely circular shape already had a strong load-bearing capacity, not to mention a wall reinforced with magic, so even if a hundred-meter radius cavity was opened underneath the mayor’s residence, it would not sink the mayor’s residence on the ground, and even if multiple residences were built on top of it, there would be no problem.

It took Roland nearly six days to open this cavity.

When he came out of the bas.e.m.e.nt, the steward immediately greeted him.

“Mr. Roland, you’ve finally come out. All the n.o.bles in the city are planning to hold a joint banquet. Everything has been prepared and they are just waiting for you to come out. The venue of the banquet is the Barker Chamber of Commerce’s Square in the city—it’s very s.p.a.cious and can accommodate thousands of people.” The steward handed over a rather beautiful gold invitation. “They ask that you attend, sir, and they hope to welcome you.”

“It’s not an ambush[1], is it?”

There was no such word in this world, but Language Proficiency automatically transformed the word into a statement with the same meaning.

The steward shook his head vigorously. “No, absolutely not. They wouldn’t dare.”

Roland thought about it, took the invitation, and said, “Set it for the evening-I’ll be there in the evening.”

The steward was relieved. “I’ll go immediately to inform them now.”

The steward had been under tremendous pressure for some time now. Everyone was asking him when Roland would come out of the bas.e.m.e.nt.

These people didn’t dare to rush Roland, so they could only trust the steward to ask him to come out.

But how could the steward dare? He had no idea what kind of personality and temper the temporary lord had, so what if the temporary lord hated to be disturbed while studying magic so much that when he got angry he turned people into animals or burned them to death? Wouldn’t that be a meaningless death?

He was afraid to go find Roland, but the n.o.bles wanted him to go.

Whether a steward was powerful or not, whether a steward had any panache and respect outside, depended on the status and strength of the master.

The temporary lord seemed to be powerful, but the steward didn’t dare to rely on Roland’s background for now, so he could only bear the expectations of all the n.o.bles in the city, and the pressure brought by these expectations.

Fortunately, Roland had come out.

If the steward had to wait a few more days, he felt that he might have been depressed enough to commit suicide.

Roland took a shower. Having stayed underground for a few days, although he didn’t sweat much, he wasn’t a G.o.d; he would sweat some and his body would inevitably smell.

After the shower, he closed his eyes and rested for a while. Of course, he stayed in the guest room. The First Princess Stephanie’s master bedroom, with all its feminine furniture and decorations, was not a place he was comfortable staying in.

It took almost an hour for all his magic power to regenerate, and it just happened to be evening by then.

Roland went downstairs, got into the carriage that the steward had prepared, and leisurely went to the banquet venue.