150 A Mediated Invitation (2/2)

If this thing wasn't yellow, maybe it wouldn't be so conspicuous… change the color… wait!

Roland suddenly had a light-bulb moment.

This Spell Puppet could change colors, so wouldn't it be possible to make it have a chameleon mode? As long as it was similar in color to the surrounding environment, even a spider the size of a fist would be hard to detect.

He couldn't help but snap his fingers and give his own idea a thumbs up. When he was about to use this feature to start making changes to the spell model, there was a soft knock on the side of the door from the back.

Roland turned back and found that it was Aldo.

”You're quite adaptable to be in the mood for magic experiments at a time like this.” Aldo smiled as he walked in and looked at the spider puppets scurrying around the room, slightly stunned. Then he said somewhat enviously, ”Another new derivative magic, you're really quite talented.”

”Because I spend all my time on magic, unlike a certain chairman who uses it on women.”

Aldo laughed aloud at these words. ”I'd love to… you should know why I'm here.”

”Yes. On behalf of the other nobles and great merchants in the city, you're here to help pull strings for us to meet, or want to hear my opinion and views.”

”Indeed.” Aldo said with a nod, ”You're clever as expected.”

”I'm actually here doing magic experiments while waiting for you to come. I don't know the other nobles well enough for them to make peace—they need someone they know to deliver the message, and you're the perfect person for the job.”

”Hahaha!” Aldo laughed aloud. His smile had a bewildering elatedness. ”Those nobles, they finally begged me for help. You don't know, although I am considered a well-known person in the city, no one actually looks up to me—after all, too many people know that I used to be a dog.”

Roland sighed softly.

”Bringing you into our Magic Tower was indeed the right choice.” Aldo sighed, facing the sky, and seemed even a little self-satisfied. ”Although you haven't had a conflict with those guys from the headquarters yet, you've now taken out the mayor. I'm more and more convinced that you'll make waves with the people from the headquarters in the future, and that's when it'll be a good show.”

Roland said with a smile, ”Then I'll avoid Hollevin's capital in the future.”

Aldo was mortified and said helplessly, ”Can't you let me be happy for a little longer?”

Roland shrugged.

Aldo sighed. ”Okay, down to business. The nobles want to see you.”

”To pick peaches[1] while they're at it?”

Because of Language Proficiency, the words ”pick peaches” were translated into a colloquialism with a similar meaning in Hollevin.

Aldo laughed contemptuously and said, ”They don't dare to take the credit—they just want to get some bones to eat from your hands. You guys even dared to kill the mayor of the city and nearly a thousand elite soldiers were slaughtered, so who here dares to have a disagreement with you?”

”What can they do to help us?”

Aldo said matter-of-factly, ”A lot.”

Roland was silent for a moment.

The nobles were a bit annoying as a group, but he couldn't do without them at the moment. Whether or not the entire city could be stabilized would also depend on their cooperation.

Of course, in the long run, Hawk and Link should have a way to deal with these nobles.

He would just have to put up with them at this stage.

After a long while, Roland said, ”You can help me set a time and place.”

”Well, let's simply go to my house. This way, both sides will feel much more at ease.”

”Then thanks for the trouble.”

[1] to reap what one has not sown