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Roland felt a little speechless. He had just told Hawk not too long ago that some players might end up ashamed of themselves due to the NPCs' actions, and now he was almost slapped in the face.

Indeed, people shouldn't think too highly of themselves.

Roland clenched the fake wooden coat of arms tighter and returned to the Magic Tower.

Instead of calling the wooden coat of arms a clue, it was more a warning that Big Edward had left for him before he committed suicide.

After thinking it through, there were many points of suspicion.

If it wasn't for John, who would have sent the gangs to kidnap and kill Lisa's loved ones? Who would have threatened Big Edward into taking the rap? Moreover, when Hawk sent a beggar to watch over John's movements, Big Edward appeared to muddy his monitoring just five days later.

The gang had been wiped out by Bard, so there was no way they could find anything new.

And the true murderer seemed to know about the actions of the Golden Sons.

The news was leaked from Hawk's beggar?

The more Roland thought about it, the more he felt his head hurt. Such a case that did not have many clues was really thorny. He was working off of pure speculation. He finally understood why there were so many surveillance cameras everywhere in China.

No matter how intelligent a criminal was, it would be useless once they were captured on camera.

When he returned to the Magic Tower, Roland spent four hours deriving the Spell Puppet before he calmed down.

He decided not to think too much about it for the time being. The murderer would definitely be lurking around during this period of time. He would consider it after the Gray Sand Gang investigated the matter.

It was already evening. Vivian served him dinner and placed a few thin books in front of Roland.

”What is this?” Roland asked in surprise.

”Our Magic Tower's income and expenses from last month,” Vivian explained. ”The chairman was supposed to be responsible for the review, but he isn't around, so the job is now yours.”

So that's the case. Roland looked at the accounts book as he ate his dinner.

After a while, Roland raised his head and asked, ”Who made this record?”

”Claus,” Vivian replied. ”Of all our magic apprentices, he's the best at numbers.”

Claus was the young man that brought Roland to Magic Tower for his first visit.

He was a relatively talented individual among all the magic apprentices. He learned magic very quickly and was very friendly.

”What's going on with these additional ten gold coins that appeared for no rhyme or reason?”

Vivian glanced at it and smiled as she said, ”This is the tax collected from our surrounding areas. With the Magic Tower as the center, the surrounding two kilometers is our territory.”

”There's no need to label them. They just need to submit 15 gold coins each month.” Vivian smiled. ”Our Magic Tower doesn't care about anything else. We only care about collecting money and maintaining peace in the area.”

Vivian's words were very gentle, but she had a lofty air about her when she spoke against others.

However, it was very normal if one thought about it. After all, Mages were very respected and feared professionals, and they were also synonymous with mystery. As a spellcaster, even if she was just a magic apprentice, Vivian had reason to be proud.

After reading through accounts, Roland came to understand where the Magic Tower's money came from.

This also meant that Roland had officially taken over the operations of the Magic Tower.

Especially when Aldo was hiding to recuperate.

All the matters of the Magic Tower were thrown onto Roland. He had to meet the nobles or merchants who had something to ask for. He had to come to agreements with them, such as clearing ferocious beasts or magical beasts near Delpon City. Otherwise, it would be to help in an exorcism.

This busied Roland greatly. He led a few magic apprentices everywhere. This greatly reduced the time he had to experiment with magic.