Mages Are Too OP

Roland does not consider himself to be the spiritual successor to Prime Minister Cao, nor does he like human wives.

It was just that the one he liked, Andonara, happened to be a human wife.

The young nobleman was stunned at Roland's expression of extreme displeasure, and he said carefully, "I'm sorry, these things really shouldn't be said in public, Your Excellency, where are you staying now?

He was trying to get on good terms with Roland.

Because according to the family's information, the eldest princess Stephanie and this man's relationship was quite good, and there was a suspicion of adultery.

He had read the report, and it seemed that the Grand Princess's dead husband had been killed by Roland when he resurrected and tried to take revenge on the Grand Princess.

The eldest princess is both a widow and a wife.

The queen was a wife.

The young nobleman had no doubt that Roland was the wife of a man.

He thought it was because he had called out Roland's hobby that he upset him.

In France, there is no discrimination on the matter of wife-control, but the son of gold may have his own custom.

As a result, Roland's face became even darker when he heard this.

If it wasn't for the fact that Roland's outlook was righteous, he would have slapped the young nobleman until his teeth were rotten.

The young nobleman was left depressed.

The young nobleman was left depressed, and he also knew that he seemed to have stepped on a mine.

The surrounding players, many of whom had heard their conversation, were all laughing happily.

Watching a big brother make a fool of himself ...... and then gloating, that's life.

The entire vicinity of the portal was filled with an air of happiness.

For the next few days, Roland stayed near the portal, partly to control the unsettled Farangs nobles, and partly to wait for the God of Light.

The other reason was to wait for the army of the God of Light to come and help Shuk if there really was any friction.

No one wants to get into trouble, but in most cases, things will always go badly.

This is still a theory that some guy studied, although whether it's right or not is another matter.

Roland wanted to get through this period of time in peace, except that one thing led to another.

First, there was the friction between the Francian nobles and the local Sicilian army.

Of course they didn't dare to mess with the seemingly powerful Sons of Gold at first, but as young men, they had to have fun, of course.

At first they were honestly looking for brothel workers, but then the mediocre quality of the workers, how could they satisfy their demands, and as a result, the gang reached out to the good women of the city of Sicilia.

Rhetoric and monetary inducements were not the end of the line.

Gradually, things began to happen that were hard-hitting.

This caused quite a bit of public outrage in the city of Cecilia.

Roland dealt with this kind of thing by simply breaking the legs of the other party, and then throwing them in front of the sufferers to make them apologize and pay compensation.

At one point, Roland's relationship with this group of Farangs was on ice.

The first time I saw this, I thought it was a good idea.

In the beginning, Roland alone, the young soldiers of France dared to resist and scold Roland, but then Brazil, Li Lin and other members of F6 entered to help, and these people became more restrained.

The first time I saw this, I thought it would be a good idea for me to have a little more information about it.

The players, of course, didn't wimp out, and all at once the two-thousand-odd young soldiers were subdued.

They didn't dare to let out a single fart.

The players didn't use any real weapons. They all took sticks or training sticks, unsharpened iron swords and wooden swords, and turned the two thousand young soldiers over.

The scene was bloodied and a lot of people were seriously injured.

But no one really died.

After that, nothing happened to Roland.

There were twenty or so men on this picket line who had a particularly unusual air about them.

They walked straight and sat upright.

When they stood, they were as straight as a pine, and their hands would be palmed inward against the center line of their pants.

The leader of the group spoke in a particular style, opening with 'all of them' and ending with the customary 'dismissed on the spot', interspersed with some interesting terms, such as 'hard and simple', 'correct thinking' and the like.

Every time they saw this group, the expressions of the other players would become very subtle.

Then this group of people took over the management of the two thousand young soldiers.

Each took over a hundred men and stationed them near the city of Sicilia.

After asking the mage players to make some simple bungalows, they got up early in the morning and returned home late at night to exercise with the young soldiers.

What morning running with weights, drill columns in the morning, and positive steps in the afternoon.

In the evening there will be a moral and ethical education course.

The first thing you need to do is to take a look at the newest products that are available on the market.

In this regard, all the players, although they all look like they understand, but no one said anything.

After all, ...... but all of my friends who have been to college, have been trained by these types of people.

It's just not the process of corporal punishment.

It was really much easier for Roland when someone was willing to take charge of the young soldiers.

Not long after, a group of the Temple of Light's Praetorian Guard mobilized, and there were three holy warriors who followed.

Among them was Dana, whom Roland knew.

When she saw Roland, she looked for an opportunity to come over and asked, "How is that ...... Bertha doing now?"

The young holy warrior girl's expression was rather shy.

"Quite well." Roland smiled and said, "Would you like me to open a teleportation array over there for you?"

She shook her head, "I'm just asking, as long as he's okay."

She then waved goodbye to Roland and followed the troops into the magic portal.

It seems like there should be nothing left for you.

Roland is considering whether he should go to the magic front and continue to brush up his reputation, or study magic first!

For example, if we improve the black cloud flying technique, make the area of the cloud larger, and carry dozens, then hundreds of people at a time, wouldn't that be a simple flying machine?

In that case, the beheading plan will be useful.

It is also extremely mobile, and with a particularly strong combat team, such as the girls from the Phoenix Guild, flying around harassing and killing the demons, it must be very fast to brush up on your reputation.

Think of all the sensations.

It was decided that improved magic would go.

After all, sharpening a knife doesn't make it any easier.

As Roland was trying to teleport back to Delbone, the picket leader came to the door.

"Hello, Comrade Roland." This man had a Chinese face and a rather calm temperament: "I am the president of the Red Sun Guild, Paul."

"Paul Kochakin?" Roland asked subconsciously.

"Just Paul." He smiled quite happily, with a silly flavor, "We have some things we'd like to trouble you with."

Roland gestured, "Go ahead."

"We have more than seven hundred people in our guild ......"

When he heard this, Roland almost wanted to whistle.

Now, the most popular guild in plain sight would be the Phoenix Guild.

In addition to the core members, the hundred or so elven summoning sisters who were close to being masters, or who were already masters, they also had nearly three hundred peripheral members.

Also all summoners.

There are only a few girls who love to fight and upgrade, and the 300+ girls prefer to travel around or simply be a life player with a summoner's profession on top.

Everyone has different philosophies about playing the game and can't be forced.

It's a very good hiding place, and if they hadn't popped up on their own, not many people would have known.

But it seems normal to think about the other person's background.

Paul continues, "Right now, we only have two major occupational groups, warriors and archers, and of course a little bit of logistics, which can be considered a serious bias. A purely physical attack leaves us with quite a lack of offensive and defensive tools."

"No spell casters?"

Paul shakes his head.

Roland was stunned, "Warlock no?"

Paul continues to shake his head.

"Where's the priest?"

"We are materialists, and we have our own beliefs." Paul laughed helplessly.

In order to become a priest, one had to believe in a certain god.

Roland understood what the other party was thinking: "So you've asked me to come here to help you train mages?"

"Right." Paul nodded, "Actually, the profession of Warlock, we can indeed be inaugurated, but the magic involved in it, we are not used to it. Whether it's a demonic pact, or many special chaos magic, we can't use it."

This is normal.

The nature of the Warlock's profession made them biased towards, preferably, neutral chaos.

But the group in front of us is probably all Order Goodness.

Incumbent warlocks are fine, but mages might be less powerful.

There's also no way to contract demons, and their combat power is less than half that of normal warlocks.

As for priests, they are really a no-brainer.

So a mage who didn't eat any camp restrictions became the only choice for their spellcaster profession.

"Done, I can do that." Roland nodded, "My magic tower can take another hundred or so apprentices."

"Thank you." Paul didn't expect Roland to be so easy to talk to, "We don't need a hundred places either, twenty or so will do. By the way, how much are your tuition fees."

"Your words, free!" Roland said bluntly.

He's about to get rich, and it's not a matter of raising two dozen more apprentices.

Paul shook his head, "It's no good, we can't let the masses suffer. It's a matter of discipline."

Roland thought about it and said, "Okay, just give any number you want."

Paul laughed and said, "In three days, our people will report to you in the city of Delbone."

"I'll go back and get ready then."

"Okay, thank you." Paul remembered something and said, "By the way, if there's anything we can help you with after the hair, just say so, as long as it's not something evil, we'll definitely help."

"You're welcome."

Roland waved his hand to the other party, and then teleported back to Delbone City.

As soon as he returned to Delbang City, Roland immediately started the magic experiment.

The magic node of that Dark Cloud Flight technique was dissected by him layer by layer, and underwent a lot of modifications.

On the third day, the promised twenty-odd apprentices arrived at Delbone City.

As they entered the city, they caused a little commotion.

As they walked in two rows, their movements were neat and tidy, and their demeanor was quite solemn, one could tell at a glance that they were elite soldiers.

At that time, Andonara's uncle Cage happened to be patrolling the city walls with his security team, and was shocked to see the twenty-four men.

He immediately ordered the gates to be closed, and then nervously asked these twenty men where they came from and what they were doing in the city of Delbone.

The visitor answered truthfully.

Hearing that they were coming for Roland, Cage was relieved and asked the men to confirm it with Roland, while he stood on the wall and continued to keep an eye on them.

The security officer next to him was surprised and asked, "Boss, is it necessary to be so nervous, the other side only has twenty-four people, we have over two hundred, we can pile them up too."

"That's weird." Cage slapped the man on the head, "You guys can't even take them with another hundred of you."

"No way." The vigilantes beside him were all surprised.

"First of all, these people are all professionals, and although their ranks are low and they look like wizards, their auras are so heavy that they look like battlefield mages from the military." Cage continued: "And they did what they were told. From a moment ago until now, all of them stood in two rows on the side of the road without moving a muscle, which is not the level of an elite, but that of a dead man.

"It's just standing firm, what's so great about it?"

Cage eyed the vigilante with disdain: "What do you know? The most important thing about the army is that it's an order that prohibits us from doing what we're told. On the battlefield, morale is something that is too important."

"So powerful?"

Cage nodded, "If it's the enemy, putting them in the city would probably kill through our defenses, and then they could still get away with about half of them."

The sheriff's men were numb.

Cage then said, "But don't worry too much, their strength is against us ordinary people, ordinary professionals only, against a genius mage like Roland, it won't be much use."

"Right, so they've come to us to learn magic." Roland dropped down from the back of the air.

"Roland, they did come looking for you, right?"

Roland nodded, "Let them in."

As the group of people entered the city, Roland also dropped down and took them to go through the enrollment procedures for the magic school.

At the same time, he gave Vincent de, the identity of these people.

Vincent De was numb after hearing this, "My winter, even the official people are looking for you to learn magic."

Roland spread his hands.

Then he went back to the manor and continued his study of magic.

After five more days, Andonara found him: "Roland, I'm sorry to disturb your spell research, but I have to tell you something, we're running out of money."

"How so?" Roland was surprised: "Don't we have a lot of gold coins?"

"The magic you've been researching lately uses all the best magical resources and materials, so ......" she gestured helplessly, "If you stop researching for a while, you can still earn back with the income we have. "

Often times, the study of magic is so expensive that it can't be helped. A large city that can support two top magicians is already rich.

"How long will it take for a while?"

"About three months."

Such a long time, by then maybe the Magic Expedition was all over and the cauliflower was all cold.

Roland thought about it, the stall on the Magic Goddess side, not spread out so quickly, it would probably take half a year to get the money, so he had to make money again.

So he went on the forum and made a post.

"Out of Money, Auction Dragon Meat Reagent

A few moments later, the posters were flooded with replies.