520 If You Dont Have a Chance, Create One (1/2)

There werent more people, but there was double the consumption, and many maidservants were missing. There was obviously something fishy going on.

Amazing, as expected of a professional.

Roland was quite impressed. He and Schuck had scurried around for half a day, and even the angel Nia had come, but their search for the enemy was still aimless, like they were headless flies buzzing around randomly.

Did this mean that all three of them were stupid?

Of course not, everyone had their specialties.

Roland played with magic. Schuck was highly charismatic and, as a Saint Samurai, would obviously be a leader in the future.

As for Nia, an angel who has lived in the divine realm for a long time, it would be strange if she knew of these human knacks.

Exposing them to an unfamiliar line of work and with no one to teach them, of course they would end up doing twice the work for half the result.

The hidden pawns who were quite capable but were at the bottom of the social ladder were best suited for intelligence work.

Its a pity that the First Princess didnt take you seriously. Roland sighed. Its obvious that youre all good at what you do.

The red-bearded dwarf took another sip of wine. Those high and mighty nobles dont care about insignificant people like us.

Wilmot shook his head and laughed helplessly, then took another sip of fruit wine, his expression full of bitterness.

Take it. Roland handed Red Beard a small bag of gold coins. Here are the operating funds.

Wilmot thought Roland had given him a bag of silver coins. After he took it, he subconsciously tossed it, and then he froze.

As a dwarf, Wilmot had a strong intuition, which was a racial talent, about metals. Dwarfs could even know what kind of ore they had dug up, and even the purity of the ore, just by hearing the sound of the pickaxe striking the ore.

This was why when he tossed the bag and heard the jingle of the coins, it was immediately clear to him.

There were twenty gold coins!

Thats too much. The dwarf jumped up in excitement, his little feet bouncing nine meters high. This is gold, not silver. Did you give me the wrong bag?

He looked like he had never seen money before.

Wilmot was embarrassed and said, Those are the members we recruited on our own, they are all poor, please excuse me.

Thats because you guys dont want to use your abilities to make money in a crooked way.

When these people were eating and drinking wildly in the private booth, Roland could see that they were all poor people who did not have enough to eat.

Otherwise, they wouldnt be drinking like starving ghosts that had reincarnated.

It was no wonder that these people, who were all quite capable, lived such shabby lives.

The dwarf was stunned, for Rolands words had touched his heart.

Indeed, every one of them had some ability, not great, but not bad either.

But why didnt they use this skill to earn a living?

The old hunchback, for example, was clearly a highly-skilled thief, but he still chose to watch the door for commoners, making a little money that could barely fill his stomach and keep him from starving to death.

In reality, if the old hunchback wanted to, he could make a lot of money.

Every hidden pawn had lived a miserable life, and the reason for their misery had a lot to do with their abilities. Therefore, the hidden pawns were not very interested in using their abilities to make money.

Unless they could find someone to shelter them.

The First Princess was their common choice, except that she was willing to help them get away with their crimes, but wasnt willing to use them.

This made them feel helpless and even a little lost.

And now, the right to use the hidden pawns fell into Rolands hands.

A Mage who was generous, patient, and seemed to understand the suffering of commoners.

It would probably be good to follow such a master.

At least he could shelter them.

It would also allow them to use their abilities.

Excited for a while, the dwarf held the money bag in one hand before he said, How nice it would be if you were the husband of the First Princess.

Wilmot knew very well that Roland only had the power to use the hidden pawns for the time being, and sooner or later they would return to the side of the First Princess. But if Roland was the First Princesss husband, it would be different, and they would be able to work for him with no mental barriers.

Serving her husband was the same as serving her.

Roland smiled and waved his hand. The First Princess doesnt like a little Mage from a remote country like me.

The dwarf observed Rolands expression for a moment, shrugged his shoulders, and laughed lightly. Its you who despises her, isnt it? The pride of a famed Mage is much more severe than that of a noble.

Roland was rather puzzled.

He didnt understand how the other party had come to this conclusion.

Tying the money bag to his belt, the red-bearded dwarf wiped his mouth and quickly became sober.

Dwarves didnt get drunk; they only got drunk because they felt the need to get drunk sometimes.

They could express their emotions through the false impression of being drunk.

Happiness, disappointment, joy, inspiration, sadness, and so on.

If they could fake being drunk, they could naturally become sober.