Mages Are Too OP

Roland looked around and asked, "Where's your Marguerite?"

It is reasonable to say that, as a riding dragon, Margaret would not leave Shuk.

She is a red dragon, and her natural inclination is on the evil side, although she has done no evil. But even so, a red dragon in the army of the Holy War is not appropriate, if it is a silver dragon, or gold dragon, no problem."

The Metal Dragons were on the side of the Order camp, and I heard that their relationship with the God of Light was quite good.

Roland smiled and said, "Then you go, I'll stay here for a while, and if there really is a situation like the one you mentioned, I'll find a way to deal with it."

"Thank you."

Shuk then took the Light Praetorian Guard and directly entered the teleportation formation, and the last to follow was the Light God Cult's logistics unit.

A large amount of ordnance and military rations went into the portal along with it.

The players looked on, pointing and pointing.

It's not that they have anything against the Light Praetorian Guard, but they are learning.

Looking at the other army's professional configuration, looking at their formations, and so on.

A little further away, there was another army composed entirely of young nobles.

The number of men was small, only about 2,000.

If you counted the logistical troops, it was about five lines of people.

These people were all quite good-looking, and from their fair skin and arrogant expressions, one could tell at a glance that they were all of noble birth.

Then these people's expressions became arrogant again.

It can't be helped, but what was in front of them just now was the famous Light Praetorian Guard, and it was led by a Holy Warrior.

The Holy Warrior ...... is the kind of Holy Warrior who cuts people down, says you're evil, and the others have to recognize you.

But no one with any intelligence would think of clashing with such a person.

When they left, they were surrounded by thousands of Sons of Gold.

Before they came from France, the Grand Princess Stephanie had told them three times not to mess with the Sons of Gold and not to do anything bad in front of them.

Otherwise, not even the royal family can save you!

They all remembered it.

And their own families also have intelligence-gathering abilities, and are quite aware of the Son of Gold's fame.

It's just that the deterrence is not as strong as that of the Praetorian Guard after all.

After all, what you get on paper is always shallow.

When the Praetorian Guard all went in, many players followed.

The place was soon much emptier.

Then a young nobleman walked up to Roland and asked, "May I ask if this is Sir Roland?"

Roland nodded his head.

"The Grand Princess asked me to report to you, and he said you would arrange for us." After speaking, the young nobleman took out a letter and handed it over, "This is what she asked me to give you."

Roland opened the letter, and judging from the handwriting, it should be written by a woman, and it was signed with the seal of the royal family of France.

The letter asked Roland to control these young people, they were all descendants of nobles of all sizes, and were the future of the Kingdom of France.

Not all of the young nobles were useless, but ninety percent of the two thousand or so were really interested in training.

Only a hundred or so were young nobles who came to take credit for lying down, and these people were all after the great nobles, about whom a little more care had to be taken.

The actual time of the day, you will be able to find a lot of people who have been in the area for a long time.

After reading the letter, Roland asked, "What's your name?".

"Hunter Biden!"

Roland was stunned, "The youngest son of General Biden?"

"No, I came in second." Hunte was nervous. Hunte was a little nervous as he continued, "The youngest brother's name is Richard."

Luckily it wasn't the eldest ...... Roland vaguely remembered that King Edward of France seemed to have said that Biden's youngest son had a special relationship with his sister-in-law.

However, Biden's second oldest looked quite capable.

His rank is LV7, which is the highest rank in the Fransish noble troops.

It seems that Stephanie didn't choose her commander indiscriminately, and the one she appointed was at least somewhat capable.

"Then what are your plans?" Roland asked.

Hente stood up straight: "The Grand Princess told us to do everything at your command."

Roland thought about it and said, "You guys continue to be stationed here and wait for some time before you go into the magic world to check it out."

"Okay, no problem."

Hunde nodded, returned to the troops, and said Roland's words again.

As a result, there was a commotion there, and a group of people made a scene.

About thirty people cursed and yelled at Henriette, while Roland watched quietly.

Hente was trying his best to explain, and he watched as the anger of the people grew.

Finally more than twenty people came over to Roland in unison.

Hente was anxiously trying to persuade them, but they were indifferent and walked right up to Roland.

In fact, not only Roland, but also many players around him were attracted by this noise.

These twenty people stopped in front of Roland, and they looked at him.

Roland also quietly looked at them, without speaking.

After a moment of silence, a young man, who looked sunny and good at socializing, walked out of the twenty or so people.

He stared at Roland and said, "Are you the Grand Master Roland that Her Highness said?"

Roland raised his eyebrows and nodded slightly.

"I'm sorry to take up some of your time." The young man appeared quite polite, and his smile was infectiously friendly: "Although the Grand Princess said that we all have to listen to you, I would like to ask, has Your Excellency ever led an army?"

"No, I'm better at solo combat." Roland paused and said, "The other squad is also good at commanding battles."

"In that case, you are incapable of leading us." The young man continued to smile, "Military combat is different from squad combat, it involves a lot of things, and those who have not learned this knowledge cannot do it well."

Roland oh, "So what do you mean?"

"Your Excellency must be very capable to receive the Grand Princess's recommendation by name." The youth pointed to the noble army at the rear, "But we, all of us, are very honorable, so we can't have any of us sacrificed, you know what I mean."

"You want to stay in the rear and not participate in the battle? No problem, that was our intention." The youth waved his hand: "That's not what I meant.

The youth waved his hand, "That's not what I mean. We will also participate in the battle, but we will only kill some demons that we can kill, and the kind that won't hurt us, Your Excellency understands what I mean."

Understood! Of course I understand!

He just wanted Roland to tie up the demon captives and send them to be killed.

"Yes you can, but what price will you pay?"

Roland didn't feel insulted. He already knew very well what kind of virtue the nobles of this world were.

The other side's thoughts and three views were very different from the players.

What many players find unbelievable and incomprehensible is, in their view, common sense.

For example, even though the Grand Princess had given three orders not to clash with the Son of Gold, they still did it.

Just because they feel ...... they are nobles, as long as they speak more tactfully and less bluntly, it is not a conflict.

"Didn't you guys agree to let us come over and get the credit?"

"It's true that we agreed to let you get the credit, but we didn't say we would protect you and obey you." Roland smiled.

The youth's expression was confused, and he looked at his companions and found that their expressions were equally confused, so he continued, "We have so many noble heirs here, and you are not willing to obey us? Didn't the King ask us to recruit our own squad and private army?"

What?

Roland was stunned.

Then he realized that the king of France was burying a pit.

He presumably wanted the nobles to continue to accept some sons of gold for use in the kingdom of France.

After all, the immortal warriors and mages, any family that got them, would be a great weapon.

At the same time, the number of sons of gold that each noble family can recruit is an indication of how strong their background is.

Of course ...... the royal family doesn't need this.

Their own daughter, Stephanie, has already caught the biggest potential of the Sons of Gold, Roland!

It turns out that the king had this in mind, yet Stephanie knew more about the Son of Gold, which is why her letter to Roland said something like ...... Just don't kill him.

"Obedience to you, maybe someone will be willing." Roland pointed to the surrounding players, "As long as you offer a high enough reward, there will always be people willing to go with you. It's up to you whether or not you can pull someone in."

The young man looked around at the sons of gold and was confused, then he said, "Why don't Sir Roland help me choose some people, and for every one who is willing to join my family, I'll pay you a gold coin as an introduction fee." One gold coin.

One gold coin, that's a lot of money!

If it were two years ago, Roland would have taken on this task.

But now after ...... gave the Multiplayer Teleportation Magic Array to the Goddess of Magic, he won't lack money in the future, and money is no longer as important as dignity and face.

He waved his head and said: "I am not interested, you guys handle it yourselves. But I still have one thing to say, you stay here, you have to abide by the rules here. If you do not want to do something degrading to the dignity of the nobles, you better not do it, or else you will be killed, and I won't be blamed.".

The young nobleman looked around at the players, he took a step forward and asked in a low voice, "Sir Roland, just tell us whether we should go to the front line or not."

"No." Roland said smilingly, "So you can recruit people without any worries, but remember, if others don't agree, you mustn't come by force, or I won't guarantee your safety."

"Understood!"

The young nobleman looked around at the players, eager to try out, especially the attractive female players, who were his main target.

Then he looked back at Roland: "I heard that Sir Roland seduced the queen of this small country two years ago, and I am deeply impressed. I'm also interested in other people's wives, and we'll exchange experiences later."

Roland's face immediately turned black as the bottom of a pot.