Mages Are Too OP

It was noon, and the high sun seemed to burn everything, and the view a little further away from the road, became slightly distorted by the dance of the heat waves of the air.

Roland followed the trail back to the hillside, the church door was open, and he walked in and saw Falken treating a fat aunt, white columns of light covered the woman, and a moment later, the woman laughed and shook dozens of pounds of fat and walked away, even Homai.

After doing this, Falcon saw Roland and didn't say anything. He threw in a language technique. And then he said, "How much mining money did you make? ”

“Twenty-eight copper coins.” Roland took a coin out of his clothes: “That's supposed to be a copper coin. ”

Falcon walked over with his hands behind his back and smiled: "I thought you could make 10 copper coins in the first place. Twenty-eight copper coins, enough for your meal for a few days. ”

Roland played a haha: “Lucky for me, I'm a little hungry in town. ”

“Turn right down the hill and follow the trail straight. After you cross a pier, you will see a tavern on your right. Everything inside is good and cheap enough. Of course, the taste can only be average, and you don't know if it suits your appetite. ”

“Eating is good.” Roland shrugged and thanked Falken before leaving the church.

As Falkan pointed out, Roland found the tavern with the sun on his head.

Four hieroglyphics are engraved on the pub's doorplate, knowing that language can only allow people to chat with each other, and it acts as a spiritual communication between the two sides, without letting the practitioner, or the practitioner, understand the writing and writing.

The tavern covers a small area and is estimated to be just over 100 square meters, which should be less than 200 square meters. The doorway is the kind of low wooden door that you can see from the outside.

A few old but clean round tables, surrounded by a few round stools, the fragrance of bread, and the smell of slightly sour liquor, came out of them, and Roland also saw several men surrounded by a table, drinking in a large gray wooden cup, sounding like they were drunk.

Roland pushed the door in and stood at the counter where the waitress immediately turned her head and shouted with her eyes open: "Sir, welcome to the Lake Light Tavern. May I ask what you need? ”

It turns out the four words in front of the tavern mean ‘lake light tavern’.

Roland, surprised by the waitress, stepped out to the tavern door, photographed the four hieroglyphics with the system's own camera feature, and then added the Chinese meaning of the four hieroglyphics in the back notes.

Although ‘know-your-language’ does not immediately allow people to understand text, it is a good spell to use it from a different angle, but it allows people to learn it quickly, and there seems to be no language limitation.

Another trick, Roland, was happy inside, but when he entered the pub, he saw a waitress gauging herself with a strange look. When he thought about it, he knew it was his own strange behavior that caused the surprise of the other party.

“Do you have anything cheap and delicious?” Roland sat in the chair in front of the counter and asked with a smile, "Don't recommend anything too expensive, I don't have much money. ”

The waitress, though not pretty, is young and cute. On both sides of her nose, she has some freckles, her eyes are water blue, her eyes are big, she smiles very sweetly, it makes people feel very comfortable.

“Then I recommend honey bread.” The waitress is also wearing a linen coat, but the styles look newer and cleaner: “I know you, the hero who saved three children, but I'm not the owner of the tavern, otherwise I would definitely sell you honey bread for half the price. ”

“Let's have some honey bread first. ”

“Okay, hold on a second.” The waitress turns back to the kitchen and quickly comes out with a plate full of a long loaf of bread, topped with waxed golden honey: “Here's your order of bread for two bronze coins. ”

Honey bread looks pretty big, and as long as it's two copper coins, it's definitely a price for conscience, at least Roland thinks so. He took out two bronze coins, handed them over, and found the waitress looking at his hand with a strange look.

Looking back, Roland realized that there were five or six large blood bubbles in each hand, and it looked remarkable. He pressed it and found it didn't hurt, just a little hairy, knowing it was only a tenth of the reason for the pain.

This is the remnants of the mining, but if it doesn't hurt, it doesn't matter, keep digging tomorrow morning and keep saving.

After taking the bread, Roland took a sip, then his expression was very subtle, honey was top and noodles were top, but this honey bread tasted but didn't taste very good, it was hard, porcelain, and even had an unspeakable taste.

No wonder Falken would say that the food at this tavern would not suit his appetite.

The waitress's expression on Roland's face was delicate, so she didn't know what was going on. She laughed, "Does it not suit your appetite? But the bread we have here is the best in town, it just doesn't suit the appetite of a big man like you. ”

“What a big shot, just a kid. ”

Among the men who sat there drinking, one turned around and shouted reddishly: "There is nothing better than fine, skinny flesh. It's just luck to save three little guys. If it was me, I could do it. Why are you bragging about this kid? ”

Roland knew he was supposed to be famous in town, but he didn't know, he was famous. Children are the future of a family, the future of a town and the future of a nation. Wherever they are, descendants are always the most important.

Saving a child's life is often easier to be thankful for than saving an adult.

Of course, no matter if you're a hero, no matter what you are, no matter who you are, no matter what you look for. Often this kind of emotion occurs for only one reason.

Jealous.

Roland looked at the three drunkards and found that they had talked outside their middle-aged years, that there was nothing else worth mentioning, that their bodies looked like ordinary people, and that their appearance was not outstanding.

Isn't that what triggered the mission? He thought so, and then he started thinking about the experiment, and now he said with some provocative smile: “Don't talk nonsense, why don't we go out and practice? ”

Several grown men smashed the wooden cup in their hands to the ground, the light yellow wheat spilled, and the waitress screamed, turning the table upside down and rushing towards Roland.