Mages Are Too OP

Nor does the guard know how to get the voucher?

That's a little troublesome. Generally, people working in an organization can at least know some of the basic rules or functions of the organization, but not even the guards here, which means that the organization is doing a good job of secrecy, or that a small, circumferential mentality prevails.

Roland thinks it's mostly the latter.

So the priority is to gather information, at least to figure out how to join the sorcerers' association, what qualifications are needed, or what tests are to be passed.

Leaving Magic Tower Square, Roland first found the Lamb Woman's Hotel. Soon after he went in, he came out again, whispering in his heart, the Beta boy, actually found a place like this.

Though also in the hotel business, the real selling point is prostitutes, a huge front and back ticket, wearing exposed women waiting for guests in the lobby, no wonder it's called lamb women!

However, Roland still booked a room inside. After all, Betta said she wanted to meet here, and the two of them weren't doing space-spacing like other games. For the time being, that was all she could do. She could only expect to reorder a new rendezvous point after the rendezvous, or at least find a more serious place.

Walking down the street, Roland wanted to ask where he could find better information, and eventually the street pedestrians would avoid him in advance. He initially thought he was the reason for his raw face, and then thought he shouldn't be.

The city has a large population, and now there are many more people on the streets than before. Nearly a million people can't all be familiar.

Then the problem is with you.

Dress up!

Falcon gave him the robe, although the quality is not high in magic equipment, but there is a hidden flow of magic elements on the white fabric that even ordinary people can see.

Hmm... he searched the street for a tailor shop, the boss saw a magician come in, at first he was scared, cold sweat DC, he didn't dare say anything.

But then it became clear that Roland spoke softly and slowly relaxed.

After measuring Roland's height, three circles, a set of clothes worn by ordinary people at Xiaokang House was prepared as required by Roland.

Roland then put the robe in the system backpack and asked the tailor where it was easiest to get the message.

Turns out the boss told him about a place called Ash Sand.

Coming here, Roland finally figured out why this place was the easiest place to get news.

A large tavern, just the first floor of the drinking hall, covers an estimated 2,000 square metres.

A dozen giant rock load-bearing columns also support a second layer of approximately the same size.

There are plenty of people in there, crowded together.

Roland didn't get much attention when he came in.

He has now neither used magic nor worn a prominent magic robe. It's all like ordinary people.

It's noisy, drunk drunkards chatting out loud, laughing and even scolding each other.

There are also many sommeliers, dressed in cool clothes, accompanied by alcoholics, selling their own style.

The air is filled with hormones and a hint of agitation.

Roland found a spot where no one was sitting, his ass was just next to the chair, and a woman with a smell of alcohol and freckles came over.

She dragged the chair and was about to stick it next to Roland, but felt the cold all over her body. She looked down again and dragged the chair by herself, sometime glued to it by a white ice cream.

And the ice cream seems to be slowly spreading to her feet.

She was sober and turned around and wanted to leave. None of the ordinary people want to get involved with the doer.

Roland said, “I need you to bring someone from this tavern who can talk to me. I need him to do something for me. ”

Despite the noise in the tavern, Roland's voice clearly reached the woman's ears.

This woman actually looks okay, freckles and stuff Roland can't appreciate, but a lot of people find it very cute.

The woman nodded hard and slowly retreated. After a distance, she turned around and quickly left.

Soon after, a man with a mustache walked in.

He combed a brick haircut and wore a black suit, and the fabric looked pretty good. He sat down in front of Roland and asked softly, "Are you looking for me, O magician? ”

Roland nodded.

“I'm the second owner of this tavern, Your Excellency. You wanted to hear something?” The man looked up and down at Roland and said slowly, "You can call me Gru. ”

“Mr. Groux, hello.” Roland nodded again to pay tribute, looking at the noisy surroundings, smiling: “I am Roland, a son of gold. ”

The player is the son of gold, and this is the game setup, like Falcon, and I'm sure a lot of people in this city should know that.

“The Golden Son?” Gru stunned, then opened his eyes: "The Golden Son of the Resurrection? ”

Roland nodded.

Groton felt a little numb on the scalp.

The enemy is strong and terrible. There are always weaknesses. But it's terrible to be resurrected. More weaknesses, more than a few times after death, are gone.

“Where have you heard of us?” Roland asked.

Gru's face suddenly became heavy, saying: “A month ago we had two golden sons in town, and then they had a grudge with a nobleman. Although the two golden sons died many times and their strength was much weakened, they also succeeded in taking out most of the nobleman's militia. ”

So awesome... the two players were too reckless when they came into conflict with the nobility.

Roland's curiosity came up: “What about now? ”

“The nobleman could not have fought head-on with an enemy that could not be killed, so he left with his family and the rest of the militia, intending to return to the Imperial City. And the two golden sons chased them up.” Gru's face is full of helplessness: “The revenge of the two golden sons is tenacious, and whoever comes to venture, persuade, or ignore the threat will never rest until the nobleman is killed. ”

After hearing it, Roland was somewhat surprised that the two players actually killed a lot of people.

I can't believe they did it! Clearly these NPCs are no different from real people, killing them feels like they're really killing people?

You sure you don't want to get upset?

Thinking about it, Roland shook his head, not thinking about it for now, and he said to Gru, "This time, I want to ask you, do you know how to join the Magic Society? ”

Gru weighed Roland in surprise for a while and said, "Of course I do. Normal people need vouchers, but you shouldn't. ”

“Why?” Roland said in surprise. “But I was stopped by the guards. ”

“If you use magic, go directly to the president of the Magic Society, Lord Aldo, who can give you the credentials. ”

“That simple?” Roland was a little surprised.

Gru shook his head: "No, it's hard. Magic is beyond the grasp of ordinary people, at least we in Del Ban have a population of nearly a million, less than ten people who can become magicians. ”