Mages Are Too OP

Roland had heard from Betta before that the latter had a ‘fortunate fortune' gift to pick up money.

But I hadn't seen him trigger in a while, and I didn't expect it to come up at this point.

But Roland is also curious about what this gift of money is all about.

“Walk along and pick up the money together. ”

The two men opened the rough grass on the side of the road and headed towards the top of the hill. Betta is at the forefront. After all, he is half a combat profession, with a lot more field-response and melee skills than Roland. If he ever encounters a beast or a venomous snake or something, he can solve it.

Indeed, many flower snakes were disturbed along the way, and even a few attacked Beta.

But Beta reacted faster, picking out the attacking snakes with her sword and stuffing them all into her system backpack.

Roland was a little stunned: "What are you doing? ”

“Cook it later. ”

“Snake can be roasted too?” Roland's typical southerner thought: "Wasn't it used to make tiger fights or to make soup? ”

But Betta vibrated with words: "Everything can be roasted! Even pig whips can be roasted and snakes of similar shape should be roasted fine. ”

That makes sense, Roland's got nothing to say.

The two chatted and quickly reached the top of the mountain.

The mountain trees at the top of the mountain are clearly free of hillsides and dense foothills. Betta looked in the air and stepped on the ground: "That's it. ”

After that, Betta pulls the sword out of her backpack and digs it.

“Wait!”

Roland stopped him: “Digging dirt with a long sword can easily damage it. ”

Then, in Beta's slightly surprised gaze, he pulled out two 'magician's hands’ and narrowed them down to the shape of a shovel, digging up the soil at extremely fast speed.

“Anything like that?” Beta snapped: “From this, it can be seen that the profession of magician is too imaginative, the lower limit is desperate, the upper limit is desperate. The gap between a master and a rookie is probably heaven and earth. ”

Roland, controlling the magician's hand to dig dirt, said: "I don't think it's hard, I can't figure out how to use it. The most important thing in our country is to learn to imitate. ”

Betta nodded: “You're quite right. ”

However, both are magical whites at this time, or most players are still whites in this game.

No player knows how difficult it is to control magic while chatting with others and think about other aspects. In such cases, it is possible to maintain precise control of magic even when there is a lot of use!

More than a metre deep, and Roland's a little tired. After all, controlling a magic for a long time, even zero level magic, consumes a lot.

Betta looked at it and said, "Soon, keep digging. ”

“Okay!” Roland sighed.

A few minutes later, almost two meters deep, the magician's hand finally grabbed something out of the dirt! It's some broken wood pieces.

They looked at each other and were all excited.

Soon, something under the dirt appeared in front of both of them.

It's a small grave. Arched red earth brick tomb about 2 meters high.

The tomb has been damaged, possibly for too long. The black coffin decays with only one shelf left. There is an already yellowish skeleton lying in the coffin, with only a few floors on the skeleton decaying into a flocked linen. There's a strange smell of mold coming out of the bottom.

And in the left corner of the tomb, there's a black pot of clay.

“The money's in the can.” Betta's voice is a little excited.

Roland controlled the magician's hand and grabbed the black jar. Then he fell to the ground.

A crisp sound, a broken can, a pile of coins rolled out, shiny, eye-shaking.

Most of them are silver coins, at least 200 pieces. And there are four gold coins in it.

At the rate of exchange, about 97 silver coins can now be converted into a gold coin, which means that this time Beta picked up at least five gold coins and converted them into soft sister coins, that's about 65,000.

“This passive gift for picking up money is outrageous.” Roland feels like he's eating a lemon: “And there's so much more. ”

Betta, hey, smile, look a little proud. He squatted down and divided the coins on the ground into two heaps, pushing one of them to Roland: "There is a share of the beholder, divided equally. ”

Roland stunned: “Me too? ”

“Of course.”

Roland stood still for a while and asked, "Do you know how many soft coins I can get for this pile of coins? ”

“Thirty thousand! ”

Thirty thousand... that's all?

Are you still trying to say that millions are just small targets?

Looking at Betta's natural expression, Roland thinks he's a little out of time! Now the new generation, one more powerful than the other. The usual behavior of Beta in front of her is still slightly greener, but her grandiose and refreshing personality has already begun to emerge.

What were you doing when you graduated high school?

Either play games with Shuck all night at the internet cafe, or play games at home drinking Happy Water from Fat House.

Money never exceeds $300. If I found $60,000 playing with Shook, would I split it it in half with Shook?

Doesn't seem to… or not!

Very subtle feeling.

At this point, Betta looked at the dead bones in the tomb, and said in a strange tone: "Are we stealing graves? ”

Well, I guess so. But there's no such thing as cultural artefacts in this game.

The joy of picking up money has dissipated at this time, and the rest is reason. The two look at these coins, and the time is also a little hesitant.

After all, they used to be good law-abiding citizens, and in reality they had absolutely no idea of burglary. Of course, if it's a normal computer game, let alone burglary, as a brave man, it makes sense to empty someone else's house. But the game was so real that it made them feel like they were actually taking the money, they were guilty.

Just as the two were hesitating, there was a sudden change in the tomb.

A strange black magic gathered in the tomb, and then suddenly a translucent figure appeared in the coffin.

Seeing this tomb, Roland and Betta both took a step backwards.

It's already dark and the air smells cold.

Roland reacted immediately, after all he had seen Falkan's soul.

But compared to Falcon, this soul was much more difficult to see, with orange red eyes, distorted blurred faces, and a strange spiritual fluctuation that he didn't like very much, even felt disgusting.

“I don't like this stuff. ”

Betta seemed to have a similar feeling, as he took two steps back and clapped his arm uncomfortably.

“Should be evil spirits.” Roland, look at the broken black jar on the ground: “Maybe we broke his wallet! He came to us to talk about compensation. ”

Ha-ha-ha! Betta laughed three times: "Rolango, you're making too cold a joke. ”