Mages Are Too OP

Players don't need to sleep in the game, and day and day changes are just an environmental change for them. Though it's 1 or 2 in the morning, there's nothing bothering the two of them. The two of them followed the road to the city of Derbon.

Only close enough to know how big Derbonne is.

The walls of a large rock stretch across the center of the field, seemingly invisible.

Every dozen meters a torch burns on the walls, although the brightness is less than Roland's light globe technique, but it can be crossed from left to right, as if it were a fire dragon that leads to something, it can also feel shocking.

There was also a group of soldiers waiting on the walls, and most of their sights fell on Roland and Betta.

At the end of the road are the gates of the city, where many people start campfires, divided into small groups, guarded each other, with no one to speak to, but occasional joints and ears.

The arrival of Roland and Betta attracted the attention of all, after all, surrounded by four magical light balls, brightly like searchlights on modern social stadiums, paintings distinctly different from them. As they approached, the city gate was lit up like daylight, and they even felt a little stingy.

And the soldiers on the walls are getting a little nervous. At all times, the executor is synonymous with ‘powerful’, ‘mysterious’.

As Roland and Betta moved their gaze away, they immediately turned away.

A practitioner, a juvenile nobleman.

Such a combination, they can't provoke.

The two of them took a seat in an open lot, and it's long before dawn. Curfews are customary in most cities, and the city should be no exception. After sitting down, it was Roland's turn and Betta's turn to measure the people around them.

A dozen flat carriages are divided into portions and belong to different small circles. Although the car is covered in grease and can't see what's inside, it's definitely cargo.

Most of the people around are oily, frosty, and mostly men. There was a woman only by the campfire furthest to their left. The woman was tall, full of muscles, with a long-handled axe beside her, and nobody would think of her as a woman if she hadn't had two gyroscopic projections in her chest.

How many merchants, businessmen and escorts?

Roland weighed it for a while and came to this conclusion.

None of these people spoke again, leaving the eyes of Betta and Roland to measure on them.

The original whisper of theft has disappeared, leaving only the whirring of the night wind and the honking of the bonfire.

At this time, the two men did not speak, nor did they make any moves, but felt a sense of silent suppression of the entire field.

After a while, Beta looked a little bored and took firewood from her space backpack, along with snake meat. Set up the firewood first, then throw up a sip of dragon flame and light the firewood.

Take out a long sword to scale the snake, then skewer it with a wooden stick and place it on the fire.

Roland looked at Betta's skilful barbecue and was speechless.

Turns out you couldn't help but consume the number of 'dragon flame sprays' in battle, so you wanted to use it for roasting meat.

At this time, whispering sounds came from the side, and there was a growing tendency to conceal them. Roland turned around and immediately stopped those sounds, neatly as if the noisy TV sales counter at the mall had been shut down.

Roland's gaze slowly swept through the crowd and eventually returned to the spinning barbecue.

A lot of relieved voices came through.

Roland just heard a few words, basically.

‘My God, space gear. ’

‘Where's the nobleman, sir? ’

‘Space equipment is used to load barbecue, that's a waste! ’

And as soon as Roland swept them, they stopped talking.

Wealth is not revealed... is this causing trouble? And while I was so worried, Roland suddenly remembered something.

We're players, and we're not gonna die. Besides, the space backpack is given by the game system. Even if it dies, it won't fall out. If someone gets hurt, go directly to avenge the perpetrator after resurrection. So simple, why do you think so much for yourself!

When he figured it out, Roland was too lazy to ignore the group's views, and he began to gauge the surroundings.

The terrain is flat and the rear of the city appears to be a river that stretches far and wide through the night tomb to see a bright scale.

Only a place with plenty of water can build such a big city.

Soon Betta roasted two sets of snakes and spilled some salt on them.

A string stuck in Roland's hand.

Not to mention that Beta is a good barbecuer, and the snake is crunchy and crispy and tastes pretty good.

But compared to giant spider legs, it tastes worse.

Not so smooth.

After finishing the barbecue and filling her stomach, Betta started practicing basic military swordsmanship.

He's not a very smart man, but he can be a bully, relying on hard work. According to Beta herself, although the results have not yet come out, there is no problem in taking the test to the line.

Hard work is his habit. Would it be embarrassing to practice basic swordsmanship in front of outsiders?

He didn't know how many recitation competitions he had in elementary, junior high, high school.

In Beta's view, it's quite shameful to recite some articles on the podium of the competition, in the presence of hundreds of spectators, in a frustrating tone of repression, with an exaggerated expression.

Even in that case, he can calm down to correct, let alone practice swordsmanship in front of dozens of people.

Roland started practicing language magic.

A moment of magic fluctuated on him, failing and distributing, while the latter group silently watched Roland cover his head and draw cold air to relieve the pain. In Red Earth Town, he also cared less about the eyes of others and practiced magic himself.

If the magician had failed so many times under normal circumstances, he would have been in a coma on his own.

But Roland was still alive and slow, and he started practicing magic again.

The businessmen and escorts first saw Betta and Roland still working out in the middle of the night, and at first it was kind of funny.

Who are you pretending to be?

But four hours later, all they had was admiration.

They don't know much, but it's clear that people work harder than people who don't.

The sky was already bright, and the guards on the walls put out the torch and started opening the gates.

Everyone stood up and Roland and Betta stopped practicing.

They wanted to wait for the merchants to come in first, after all.

Surprisingly, however, the businessmen and escorts did not move, but stared at Roland and Betta.

“Is this to let us go first?” Betta was a little surprised.

“Your aristocracy must have frightened them.” Roland turns around and says, "It looks like the world of games is heavily classed and they're all civilians who don't dare walk in front of you. ”

Betta looked at the silent people, and he felt uncomfortable, saying, "It feels strange. ”

“Let's go. Young Master.” Roland smiled and said, "If you don't leave, it'll take them longer. ”

Betta sighed, first walking into the city gate.

Roland followed closely.

Watching them both enter the city, the businessmen and the escorts were relieved.