Old John finally understood why his son used "treacherous" and "slip" to evaluate the four golden sons in the city before, which was an adjective with obvious emotional tendencies.

These golden sons have no worse ability to say one thing or do another than their nobles.

"Since Lord Roland asked so, I'll just say it." Old John glanced at the other three and found that although they were eating very much, their attention was still on him. He smiled and continued, "About the new dock, I must put some people in. I wonder what you four have any ideas?"

"Is it certain?" Roland asked.

Hawke and Link also put down their knife and fork.

"Sure!" Old John nodded heavily and said, "This is the territory of my John family. Anyone who builds anything on this land must be approved by our family. You have not asked us and built it privately. This is not good. According to the laws of the kingdom, you will be imprisoned for three months and confiscated all your property."

Roland was not nervous at all, and Hawk and Link were even smiling.

"So, after we finish this delicacy next, we have to go to jail?" Roland asked.

A breeze blew, and the candles at the four corners of the banquet hall began to shake. The shadows around the people twisted and stretched, like carnival ghosts.

When the breeze passes for a moment, the distorted shadow gradually becomes normal again.

Old John laughed and said, "How is it possible? Everyone is a person who is knowledgeable and knowledgeable about the general will not make things so stiff."

Roland glanced at Hawke, who began to eat again.

This is a signal they had agreed on before, and the negotiations continued to be handed over to Roland, and the bottom line remained unchanged.

Roland's eyes returned to Old John, and he said indifferently: "Yes, I believe that the old city lord is a reasonable person. Hawke worked hard to build the dock and helped Delbon City solve the employment and housing problems of hundreds, even thousands of beggars and refugees. If there is no credit, there will be hard work. Will the city lord not reward me?"

The city lord's smile gradually solidified, and he looked at Roland.

Roland was still smiling and looking at him.

The old city lord's momentum is getting stronger and stronger.

But Roland still looked calm. After a while, the city lord stood up and said, "I'm a little sleepy. Son, please help me with these four priests."

Little John looked faint with expressionless face.

Next, the banquet hall was silent, and no one spoke, only the sound of Roland and the four others eating.

About ten minutes later, Roland found a reason to leave the castle, and Hawk and others also left.

Little John did not send him off.

Walking out of the castle and watching the suspension bridge behind it close at a very fast speed, Roland snorted, then turned his head to Hawke and said, "Be careful, Old John seems to be going to attack us."

Jet said from the side, "Why didn't you try to deal with it just now?"

"I can't deal with it." Roland shook his head: "The other party is forcing us to express his opinion, and he will definitely pass Hawk's bottom line. If we don't unite this time, he can find a breakthrough to knock us down."

"We are immortal, and we are afraid that he will not succeed?" Jeter was a little dissatisfied.

"We can be resurrected, but if they all defeated each of them, he can kill us back to level zero." Roland explained: "Although we have good strength, we are still too few people. He has an elite army, but he is not the kind of small noble private soldiers that Hawke had dealt with before, and he himself is a professional. We have little chance of winning, and we are even less of an opponent after separation."

Jeter tsk: "I can't look at it. He looks like a warrior barbarian, but he is unexpectedly cunning."

Roland turned his head and looked at Hawke: "How many days will you have to gather here?"

“The first group will arrive in five days.”

"Then just hold on for five days." Roland thought for a while and said, "It's better for the four of us to stay together recently, so we'll gather at the dock. I'll go to the Magic Tower to explain some things, and we'll be there later."

"Then I'll go back to the Temple of Life to clean up."

Then the four of them dispersed for a while. Roland returned to the Magic Tower, rang the golden bell, gathered everyone, and said, "I will stay at the dock outside the city for a while in the past few days. Vivian, you will invite Aldo to the Magic Tower to take charge later. Remember, just say it is my request. If he doesn't agree, then I will not count what I promised him before."

The magic apprentices were stunned, and then they started to scream.

"Vice President, don't drive us away. Whoever can't get along with you is that it can't get along with our magic tower."

"Yes, Vice President, don't leave. If there is something to do, we will fight together. Although our families are all small noble families, they are still a bit famous when they join forces."

Vivian said: "Vice President, if something happens every time, you will leave us aside, so we are very unhappy."

The two newest little guys were a little overwhelmed.

Roland smiled and said, "There is no way. Who told you not to be successful? If you are all formal mages, I will stay and not leave."

After hearing this, a group of magic apprentices all looked embarrassed. Although Roland's words were unpleasant, they did not feel any offense.

After all, they are really not good at it.

Roland looked at Vivian: "I trust you the most. Remember, you must tell the president completely what I just said. Do you understand?"

Roland's expression was very serious, and Vivian had no choice but to nod.

Not long after, Roland came out of the magic tower and went directly to the pier outside the city.

The rule of curfew does not exist for spell casters like them. Moreover, the generals guarding the city seemed to have not received any news from the city lord and released Roland out of the city without any hesitation. Then Jet also walked out of the city.

In the largest wooden square tower building on the pier, a black iron basin emits a red light, while the larger one is filled with a wooden basin with clear water.

Burning fire in a wooden house is a very necessary measure to prevent fire escape.

On the charcoal basin, there is a pot with all kinds of ingredients rolling inside.

The strong base flavor of hot pot soup spreads out.

Roland, Hawk, Link, and Jeter each sat in one position, chatting, while the four of them were also busy with the forum.

As he brushed, Link suddenly laughed: "Hahaha, Roland Sand Sculpture."

These sudden swear words almost broke everyone's waists.

Link rolled his eyebrows and covered his mouth and chuckled: "In the picture section, there is an essence sticker, you can take a look at it yourself."

Roland clicked in and soon found the post, and then found it!

It's indeed Roland's sand sculpture.
Chapter completed!