420 What If You Just Take It Away? (2/2)

”Okay,” Cage said with a ”I got it” look on his face.

Cage didn't find Roland immoral. In this world, it was very common for nobles to attack one another. The fact that Roland didn't annihilate the Johns but publicly acknowledged that they were still the land owners suggested that he was very benevolent.

He thought a moment and asked, ”I'm told that your sheriff is on a learning trip. Do you want me to fill in that position for you for now?”

Vincent was the old sheriff, but since Vincent was away, the sheriff's position was vacant.

Now that Andonara had returned, it should be her job.

But it would be a good thing if Cage were willing to take the job.

Vincent was suited for a sheriff's position because he was always fair. But as a Mage and a person from a rich family, Vincent was too proud and far high above the regular city watchers.

But Cage was different.

He was a noble, but only one in name, without any actual power.

More importantly, Cage worked as a mercenary before, and he liked making dirty jokes, which made it easier for him to get along with the bottom-level people.

Therefore, it was easier for him to maintain the safety of the city than it was for Vincent.

Roland couldn't be more glad to give him the job.

After dealing with political affairs in the Magic Tower for two days and inspecting the school for half a day to ensure that everything was normal, Roland went to the capital through Long-Distance Teleportation.

Instead of going to the headquarters of the Association of Mages directly, he went to the Guild of Mercenaries first.

With a bag of gold coins as advance payment, Roland issued a bounty of the highest level at the Guild of Mercenaries.

He asked for an elemental core of Wind, Water, Earth, Fire, and Thunder, offering twelve gold coins for each core.

Though elemental cores were very rare, the reward he offered was 1.5 times the market price.

If it were before, Roland would've looked for the elemental cores himself, but now he realized that he could hire other people to run errands for him as long as he was rich or powerful.

Roland was now very rich, and he was establishing his influence.

He had figured it out recently.

It was one way to enjoy the game by growing strong or appreciating centenaries in the world, but it was also enjoyable and interesting to build up one's own force.

After leaving the Guild of Mercenaries, Roland slowly walked to the Magic Tower.

There were clearly fewer passersby on the street. Even the peddlers had lowered their voices.

The whole capital seemed to be under immense pressure.

Standing before the headquarters of the Association of Mages, Roland found that its gate had been blocked by a group of men in white robes.

The golden radiance of theurgy glittered from the strangers now and then.

”Are they from the Church of Light?” Roland mumbled.

They were from Fareins, which was the base of the Church of Light. Well, this was getting interesting.

Roland was about to leave for a tavern for intelligence, when he saw a man standing not far away from him.

He was a man much prettier than most women with red lips and fair skin.

Who else could it be if not Antis?

Antis had been staring at Roland.

Roland walked to him and said with a smile, ”It's been a long time.”

”It indeed has.” Antis didn't look very friendly. ”Why do you have to come here when you could've stayed in Delpon with the queen?”

Roland smiled. ”Why can't I come here? I'm told that the drama here is very exciting, so I came here to watch.”

Antis seemed a lot more relaxed. He asked, ”You're not here to help Tobian?”

”Of course not.”

Hearing Roland's reply, Antis completely relaxed. He walked away and turned his head back while he said, ”Come, I'll take you to a place where you can enjoy the drama.”

Roland immediately followed him.

A dozen minutes later, on the balcony on the second floor of a very luxurious hotel, Roland sipped delicious fruit wine and asked, ”Where's the drama that you mentioned?”

”Wait a moment,” Antis said coldly.

Roland could only shrug.

Soon enough, four men in white robes came down from the third floor and passed by Roland and Antis. Then, they took a turn and descended to the ground floor.

Reaching the center of the lobby, they were about to leave the hotel, when a bunch of people came in from the door.

All the newcomers were in gray magic robes. They were led by a brawny bald man.

”Tobian.”

Roland was slightly surprised. ”You knew that they would have a conflict here?”

”I was the one who told Tobian that Alfred would stay here today.” Antis smiled rather creepily. ”It was also me who told Tobian that Alfred was his bastard son.”

Roland was stunned.

”I know very well what you did in Delpon. Instead of establishing your own organization, why don't you just claim the Association of Mages for yourself?”