Dirty Politics
Editor: Henyee Translations
Looking at the helpless look on Roland's face, the nobles on the other side were all smiling.
It didn't affect their opinion of Roland; after all, the other Golden Sons acted in a manner befitting their status as brutes and a priest who dedicated his piety to God. They weren't very smart, but wasn't that normal?
Therefore, the person they valued the most and were most apprehensive about was still Roland.
This young mage clearly looked to be at the Elite level, but in reality, he might be an Archmage.
The old woman's name was Caroline. She looked at Roland and said in a slow tone characteristic of old people, "Indeed, we are all distant relatives of the John family, so what do you have in mind, Your Excellency?"
"If you're all related, I'm just curious as to why you can sit down and talk to us peacefully instead of planning to avenge the mayor?"
Not only was Roland curious about this question, Hawk and the others were also quite curious.