513 This Seems to be a Trap (2/2)

Roland was stunned. Why is that?

The woman immediately explained.

The territory of Fareins was large and vast, frighteningly hot in the south and cold all year round in the north.

The Desert Kingdom was on the west and the Green Sea Islands were on the east.

With such a large territory, the customs were not the same from county to county.

There was a custom in Delonwa County, where Menon came from, that if a wife did not leave a child behind when her husband died, she was an unworthy wife and must be buried with her husband and go to hell to continue to give him children.

Of course, the custom was not absolute. If the wife was quite powerful, or the mothers family was quite powerful, she could be spared death.

And this woman was the daughter of a merchant.

She didnt have the power. Menon was dead and had no children, so if no one of sufficient stature took her in, she would surely die.

Even escaping would be useless.

The Menon family was also a rather powerful noble family, and there would always be a way to find her if they wanted to, as long as she hadnt fled from the Fareins Kingdom.

After all, some spells could be used to find people, such as Small Wish.

In other words, half of this womans grief was for her husband and half was for herself.

When her husband died, she would almost surely die.

Its Beatrice, right? After some thought, Roland said, I could shelter you for a while, and even take you to the country of Hollevin to start over, would you like that?

Beatrice nodded vigorously.

Then you take care of Menons funeral, Roland said, looking at the corpse next to him. Ill take a look at the magic resources here.

Okay. Beatrice pointed to the room to the right. Thats Menons study, all his files are in there.

Roland took a small breath and walked into the study.

The room was quite large, though nowhere near as large as Stephanies subterranean library, but there were a dozen or so bookshelves.

There were many handwritten books on it. Roland flipped through a few of them and found that the handwriting was the same.

This meant that it was the work of the same person, which should be Menon.

Roland took all these books and threw them all into his Backpack, almost filling it up.

He then took a notebook to look at it and lost himself in it.

Menon loved to do research, so his insights were quite practical.

If the Mages tips collected by the princesss husband was a good commodity, then these books were fine research materials that connoisseurs could easily become fascinated with at a glance.

Roland was like that.

He studied it word by word, fearing that he might miss a word.

Forgetting time and hunger. It wasnt until Beatrice, who was already starving, knocked on the door and gently pulled Rolands sleeve that he was roused from the contents of the book.

What, ah! Roland cried out, looking around and noticing that the view from the window was a little dim. So its night already.

No, its the next morning. Red-eyed, Beatrice said timidly, You havent moved all night.

Its been a night, then how come I didnt notice it was dark

Roland looked up abruptly to find an illumination ball above his head, condensed from his magic power.

He was so enthralled that he subconsciously let a ball of light out after dark and didnt even realize it.

Roland put the books back into his Backpack and asked, Are the Menon familys funeral affairs taken care of?

Beatrice folded her hands in front of her abdomen. The body has been sent back to Delonwa County in a carriage, using the Guild of Mercenarys men. They can be trusted.

Roland sighed. He thought it was a shame that Menon had died.

This research information was really useful.

So youre coming with me now? Roland looked at Beatrice.

As long as you dont mind me, sir. Beatrice said after some thought, Sir, please follow

me.

They walked to the living room and Beatrice dragged out a large white bag from under the bench, and with quite a bit of effort, she carried it onto the table and opened it. There was a large number of gold coins and silver coins inside. Sir, these are Menons possessions, and all that I could find. They are all yours now.

At a glance, Roland swept over and found that there were at least a hundred gold coins in this pile, and there were probably around two hundred silver coins as well.

This was a huge sum. Youre his widow, its only right that the money is yours. Beatrice was shocked. But Im already yours, so of course these gold coins are yours.

Huh?