Mages Are Too OP

Finally, Roland still had a slightly unwieldy lunch with a knife and fork. Though he appreciated the gifts from the villagers, the dishes really didn't taste good in the conscience, and the fire was either too old or the dishes were simply wrong.

Mushroom sautéed fish... Tomato steamed chicken, Roland would definitely lift the table if any restaurant in reality dared to serve something like this, but here... just for a moment.

Also, knives and forks are wooden and dull, which makes it more difficult for Roland to enjoy lunch happily. In fact, iron knives and forks can only be used by millionaires and nobles in this game.

Even dishes of vegetables are made of wood, and it is conceivable to what extent the standard of living of ordinary civilians in the world is already low. And Roland can have a well-balanced lunch, which has been the elders of three children, doing their best.

After lunch, Roland's resurrection weakness just disappeared, and his body suddenly became lighter and his spirit improved.

It was a very strange feeling. When I was weak, it was as if I was seeing everything covered with a light veil. When my weakness ended, not only was the light veil gone, but everything I looked at had a bright and clear feeling, like I was hitting a highlight.

As soon as the body is comfortable and the mood naturally turns, Roland gauges with interest this thatched house, which is already his own. The entire house is about thirty square meters long, with the exception of a few pieces of wood used in the support structure of the house, which is filled with thatch and even the ground is covered with a thick layer of thatch.

The thatched grass is all clear gold and still smells of sun-dried fresh fragrance. Such a house in real life can be regarded as a popular tourist attraction, but here, it is just a thatched house.

The cabinets and beds look simple, just a few simple planks put together. It also retains the odor characteristic of wood products.

Now Roland started to thank the townspeople, and this thatched house, if he built it himself, would have taken more than a day, but a dozen people came along to help, and it actually took more than an hour.

When a person has a footing place, his heart will settle down. Now Roland is not in a hurry to go to the big city. He feels that he will set foot in this place first, find a job to support himself, and by the way, become familiar with the three spells, can release them, and then consider going elsewhere.

Otherwise, you're gonna have to hang up on some giant spider or something.

Roland sat in bed, rested, ate, and walked behind the church, ready to start practicing magic.

Once again, he investigated the spell book from the system and looked at the three magics that came with the characters when they were created.

Little Fireball Technique (First Class Magic)

Hand of the Mage (1st Magic)

Language proficiency (secondary magic)

After taking a deep breath, Roland started calling out the little fireball technique, and as he had done with language, a strange spatial diagram suddenly appeared in his mind with many blue nodes, the starting node being bigger than the others, and then it emitted a red line and connected to another blue node.

The situation was the same as with the first use of knowledgeable language, and the red line broke after a while of vibration. It's just that this is much better than the last time, Roland's head didn't explode, and he's alive, and his head hurts a little.

“This game is too real, isn't it? It's hard.” Roland couldn't help complaining: “Even putting on a spell is so hard... how can we live in the future? ”

Complaining and complaining, when his head stopped hurting, Roland ran another spell test and then failed. Wait 10 minutes, try again, fail again.

More than a dozen times, Roland's nose started to bleed, but he covered his nose and smiled softly. Failure is the mother of success, which is true, and although Roland still has not succeeded in delivering a spell, he has discovered it unexpectedly.

A white light suddenly appeared over Roland's head and covered his whole body. He felt the pain in his head quickly fade away, turning around and finding it was the old priest Falkan crouching his waist and slowly walking over.

“Thanks.” Roland turned around and waved at the old man.

Falcon looked at Roland as he walked forward, seemingly calm, and his mind rolled over like a wave of terror. He could see that Roland was smart and a natural practitioner, but he didn't expect the other party's growth cap to be entirely unexpected.

A generally superior practitioner, after two or three unsuccessful attempts, must rest for more than three days before continuing, otherwise his brain is traumatized by severe pain. But how many times did this young man fail? He saw the tail from the beginning, at least fifteen times, and the other side was just a little nosebleed, still looking refreshed.

Isn't it true that the Golden Son is such a monster?

“Have you found anything?” Falken stood by his surprise and lowered his voice to ask.

“I know what magic is all about. ”

Roland stretched out his hand, not long ago, and he added a little light red bulb to his palm, translucent, looking extremely pretty.

“Fire magic.” Falcon mumbled, some envy, some nostalgia, some jealousy, but these emotions all appeared for a moment, and then they were all broken apart by a kind of relief: “Knowing how to use magic, it's not far from successful methods. ”

Roland sighed, saying: “There are too many magic nodes, even if you know how to use magic, you can't remember. Different nodes seem to produce different magic effects. ”

More than a dozen failures not only taught Roland how to apply magic initially, but also made him understand the relationship between nodes and nodes, but the problem was that there were too many magic nodes and it was difficult to control the flow of magic nodes, which made magic full of variables.

Falcon turned around and went outside. He didn't want to stay here. The most frightening thing about the genius is seeing it thrive, which makes him feel jealous. In the teachings of the Goddess of Life, jealousy is a great sin.

Although Falkan intended to leave, his voice came from afar.

“Beginners of magicians need to read spells. ”

It was like a thunderbolt, hitting Roland's body, stiffening him for a moment, and then his head poured like a dawn, and he was happy.

He picked up a wooden stick from the ground, drew a section of the node on the mud, drew four in a row, then looked at it with a burning eye, then numbered each node, and looked at it first with joy, then became silent, and finally became angry.

He threw the stick forcefully forward and yelled at the sky, "Waste Game Development, isn't this math modeling? Is that necessary? Is it necessary to make this complicated? I was just trying to have a good game. Did our magician offend you? ”