The night was completely dark, and Bard sat on the balcony of the room, looking at the stars in the night sky in the sky.

The candlelight shone out from the room behind him, shining on the expensive glass in his hand.

The clear yellow fruit wine reflects beautiful light texture, which makes people salivate, but the wine glass keeps shaking slightly, causing waves of ripples to stir back and forth.

Bud's hands were still shaking.

The meaningful smiles of Roland and the other two sons of gold still appeared before him.

"We know there are many good nobles, like Lord Bard."

This sentence kept appearing in his mind.

Now he understood what happened to Roland and the two Golden Sons' smiles!

It is a smile that only appears when you see a hunting special and fat sheep.

prey!

Fat sheep!

Such words made Bard's brain nerves excited and even more tingling. He wanted to be angry, roar, and to smash the outrageously expensive glass cup in his hand to pieces on the spot.

But another trembling feeling from the soul suppressed his anger and made him feel a sense of fear.

Even though he offended the Fourth Prince three years ago, he was not so scared.

Those three guys really wanted to kill themselves. They were waiting for them to make mistakes.

In their eyes, there is no respect for the nobles or power, let alone fear.

How many sons of gold are there?

If there are few people, they will not be able to achieve any climate, and even if they can be resurrected infinitely, their influence is too small.

But if there are many people...their nobles will be difficult to survive in the future.

There is even a possibility of being suppressed into an ordinary class, and then the Son of Gold will replace it and become a new noble class.

Thinking of this, Bud felt that he was too scared and thought about too much about relationships?

It's just that his hands kept shaking, and his intuition told him that it was really possible.

"I'm really crazy!"

On the one hand, Bard felt that this was impossible, but on the other hand, his subconscious mind told him that it was very likely to be a future fact.

The two contradictory emotions made him feel upset.

"Why are you crazy?"

A familiar voice rang behind Bard.

Instead of looking back, Bud continued to look ahead and asked, "Why are you here?"

"You are not closed." The noble magician who was walking with Bud walked to Bud and looked at the night sky like him, but found that there was no beautiful scenery to see. He asked curiously: "What's wrong with you? He looked depressed."

"I encountered some things today." Bud's friend didn't know how to tell his partner. He was afraid that he would be laughed at by the other party if he said his thoughts.

The young noble mage looked at his companion in surprise, and then asked, "What are you going to do next?"

"Nothing to do!" Bud sighed, feeling a little tired: "I plan to go to the Magic Tower tomorrow to authenticate Roland, and then rush back to the royal city as soon as possible."

The young nobleman frowned: "What the hell happened? Didn't you go to find an opportunity in the afternoon to humiliate Roland? Why do I see you are not happy at all?"

Happy? It's good to not be scared to death. Bud sighed helplessly: "When I wait tomorrow, I will tell you what I think on the way back to the royal city. Then don't laugh at me."

The young noble mage said helplessly: "It's mysterious, forget it, you are the auditor anyway, I'm just here to play, you can come whatever you like."

Bud chuckled, but his smile was a little bitter.

Roland returns to Beta's home.

The two women who were still crying had swollen eyes as if they were peaches, looking at him expectantly.

"Your parents are safe." Roland nodded and said, "I should be back home now, but I still said the same thing, and finally advised them to leave the city. We still haven't found out who the murderer behind the scenes."

The two women bowed to him and left Beta's house.

Beta took out a plate of salt and fried beans from the kitchen, then made some fruit wine and put it on the table: "Tell me what happened."

"Even the bragging food is ready." Roland smiled, sat down, took a sip of wine first, and said, "When we went to the target location, he had been killed. But I also know the target killer, Bud from the royal city!"

"Does he want to erase the clues?" Beta asked.

Roland shook his head: "No, something happened to your maid before he arrived in Delbon. It had nothing to do with him. He just found out what we wanted to do, did what we wanted to do one step ahead of time, and wanted to use this to humiliate me."

"Is this person... wrong?" Beta also ate the salt beans and asked with a frown.

"Young master of the noble family, how can we ordinary people understand the idea?" Roland remembered that Bud was frightened by the three of them at that time, and couldn't help but chuckled: "Before Bud left, he told us that the gang leader who was killed by him took everything on his body. Logically speaking, this matter should be finished."

"But it's obviously the blame?" Beta continued.

Roland nodded: "We guess Lisa was penetrated by the Ice Sword, so her blood was not left at the scene. The murderer should be aware of magic. The gangster boss was covered in fat and his arms were bigger than his head. How could he be a mage? Besides, I didn't feel any signs of magic elements in the gang leader."

Beta was a little unhappy: "The clue was broken again?"

"No, there are clues instead." Roland sneered slightly: "Bad was not very interested in us at first. At most, he was arrogant and wanted to lose my achievements. But then he mentioned that we were the sons of gold, and it seemed that he had just learned that it was obvious that someone had told him about us in the past two days."

Beta was also very smart, and he immediately understood: "Which place Bud lives recently?"

"Castle!" said Roland, "The city lord is leading his troops outside. Who is the person in the castle now? Who is the person who has an objection to our Son of Gold?"

Beta's eyes lit up: "There are traces of magic elements on that person?"

"Although he tried his best to hide it, I could still feel it, there is!" Roland's fingers gently tapped the edge of the wine glass, and there was a little fire in his eyes: "I originally thought Aldo was more likely, but now John is also entering my sight."

Beta took a deep breath: "This man has a good reputation among the civilians, and many people say he is considered a conscience among the nobles."

"It's just a superficial act." Roland sneered: "I told Vivian before that if he really cares so much about the people, then he should work hard to reduce the number of beggars in the city and maintain public order here, rather than ignore some nobles' cannibalism."
Chapter completed!