64 F6 (1/2)

Roland looked into Aldo's eyes as if he wanted to see through all of this person's thoughts.

However, Aldo only had a look of epicaricacy and a little bit of madness. It was quite hard to discern anything else.

”I'm your chance?” Roland laughed and said, ”You're not afraid that I'll lean toward the Association?”

No matter who it was, being used, being considered as a chance, a foothold to achieve someone else's ends, they would feel uncomfortable. This was the same for Roland. His rhetorical question was the reaction that the majority of people would have.

If it were a normal person being questioned like this, they would most likely be somewhat flustered, but Aldo said in a calm and collected manner, ”This possibility isn't large. The people from the headquarters are almost all of a noble background, and they're all descendants of noble families that have existed for several hundred and even several thousands of years. They even have many distant relatives acting as apprentices or assuming posts in various subbranches—the headquarters will know immediately of any of the slightest movements in the majority of the subbranches. Of course, for a genius like you, if you were willing to kneel down to be their dog, you should be able to blend in with them, hahahaha.”

After hearing Aldo's mockery, Roland looked at Aldo's crazy expression. He didn't quite like it.

”Are you sure I won't be a dog?” Roland sighed boredly.

”Someone who isn't even afraid of death, it's impossible for them to be someone else's dog!” Aldo snickered, his contempt on full display.

Such a good point. For someone who can't die, how could they be willing to be a dog!?

Players only had two punishments upon death. The first was losing one-tenth of their current total experience. If they could retrieve their corpse, they would be able to reduce the experience lost by fifty percent. In other words, if they picked up their corpse, they would only lose five percent of their total experience.

The other punishment was the potential loss of equipment on the corpse. This depended on whether the NPCs would loot it off their bodies. Roland felt that they would definitely take it away.

After all, this equipment was like spoils of war.

Roland felt that not many players would be willing to be dogs in the game—nowadays, everyone had a little bit of pride. Yes… if it were being a servile dog to a great beauty, many male players might be willing.

After a moment of silence, Roland asked, ”Your revenge, how far do you want to take it?”

”I don't know.” Aldo looked out the window and his emotions gradually settled. ”I want to see that woman kneel in front of me. I want to see her family vanish like smoke in thin air. I want to see her regretful expression at its extreme.”

”You don't want to kill her?” Roland had an interrogatory stare.

”I understand,” Roland said with a smile. ”I won't lean toward the headquarters for now. Of course, the specifics will still depend on the people who come from the headquarters, whether or not it will be like you said—whether they'll leave no stones unturned to conceal my model at all costs.”

”Hahaha!” Aldo laughed madly as he stood up. He spread out his arms and said crazily, ”You will see a show! A play called arrogance.”

”I hope so.”

After Aldo left, Roland used Hand of Magic to close the door from a distance.

The room quieted down, leaving only the sound of high winds brushing lightly past the window.

Roland's thoughts rolled over and over. He actually didn't care about being used by Aldo. As a player, over ten years of experience in single-player games and multiplayer online games resulted in an immunity toward some ”unreasonable” plots.

Although this world didn't seem as simple as a game, the old saying still goes: only stories and novels need to consider whether things seemed reasonable or unreasonable, while reality doesn't.

Roland didn't think it was necessary to take Aldo's revenge seriously. What he really cared about was the madness Aldo had just displayed.

A person who suffered psychological trauma, a mage, someone belonging to a class with high-level knowledge, relatively high intellect—these traits all conformed with the clues that Roland discovered in his previous investigation.

It seemed more and more likely that Aldo was the killer.

If his suspicions were only at thirty percent before, they were now at least at fifty percent.