134 Brave and Wimpy (2/2)

”I…” Looking at the increasing number of black-robed people across the street, the little boy's voice not only trembled more this time, but even his lips were also turning white and trembling. ”I… feel like fighting… killing, no… good… We… can do it another way, we can hand over… a certain amount of gold coins every month as… acknowledgment of submission, please spare… our… commoners in Mory!”

The guards beside him were gulping and acting extremely uneasy, wanting to put their hands on their sword hilts, but not daring to for fear of irritating the group of black-robed people across the street.

The little boy was less than ten years old, and as Roland watched him bravely restrain his fear, he took some pity on him and reached over, wanting to stroke the little guy's head and soothe him.

The action ended up frightening the little boy, who screamed lightly and closed his eyes.

But he still stood straight and didn't step back.

Several guards had closed their hands on the hilt of their swords, but they just didn't pull their swords out.

Roland patted the little boy's head and said gently, ”The mayor's position is a bit tough—if you do a good job, we won't come here anymore.”

After saying this, Roland left.

Several other players came up, each of them patting the little boy's head and saying, ”Do a good job.”

”Do a good job and don't be like your predecessors.”

”Work hard and be a good mayor.”

Then the players left in pairs, the sound of their banter heard even from far away.

”That little boy is so brave. If I were in his place, I would be so scared that I'd defecate on the spot.”

”That's disgusting and wimpy. If it were me, I'm sure I'd just pass out frothing at the mouth.”

Then there was a string of self-indulgent, obscene laughter.

The little boy who had been trembling couldn't help but fall to the ground as he watched the unmasked black-robed men leave until their silhouettes almost disappeared.

He covered his face with one hand and cried quietly, ”It's terrifying. They scared me to death, they scared me to death.”

As the words were spoken, a water stain appeared on the ground beneath him.

Discovering this, the little boy's cries were even more shameful.

A personal guard squatted down and gently patted the little boy's back. ”Little Master, you've been brave and amazing.”

Roland returned to Mory and found his former coachman. He took the original carriage in the same direction he had come from.

He hadn't been in the carriage for long when he received a guild message from Betta: ”Brother Roland, there's a thread on the general discussion board of the forum saying how to deal with you!”

Roland was stunned. Had he offended someone?

He immediately opened the forum and quickly found the thread.

Regarding How to Target the Strongest Mage Roland.

The poster claimed to be a ”Spell Breaker.”

[1] Chinese unit of mass