Mages Are Too OP

Galen is the wealthiest man in town for a simple reason: he has a mayor's father, he has a miscellaneous mine, and every year the profits from the ore, although not much, need to live without worries, don't be too simple.

Galen looked up and down at Roland, and finally, on Falkan's face, he had to say, "Well, since you're talking, I'll take this nephew, but I'm a fair man. He can dig as many mines as he wants, I'll give him as much money as I want, and I won't take special care of him. How about that? ”

Falkan laughed, “No problem. ”

Then he patted Roland on the shoulder and turned away slowly. Galen opened the door of a big house of rocks, and a rocky, smelly blue flavor came up, and it was a big warehouse filled with lots of ore, flowers, greens, and sorted piles.

Galen took a hoe out of it, and a big basket, and threw it in Roland's face and said, "This is your tool, dig in the hole… By the way, I need to write down your name. ”

Galen picked up the fountain pen, took a pen out of the desk drawer and flipped it carefully: "Go ahead, report your age. ”

“Roland, seventeen. ”

In reality Roland is 22 years old, but the game character is set to be 17 years old, between teenagers and young people, so he can only report it, after all, he is young now, even if he is 22 years old, he will not believe it.

Galen wrote her name on the sub, and Roland took a sneak peek and found that the worlds text was hieroglyphic, the font was slightly skewed, and she didn't know if the text itself was the result of Galen's personal writing style.

Galen then waved at Roland, who took the hoe and the big basket and walked into the mine.

It is normal for the hole to be wide open and, after all, the mine to be ventilated. On the rock walls of the mine, every few dozen meters, there is an oil lamp hanging, the rock walls are wet and the hand is full of water.

Roland dragged the basket forward, the pits beneath his feet slumped, full of gravel, walked for a few minutes, finally heard the banging of the front, walked a few more times, saw the end of the mine, there were seven or eight people, scattered all directions of the mine, sweating as rain.

This is the real mining area, which is quite wide with a dozen meters of high rock tops, about 30 meters from the left and right sides, and very dim sight. Though there are oil lamps hanging on the surrounding rock walls, it is still difficult to see far away.

Roland jumped off the high ground, making a noise, and someone noticed him, but soon continued his mining business. For a miner, time is money, which is right.

After a closer look at the surrounding environment, Roland walked to a place where no one was present, lowered the basket, saw the other diggers waving position, and learned something like that.

On the afternoon of the mining day, sweat drops were dug with copper and purity was five.

In Tinker Bell's voice, Roland clearly remembered the poem. When online games were on the rise, he was a child under the age of 10, saving money, not eating breakfast for a month, before saving the first month of a X-Qi online tour, and the next day he smoked a hole for two hours, then exchanged the game coin for a month card, which forced him to play the game down.

The first online game, he was most impressed with mining, and now the world's first virtual cyber tour, he started digging again, not knowing whether to describe it in terms of rotation or fate.

Mining is hard work... It's tiring, but the player has a professional template, even if he is a practitioner like Roland, his physical qualities are much higher than the average person. When he started hogging, the hoe would always hit the hard rock surface, or the tip would get stuck in the rock seam, but the cooking always worked out, half an hour later, Roland felt that his waving force and timing seemed better.

A yellow-and-white stone was dug out, Roland picked it up and looked at it, then shook his head, threw it aside, and continued to wiggle. When Galen opened the warehouse, he took pictures of the ore in the warehouse using the system's own photography, so now he can use the system photos in his head to compare whether or not he was digging up the ore.

This contrast, of course, is not very accurate, but at least it is much stronger than you think.

Half an hour later, the other miners had already sat down and rested, and Roland was still digging. The other miners gathered, pointing at him behind his back, hidden laughter coming from him, listening to the sound, presumably laughing at Roland so forcefully, and growing fine and tender meat, certainly won't last long.

Roland left them alone and kept hogging, but now he's not tired, he keeps trying.

The miners took a break, laughed for a while, then continued digging, and an hour later they got tired of getting together and resting, while Roland was still waving. Now they're not talking about Roland anymore, they're just watching in silence.

After a short break, they continued to dig, but more than an hour later, they were tired to get together and rest, and Roland was still waving.

With incredible eyes, this group of miners looked at the thin young man in front of them, and a man could not help himself, walking to Roland's side, looking at the stones in his basket, and looking at a small cut-off wall recess that Roland had dug open, the look was complicated and elusive.

Roland pryed a rock from the rock wall, looked at it, threw it in the basket, and smiled at the miner who came next to him, then dragged the heavy basket and left the mine with the hoe.

At this point, the effect of knowing the language has disappeared, and Roland is too lazy to communicate with others.

A group of miners looked at him and saw that he had only about half a basket of ore in his basket, and suddenly found it tasteless.

Dragging the basket out of the mine, the dazzling sun outside allowed Roland's eyes to adjust for a while. Then he dragged the basket to Galen, lifting his hands and placing it on the other table.

The basket was heavy and almost crushed the table. Galen was terrified and woke up from his sleep. He glanced at the basket that blocked his sight, then sidelined to see it was Roland, and said a word in surprise.

It's just that Roland doesn't understand anymore, and he hears a string of Galen Killi grunting, and he can only shrug helplessly: "Sorry, the statute of limitations for knowing the language has passed. ”

Galen stunned for a moment and he couldn't understand what they were saying, but after all, he was a businessman, heading south, and he knew what was going on.

He wanted to say something else, then he could only helplessly remove the basket himself, start picking the stones in the basket, throw them aside if they were useless, then divide the quality into three piles, and finally he counted, taking 28 copper coins out of his waist bag and putting them on the table.

Roland picked it up, counted it, and turned around and left.