Chapter 689 - He’s the Good Man (2/2)

“Thanks.” Solisa waved her hand at Roland and walked away.

Sighing slightly, Roland knew that if the Phoenix Guild’s policy remained unchanged, they would slowly fade out of the game’s mainstream circle in the future.

But it could also be seen that the girls didn’t have any intention to compete.

Then, Roland went back to Delpon and picked up the materials to make the magic array.

At the manor, he saw Lady Bluebird and the mayor’s wife and daughter having afternoon tea.

When they saw Roland, all three rose and nodded in greeting.

Roland walked over and asked, “Mrs. Betty, do you have plans to go home yet?” “Not yet.” Lady Bluebird shook her head, smiling with a light affection. “Life here is good, and there are compatible friends. Does it bother you that I’m here?”

“That’s not it.” Roland shook his head. “You can stay here as long as you want. Just let me know when you get tired of it; Teleportation is

quick.”

Lady Bluebird slightly pulled her skirt to curtsy in gratitude, and the two white, large northern hemispheres were imprinted into Roland’s eyes.

At this time, the mayor’s wife next to her wanted to say something but stopped.

Seeing this, Roland asked, “Mayoress, may I ask what is troubling you?”

“I heard a rumor. I don’t know if it’s true, and it has something to do with us all.” The mayoress spoke with a hesitant expression. Roland didn’t care too much, but out of politeness, he still said, “Please speak.”

“It’s about my husband.” The mayoress looked at Roland’s expression with some concern.

Roland was slightly surprised.

John Senior, the original mayor of Delpon, had been cut in two, and his body had been sewn together and buried on a hill outside the city.

It’s been almost four years since he died. Did something happen again? Did he have a lover or a posthumous child or something?

“Someone said to me yesterday that they saw my husband’s figure outside the outskirts of the city. It wasn’t very clear.” The mayoress’s body trembled slightly. “Then I got someone to look, and my husband’s grave had been dug up. His body was nowhere to be found.”

Oh? Roland was a little surprised.

Someone used necromancy and stole John Senior’s body? Was it John Junior who did it?

Looking at Roland in thought, the mayoress waited a moment before she whispered, “I heard that after the dead are resurrected, they seek out their kin and kill them, making them new undead to stay with them forever.”

This rumor wasn’t misinformation; there was a magical basis for it.

After the dead were magically resurrected, even without a soul, the instincts of the body still allowed them to remember many things; they just weren’t able to think. They would remember where their home was and how to get there. It was even possible to recognize their loved ones.

But the undead, as creatures of darkness, had the instinct to attack living things, and one of the highest priorities.

So… if the dead did become undead, it was indeed possible that they would go after their loved ones and kill them.

But if all their flesh and blood were gone and only the bones remained, there wouldn’t be so much trouble.

Skeleton soldiers were the lowest class of undead soldiers and didn’t have any living memory to speak of.

“You can live here for as long as you want, as Mrs. Betty does.”

Listening to the mayoress, Roland understood what she was having trouble saying. She was afraid that her husband would return to take her and her daughter’s lives and wanted to live in the safest place in the city.

However, Roland was her husband’s killer and had taken the city away from them, leaving them, the John family, with only a noble status and a decent life to get by.

But… she really didn’t hate Roland, neither her nor her daughter.

At least Roland secured their lives.

They could live their lives decently and in peace. As the widow of a loser in a political struggle, it was extremely merciful to receive such treatment.

“Thank you, Mr. Roland.” The mayoress bowed her head slightly and smiled softly.

Her daughter, too, happily curtsied.

Roland then left the manor.

The three women watched Roland’s back disappear before they sat back down at the table and leisurely drank afternoon tea.

The expressions of the mayoress and her daughter clearly relaxed.

“That’s a real man, a real gentleman,” said Lady Bluebird, blushing slightly.

The mayoress looked at her face. “Mrs. Betty, do you have such thoughts about him?”

“So what if I do?” Lady Bluebird sighed. “He only has Lady Anna and Lady Vivian in his eyes, even the First Princess hasn’t made it into his eyes…”

Her expression was quite sultry. The mayoress laughed lightly. That’s true. We come here often as mother and daughter and often spend the night here, and he hasn’t even touched us a bit. If it were any other noble, he would have been bragging about having a mother and a daughter at the banquet. There really are good men like in the knight novels. Unbelievable.”

Roland didn’t know that the three women were talking about him. He had now arrived at the mayor’s mansion in Delpon.