Mages Are Too OP

Roland didn't really want to get involved in these political battles and frame-ups, but wizardry was a profession that was extremely resource-intensive.

Not only did it require material resources, but it also required resources in terms of connections.

He felt that he had been able to get to where he was now at an extremely fast pace by taking advantage of a great deal of the human resources.

At the 'birth' point, he had Falcon, an old priest, to give him help and tips, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to cast spells so quickly.

When he arrived at Delbone City, he met Aldo and became the vice president of the magic tower of Delbone City, with a 'monthly salary', which gave him the basic capital to start.

After that was getting to know Ans, Andonara and other people who were extremely helpful to them.

There was also a group of gay friends who were secretly supporting themselves.

As long as there was an important task to call them, they would definitely come.

Consolidating resources and joining the Red Magic Tower, all the way to now.

After all these things, Roland felt that it was useful for a magician to just bury his head in the sand, but resources had to be acquired as well.

Whether it was resources in terms of magic materials, or resources in terms of connections.

After thinking for a while, Roland asked, "Okay, how can I help?"

"Help us say a few good words in front of the Grand Princess, and say a few stinkers to little Martin, that's all."

Roland eyed Grantham quietly.

The other smiled, his expression in the moonlight, a smile that was obviously very gentle, but from time to time gave the impression of a sneer.

Two or three sentences could decide a man's future.

The man was good at playing politics, smart enough.

No wonder he could become a legend.

Although warriors had the largest number of people, proportionally, the percentage of warriors becoming legends was the lowest of all professions.

This was because the average culture of warriors was low.

Whenever Roland had time, he would go and collect books.

Books on the Red Magic Tower, Space Magic Tower, and so on, he collected an extremely large number of them.

And specialize in books that were related to magic, to the professionals.

When he was really tired, he would look at books on local customs and such.

Due to the fact that players don't need to sleep, Roland has at least several hours more time to read or do experiments than the magicians in this world.

With more books, one would know more miscellaneous small knowledge.

For example, Roland learned that wizard was the profession with the highest legendary ratio, and the second was bard.

And these two professions were both professions that required learning a lot of 'knowledge'.

Mages first, almost all the high level bards were living dictionaries.

These craftsmen who were proficient in playing and singing traveled south and north, walking wherever there were intelligent creatures.

Accustomed to the joys of the world and the sorrows of the world.

Then they are also literate ...... to write a biography or compose a piece of music about what they see, hear, and hear.

The power of the spirit from the emotions of others.

Therefore, people who can become legends are very learned or insightful.

In contrast, the majority of warriors, the good guys who ate meat in large chunks and drank from bowls, didn't bother to learn.

When they encountered enemies, they would just slash and be done with it.

When they encountered a difficult situation, rushing would be finished.

In order to become a legend, one had to understand the true meaning of 'spirit'.

This aspect happens to be a mage's specialty.

It was also the bard's quest, so it wasn't incomprehensible that these two professions had a high chance of becoming legends.

So in a way, it was possible for a warrior who could fight for becoming a legend to be much more fearsome than a mage who became a legend.

"Okay, no problem." Roland nodded, "Then what's your price, Sir Grantham."

"Another thirty kilograms of Star Meteorite."

Roland frowned.

"That's the last of our star meteorite ore." Grantham spread his hands, "It may be true that it is not enough to pay you the price, but we could do it another way, like making friends."

From a superficial point of view, it seemed that thirty kilograms for a few words should be a big profit for Roland.

But from the inside, Roland was considered a loss.

First of all, such a thing as a favor was already mutual.

Although Roland and Andonara had been protecting the big princess all this time, she had also temporarily lent her territory to Roland, with taxes and power all in Roland's hands.

This was still a big investment made on the basis of Roland's ability to build Floating Sky City in the future.

And now asking the big princess to help Ducky to take away the position of Little Martin Warrior Duke ...... involved in it will be very troublesome.

Of course, in terms of cost, Little Martin is definitely not as important as a city's taxation rights and monitoring rights.

But ...... the territory is her own, and Stephanie can do with it as she wants.

And getting rid of Little Martin involved the issue of wrestling between forces, Roland felt that if he exported, the Grand Princess would definitely agree to help, but would it make her get even more involved in the political struggle of the royal city, thus affecting her layout, more careless, and even affecting her future possibility of inheriting the royal family?

Unlike inviting her to bring herself to a party, this was passive-aggressive getting involved in trouble. She was not aggressive in the eyes of others.

But to take the initiative to take away the position of the little mouse, this becomes aggressive.

Other powers, what other people think of her, whether it will lead to a power struggle or not, that also has to be considered.

So all kinds of problems are involved, it's easy for Roland to open his mouth, but the matters involved are not small.

If there are too many troubles on the elder princess's side, it might even affect the stability of her territory.

It might indirectly affect Roland's progress in making magic square bricks.

Seeing that Roland was still considering, Grantham smiled and said, "What is your Excellency still thinking about, but it is only a matter of a few words."

As if awakened by him, Roland shook his head, "I can't promise this. I don't have such strong influence in front of the Grand Princess!"

"So." Grantham sighed and said rather regretfully, "No matter what, we're still friends. In the future, if you have any dilemmas, you can come to our Warrior Guild and help us as much as you can."

"No problem." Roland nodded his head.

He didn't take Grantham's words seriously.

It was just polite words.

The two parties left.

Roland returned to the Grand Princess's manor.

At this time, the Grand Princess was sitting on the balcony, siping fruit wine.

These wines were usually low in alcoholic strength, and it would be hard to get topped up if you drank too much, but Stephanie's face was still tinged with two red hues.

They looked especially pretty under the white moonlight.

Roland sat across from her and asked with a smile, "Drinking mulled wine by yourself?"

"No!" Stephanie shook her head, "Do you need me to try to take Martin Jr.'s presidency off next?"

She looked at Roland fixedly, her eyes blinded, as if she had been drinking.

Roland shook his head, "No need."

"Why?"

"Too much trouble."

Hearing this, Stephanie laughed. She took the initiative to sideways pour half a glass of fruit wine into Roland's side of the glass, and then without waiting for Roland to pick up the glass, she directly touched the glass still on the table with her own glass, casual and crisp.

"Thank you." Stephanie smiled happily, her expression sincere and gentle, as if she had removed some kind of mask: "For being willing to consider me a friend."

Roland was smart, and his emotional intelligence was not low, and he understood what Stephanie meant.

In other words, from then on, Stephanie no longer saw him as a collaborator, but as a partner she could trust.

The two of them had also known each other for about half a year.

Until now, it was only now that they were truly close.

Between the mind and the heart, it's actually like two hedgehogs, collapsing a body of sharp needles, and no one dares to let down their guard first for fear of being pricked by the other.

But there are some spiritual spikes that are soft by nature, just seemingly hard, and you will be fine even if you take the initiative to approach them.

Unless you prick him hard first.

It had taken Stephanie six months, and this point tonight, but she had finally seen this.

So she generously unloaded all her defenses.

Roland picked up his glass and offered it to her, draining it in one gulp.

"Well, leave me twenty Dragonbone Potions so I can get you something nice and then you can go back to Delbone City." Stephanie smiled, "If you don't go back, I'm guessing Andonara will try to kill me."

"She's not that mean." Roland spoke as he took out the dragon meat reagent and placed it on the table.

"Are you sure? If you dare stay here for the night, I'll escape first myself." Stephanie smirked, "I don't want to be cut into several pieces with a sword by my other best friend."

Roland thought about it and realized that it seemed possible, and now teleported back to Delbone City.

Stephanie smiled happily as she watched where Roland had disappeared, and then sent the butler over to put away the dragon meat reagent.

Roland returned to Delbone City and rested for two days.

It was true that he was also tired during this time, not physically, but mentally.

Either he was studying and researching magic or doing quests, he had barely rested.

But for the past two days, he had been bored with Andonara, and Vivian.

It was resting, but it was as if he hadn't.

The spirit felt pleasant, but the body was so empty.

Quite subtly, Roland couldn't figure out if he was counting this as a break or not.

Then he sent a message to the guild chat room.

Roland: It's all up to master level, come four, let's team up and complete a copy quest, epic oh.

A follow up to the Vampire True Ancestor quest, he feels ready to proceed.

Shuk: I'll ride Margarita over here, I'll be there soon.

Leylin: I, Basie, and Raffi are still here at the Love Chapel in the Royal City of Uraganda, it's too far to ride back, it'll take a few days, Roland, you come and get us.

These three guys have been soaking in the love church over in Uraganda every day, using the power of dual cultivation, and have now managed to reach the master.

That's why Roland has initiated a mission gathering.

Roland: Okay, but wash up, you guys must stink after your multiple sports.

Leylin: Priestesses can clean up, brother.

Roland: Wait then, I'll buy a map of Uraganda first ...... I should be able to find you guys within 24 hours.

The matter was settled in a few words.

Vampire True Ancestor ...... Roland thought about it and found Kristina who had been left out of his own life for a long time.

"Do you know the Vampire True Ancestor?"

The now white and moist looking Christina glared, "Are you finally going to put your evil hands on little girls, boss? I thought you only liked wives and widows, so you're planning to find someone to marry before you get him killed."

Roland: ???