"My lord Pluto, who is in charge of the mysteries of the circulation of wealth in the world of Vares, is very interested in the comprehensive spell network you have created, but it is a pity that we met too late, otherwise I would gladly contribute to the creation of this great cause."

Alberton Weinstein mentioned the "Far East Cloud Network" created by Roland, revealing his heartfelt regret. At his age, when he has read all the vicissitudes of life, there are only a handful of things worth remembering, and not being able to participate in the creation of the cloud network is the biggest regret recently.

Pluto is the "goddess of wealth" of Varestianyu, and her followers are all over the world, and many of her followers are practitioners in industry, commerce and finance. Since Pluto and Perot are allies, the Imperial Holy See can only acquiesce in the popularity of "Pluto worship" represented by the "money worship" trend in the imperial government and the opposition.

Alberton Weinstein is the elect of Pluto, the goddess of wealth, and has a keen sense of business innovation, and was shocked when he heard about Roland's cloud network architecture, so he made an exception to receive this overly young guest, but he took into account the attitude of the Imperial Holy See, and could not personally participate in the construction of the cloud network, and missed the opportunity for the Weinstein family to continue to grow on the "cloud network" ride, which is deeply regrettable.

Roland comprehended the old mage's mood, smiled and promised: "As long as the Imperial Government and the Holy Light Holy See do not interfere, on behalf of the Cloud Network Management Committee, I welcome your old man to join the shares. ”

"How can you not interfere, those selfish politicians, and the brainless priests......" The old mage sighed, took Roland's hand and said earnestly, "I will remember your promise, and if I don't see that day while I live, I will also tell future generations to fulfill this wish for me." ”

"Take care of yourself, I'll do what I say." Roland solemnly promised.

The cloud assets, cloud commodities and cloud services carried by the cloud network are all special forms of wealth, and Roland promotes the cloud network to the entire Vares world, with the ultimate goal of establishing financial hegemony. In fact, this is a challenge to the theocracy of the goddess of wealth, and this lady with powerful divine powers is by no means easy to mess with. It would be the best of both worlds for Roland to win the support of the goddess of wealth and turn this formidable rival into an ally by teaming up with the Weinsteins.

Roland didn't want to disturb the old mage's rest, so he got up and took his leave after a few simple conversations. Old Man Weinstein struggled to stand up and send him off.

When he went out, Roland glanced back and found that little Raven had turned his back and shook the flask with concentration.

On the way back to the living room in the front yard, Goodman couldn't hide his pride and took the initiative to introduce Roland to how good his youngest son was.

"At a young age, he showed an extraordinary talent for magic, and he was most valued by the old man, so he had to sacrifice his spare time to study magic."

While Raven's classmates were playing carefree, he was tutored by his grandfather at home, delving into the arcane formulas that even adults would have a headache with.

Roland listened to Goodman's fancy show off of his youngest son, and wanted to laugh but couldn't help it. Maybe parents have this hobby, but there is no WeChat circle of friends in the world of Vares that is convenient for "showing babies", and Mr. Goodman can only prove to visitors through traditional social methods that the younger generation of the Weinstein family is young and has successors.

Roland thinks back to Raven's age...... Forget it, there's no comparison. I was ashamed and couldn't help but think of the famous poisonous chicken soup:

If you are not afraid that others are from a better background than you, you are afraid that others are not only from a better background than you, but also smarter and harder than you.

……

Roland followed Goodman back to the front yard, and as soon as he reached the door of the living room, he heard an argument coming from the room, and it seemed that there were women crying.

Goodman stopped in front of the door, his face changed slightly when he heard the crying, and he barely managed to keep his composure and said to Roland: "It's Mathilde and Sophia who have returned from the 'Whalebone Brace Club', it sounds like they have just finished a bad party, let's go in and see what is going on." ”

"Hopefully it's not a big deal." Roland smiled wryly. When he came to visit, he happened to encounter a dispute in his master's family, hoping that the Weinsteins would not treat him as a disaster that brought bad luck.

Hurrying back to the living room, Roland saw at a glance that the center of gravity of the family was the pretty young woman with a high belly, sitting on the thickly padded sofa, holding little Alberton's hand, wiping tears and chattering about something.

Without the introduction of the master, Roland could also see that this pregnant lady was Princess Sophia, the wife of little Alberton and the sister of Prince Frank's mother. This golden branch and jade leaf married Alberton Jr., which is full of prosperity for the Weinstein family, and it is not surprising that she is pregnant, so it is not surprising that she has become the focus of the stars in the family.

Princess Sophia had just returned home, and for some reason her face was flushed with anger and tearful eyes to complain to her husband about the injustice she had suffered at the club, while little Alberton repeatedly tried to convince her that she was not worth the anger over the quarrel.

Brittany and Palatine join in comforting Sophia, but in Roland's view, Palatina's comfort is still a little sincere, and Brittany is eager to find out what happened to her sister-in-law, as a laughing stock to be teased.

Sophia seemed to have made up her mind to cry, but no one could persuade her. At this moment a middle-aged lady who was still charming walked into the drawing-room, took off her lady's hat with a gauze net, and naturally handed it to Mr. Goodman, kissed him on the cheek, and said in a low voice: "My dear, it's a terrible day, and I should have listened to your advice to stay and entertain the guests, instead of going to the Whalebone Club to trouble myself." ”

"If these unpleasant experiences are appropriate to talk about in the living room, dear Mathilde, then sit down and tell me what is going on." Goodman kissed his wife back, helped her take off her coat, and handed it to the maid along with her hat.

As soon as Mrs. Mathilde Weinstein returned to the living room, she immediately shifted the focus of the family to herself. She walked up to her daughter-in-law, who was still sobbing, caressed her cheek, and said softly, "My darling, watch your belly, don't be angry now." ”

"Dear Mathilde, please forgive me for not being able to control myself! I still can't believe I'm in such an embarrassing situation...... Alyona is a poisonous snake, how could she be vicious enough to say those things to my face?! Sophia snuggled into her mother-in-law's arms, crying and complaining.

"I can't be angry with that kind of person, poor Sophia, I've taken this bad breath for you." A strange smile appeared on Mathilde's face, and he leaned into his daughter-in-law's ear and whispered.

Sophia's red and swollen eyes suddenly widened, stopped crying, and asked excitedly and incredulously, "Is this true?" Mathilde, did you really deal with Alyona like this in front of everyone? ”