Chapter 652 - Out of Money Again (1/2)

Roland didn’t consider himself another Prime Minister Cao[1], nor was he interested in other people’s wives.

It just so happened that Andonara, the woman he loved, had been married to someone.

Seeing the obvious anger on Roland’s face, the young noble was briefly stunned and then said prudently, “Sorry, I really shouldn’t have spoken this way in public. Where do you live, sir? I’ll pay you a visit at night.”

He wanted to make friends with Roland.

The intelligence of his family suggested that Stephanie was quite close to this man, and that there might even be a relationship between them.

He had already read the report. The First Princess’s dead husband came back to life and sought revenge against the First Princess, but he was killed by Roland.

The First Princess was a widow, and the queen was a married woman.

So, the young noble had no doubt that Roland was interested in other people’s wives.

He thought that Roland was upset because he talked about it in public.

Loving married women was not a despicable matter in Fareins, but maybe the Golden Sons had their own customs.

But Roland’s face got darker after the young noble said that.

If Roland weren’t so good at self-control, he would’ve slapped the young noble so hard that his teeth would be flying out.

Roland snorted and walked away.

The young noble was quite bummed, knowing that he had probably misspoken.

A lot of the players nearby overheard their conversation. They all laughed delightedly

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Watching a big shot get humiliated and gloating over that was really enjoyable.

The environment near the portal was filled with a joyful air.

Roland spent the next couple of days around the portal, partly to discipline the Fareins nobles who weren’t very obedient, partly to wait for the troops of the Church of Light to come over and mediate for Schuck’s sake if any conflicts were to happen.

Nobody wanted anything to happen, but most matters would always take a turn for the worse.

That was a theory that someone had worked out, although its validity was questionable.

Roland wanted this period to pass peacefully, but one thing happened after another.

First, it was the friction between the Fareins nobles and the local troops of Sisilia.

Those nobles dared not piss off the Golden Sons, who seemed formidable, but as young people, they undoubtedly had to seek fun.

At first, they dutifully looked for prostitutes in town, but those prostitutes were too unattractive to them, so they laid their hands on the decent women of Sisilia.

They didn’t cross any lines when they seduced women with money or fancy words.

However, some of them gradually began to use violence.

It stirred quite some indignity in Sisilia.

Roland simply broke the legs of the culprits and threw them to the victims, asking them to apologize and compensate.

As a result, the relation between Roland and the Fareins nobles fell to the freezing point.

But Roland didn’t care. Whenever anybody did something like that, he would break their legs and make them apologize.

At first, when Roland was alone, the young nobles of Fareins still had the courage to fight back and yell at Roland, but as the other members of F6 joined and helped him, those people began to lay low.

Then, more players reinforced Roland. They established a patrol team of a hundred people. Under this high pressure, the young nobles finally went on rampage and gathered to attack the patrol team.

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Naturally, the players didn’t chicken out at all. They beat the two thousand young nobles so hard that the nobles dared not complain anymore.

They were truly beaten into submission, as the players didn’t use any real weapons but merely the unsharpened sticks or swords that were for exercise purposes when they put the young nobles to the ground.

The battlefield was awash with blood, with a lot of people gravely wounded.

But nobody was killed.

Then, Roland didn’t have to do anything.

In the patrol team, there were about twenty people who were different from the others.

They walked and sat very straightly.

When they stood, they would be as straight as pineapple trees, and their hands would be subconsciously stuck to the sides of their pants.

Their leader had quite a unique way of speaking too. He liked to say “everybody, listen up” at first and “dismissed” in the end, with many interesting jargons such as “be simple and hardworking.”

Every time the other players saw them, they would put on subtle expressions.

Then, those people took over the administration of the two thousand young nobles.

Each of them led about a hundred people and set up camps near Sisilia.

They asked the Mage players to build some simple barricades and led the young nobles through exercises every day, including weight training in the morning and parading in the afternoon.

There were even moral lectures at night.

Whenever a young noble was sick of the training, they would speak to him nicely at first. If he still refused to listen, they would throw gloves at him and beat him until he succumbed.

All the players knew exactly what was going on, but nobody said anything. After all… whoever had been to the college had been trained by such people, even though there was no corporal punishment.

Things were a lot easier for Roland now that someone was willing to manage the young nobles.

Soon enough, more Guardians of Light were dispatched, and three other Saint Samurai came over too.

Dinah, whom Roland knew, was among them.

After meeting Roland, she found a chance to ask him in private, “Well… How is Betta doing?”

The young Saint Samurai seemed rather shy.

“Very good.” Roland smiled and said, “Do you want me to create a teleportation array and send you there?”

She shook her head. “I’m only asking. Good to know that he’s fine.”

She then waved a goodbye at Roland and followed the troops into the portal to the Realm of Devils.

It seemed that he wasn’t needed here anymore.

Roland wavered between going to the front line to get more Reputation and studying magic.

If he could modify the black cloud and make it larger, so that it could carry dozens of people at one time, wouldn’t it be a simple aircraft?

In that case, it would be useful in the decapitation plan.

Also, it would be highly mobile. If it carried the teams who were very good at fighting, such as the girls of the Phoenix Guild, to fly around and kill the demons, he would get Reputation very quickly.

The thought of that was quite thrilling.

So he decided to hone his magic first.

After all, one couldn’t cut the wood very fast without sharpening the chopper.

When Roland was about to teleport back to Delpon, the leader of the patrol team came to

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“Greetings, Comrade Roland.” The man had a square face and looked rather reliable. “I am Pavel, chairman of the Red Sun Guild.”