Mages Are Too OP

Roland had already predicted that he might be blocked.

That Martin, although his contact time was extremely short, but looking at his words and actions, he didn't seem like a very disciplined person.

On the contrary, the other party was the current Warrior Guild President.

So Roland wasn't a bit surprised, he just looked at the other legendary warrior, a middle-aged man with a rather simple looking face, and sought to find out if he should fight in the street.

Roland always liked to make the first move.

However, considering the red name, so Roland couldn't really take the initiative to attack without the other party showing hostility.

It was just that his eyes were full of aggression.

Subconsciously, he looked at other people's vital points.

For example: the throat, temples, heart and other vulnerable parts.

Such a look, in the eyes of those who had been in battle for a long time, was actually 'killing intent'.

A few warriors backed away with a slight frown, the legendary warrior took a step forward, he said with a bitter smile, "Friend, don't be impulsive, we don't mean any harm."

No malicious intent?

Roland looked at the dozen or so warriors blocking his front and back, how this battle was coming.

"We're just subconscious of this habit."

The legendary warrior smiled bitterly as he waved his hand, blocking Roland's front and back, and stepped aside.

And the expressions of these warriors were all accosted and looked embarrassed.

The legendary warrior smiled and said, "Now Your Excellency can believe in our sincerity."

Roland nodded his head.

Well, the warriors' habits were indeed a bit strange.

Roland followed the legendary warriors around the city and finally arrived at a small manor that was quite remote.

Upon entering the manor, the door was immediately closed.

The garden was already prepared with tables and chairs, fruits and wine.

A few master warriors sat to one side, while the legendary warrior sat on the main seat first, then he extended his hand and invited Roland to sit down.

After Roland sat down, he said, "This time, I have invited Your Excellency over, but I actually want to discuss some matters with you."

"Please go ahead." Roland took a sip of the fruit wine on the table, just as he was also a little thirsty.

"Before I say anything, I have to introduce myself." The legendary warrior smiled and said, "I am the vice president of the Warrior's Guild, Grantham."

Roland nodded, indicating that he was listening.

"I know that not too long ago, President Martin of our guild met with you." The legendary warrior smiled and said, "And I also know that you seem to have developed a bit of a conflict."

"So, you want to help your president get back in the game?" Roland asked curiously.

Grantham waved his hand evenly, "How is that possible. Sir Roland, unlike Martin, I know you quite well."

"Oh?" Roland raised his eyebrows.

"The strongest mage of the Sons of Gold, immortal, the most important future counterpart of the Red Tower of Magic to cultivate. And your woman, the Queen of Hollyweird, is a legendary great swordsman." Grantham smiled, "I don't know if this information, is correct."

Roland put down his glass, "Both are correct. Your chairman, Martin, is completely unaware of my information, but you are aware of it. In other words, you guys didn't even upload the important information ...... I understand, it's not that Martin and I are at odds, it's that you guys are at odds with Martin."

Grantham was stunned, then shook his head, "Not bad for a wizard, that head is spinning fast. Not bad, the Warriors Guild is now mainly turned into two factions, the Succession Faction and the Election Faction. Martin Sr. gave the presidency to his son Martin Jr. It would be fine if Martin Jr. was very capable, but he's just a nuisance, not to mention capable of managing the guild, he can't even manage his own manor."

"So you want to take his place?" Roland cups the wine glass in his hand.

He didn't expect at all that he would be involved in such a power grab.

But it couldn't be said that he was involved, he could leave anytime he wanted to, knowing space magic was so capricious.

"Yes, the Warrior's Guild should be headed by someone more capable, such as Vice President Bichir." Grantham paused and said, "He's capable and more prestigious, he's the leader who can lead our Warrior's Guild into the future."

"I thought you'd say you'd be a better fit." Roland was surprised, "You're the vice president, and there's a vice president, how many vice presidents does your guild have?"

"Four."

"The power is divided quite a bit."

Roland probably understood the purpose of creating four vice presidents.

It was nothing more than to divide power and prevent power other than their own from becoming too concentrated.

People had selfish desires, and as long as they had a bit of power in their hands, they weren't too willing to give it up. And as long as the power is beneficial, there will be differences.

This way the four vice-presidents were in each other's way, it was hard to sway to the position of president.

Grantham smiled bitterly, "Your Excellency is a man of understanding. Now that the four vice-presidents, who happen to be divided into two factions, two on each side, our election faction doesn't have an advantage, at best it's evenly matched."

"Interesting internal format." Roland still found it strange, "But what does that have to do with me?"

"I want you to help us by ousting Martin from the chairmanship." Grantham smiled slightly, as if he was just pulling a family act when he said those words.

"Can't help, sorry, goodbye."

With a skilled quality triple company, Roland got up to leave.

What's the point of him getting involved in someone else's business.

Besides, Roland didn't trust Grantham, and he only believed half of what the other person said.

"Wait!" Grantham stood up eagerly, "Of course it matters, we are willing to give you many rare magical materials if you help us."

"Rare?" Roland laughed, "How rare can it be? Can't you still approve a hundred pounds of Star Meteorite for me?"

Starfall Ore was one of the top magic materials, and could replace many important spell casting materials, and could even be used as a catalyst for some alchemical potions.

To Roland, it was also a magic material that had to be used for the Floating City's foundation magic array.

It had to be at least sixty pounds.

And then the entire Hollyweird has now explored the Star Meteorite Mine, around fifty pounds.

The selling price was extremely high, Roland's Delbone City's magic tower, received about one pound only after a long time.

So he was all thinking of going to the magic world to dig the mine, I heard that this kind of mine was more abundant in the magic world.

"Can!" Grantham stared into Roland's eyes and gave a rather bandy smile, "The Starfall Ore is indeed a very expensive item, but a hundred pounds, our Warrior Guild can still afford it."

What a rich organization! And I didn't expect the Warrior Guild to have collected so much Star Meteorite.

Roland felt so sour in his heart.

I thought that I had made the magic tower in Hollyweird quite rich, but after having a comparison, it was tragically ravaged.

A hundred pounds of Star Meteorite Ore, at the current market price, could buy three of Delbone City's magic towers.

"Even if you did, you may not be willing to give me a hundred pounds of star meteorite ore." Roland shook his head helplessly.

"As long as you wait for Vice President Bichir to become the president, this hundred kilograms of Star Meteorite Ore can immediately be transferred to you."

Roland looked into the other party's eyes, "Do you know what this hundred pounds of Star Meteorite Ore means? So generous? I can't believe this is real, could it be a trap against me?"

Roland never believed in the pie in the sky thing.

Even if it did, it would only be picked up at a price.

Grantham shook his head: "We are not arrogant enough to deceive and harm a golden son. You will not die, but once you are allowed to discover the truth, the next thing I dare to assert is that those who have harmed you will be hunted down and killed by your madness."

"Oh, indeed." Roland looked into the other party's eyes, "So, how am I going to cooperate with you guys."

It was true that Roland didn't want to get involved in other people's family affairs, but that Martin guy wasn't a good person at a glance, and based on Roland's experience, people like Martin who had a little chicken belly field anger would definitely find a way to get back at them afterwards.

Rather than waiting for someone else to hit the door, it was better to take the initiative to attack first.

Roland he wouldn't say that he was fascinated by the payment of a hundred pounds of star meteorite.

He didn't want to agree to it, but helplessly the other party was paying too much ah.

Hearing Roland agree to it, Grantham was very happy.

He believed that no magician could stand up to the temptation of a large amount of star meteorite ore.

"It's actually not difficult for you to cooperate."

Although Grantham was already in his own manor, he still looked around left and right to observe if anyone was eavesdropping and so on.

It was just a habitual action of many people who would subconsciously look around whenever they were talking about business.

They don't want what they are talking about to be leaked out.

Grantham told Roland about his plan, and after about ten minutes, Roland gave a thumbs up: "Your plan is very operational now."

Grantham shook his head, "Just so-so, mainly because we've waited too long for this opportunity."

Roland stood up, "See you tonight then."

"See you tonight." Grantham also stood up and sent Roland out of the manor.

When night came, Roland sat in the carriage of the Grand Princess Stephanie, and they arrived at the entrance of the great manor of Pinewood Forest in the Northern Effect.

On the side of the entrance rationale, there was a slew of carriages parked.

Each carriage carried an understated luxury.

In the courtyard behind the gate, there were already many gentlemen and ladies standing on the grass, divided into several small groups.

Many people were shocked when Roland and Stephanie came out of the horse-common.

Because Stephanie was known to be a clean woman, even though her husband was dead, she had never been seen at such a messy party before.

And Martin was extremely good with women, so the parties he threw carried that kind of smell.

Especially the dark time after the party, when the catch is whoever is playing, is soiled to the bone.

No one ever thought the Grand Princess would show up at a place like this.

And with a little white guy.

Some sharp-eyed playmates noticed that Grand Princess Stephanie's expression was quite happy.

Did the princess want to 'get through'?

Some young noblemen who long to look beautiful were ecstatic.

In fact, Stephanie was indeed quite happy that Roland had paid the price of ten bottles of Dragon Meat Reagent again to ask the former to help her put on a show.

Ten vials of Dragon Meat Reagent, that's another large sum of money.

Can it not be happy!