Mages Are Too OP

This is a slum, with dressed poor people everywhere and dirty roads. And Roland and Beta, one in a magic robe and one in a noble gown, are all fine flesh, which doesn't match the style of the painting here, so they're both sneaking eyes on each other, but when their gaze passes, the poor people who are sneaking at them will pretend that nothing happened and continue their work.

The atmosphere is a little awkward.

Roland stood up: “I'm going to the Magic Society to report that you have to protect the girl for a few more days. If no one comes to her trouble in a few days, it's best to find a way to move their family to another city to keep them safe. ”

Betta looked at the burning clouds in the sky and said with some embarrassment, "I'm afraid they won't listen to me. ”

“If you don't listen, forget it.” Roland bluntly said, "We can't protect them forever. They don't want to go, and if something does happen, it's their choice. All we have to do is find a way to avenge them. ”

Betta looked at him with some surprise: "Rolango sounds a little apathetic. ”

Roland smiled: “This is a normal three-way view. We cannot give all kindness and enthusiasm to strangers, and if we all do our best for strangers, then to what extent do we have to be close to each other to make the difference? ”

After listening to this, Beta thought about it and said, "Then I'll hold them for two more days, and I'll advise them to leave. If they don't leave, I'll leave myself. ”

When Betta listened to herself, Roland turned around and left.

About twenty minutes later, he came to Magic Tower Square before.

The milky white magic tower looks magnificent in the sunset, with a mysterious, invisible look.

Roland walked to the door of the Magic Society and the two guards blocked him again.

But this time, Roland took out the bronze crest.

Looking at the flame pattern on the bronze crest, the two guards immediately stepped aside.

Throughout the robe, Roland walked into the door and saw the inside of the tower, bright as day.

Beneath your feet is a blue-white slab that smoothly resembles a mirror, giving you a clear view of the reflection of the person.

By the walls of white rough rock, a special crystal with white light is hung at certain distances.

There's hardly anything in the lobby.

Only in the centre of the lobby is a light grey wooden staircase with a rotating connection to the second floor.

Roland walks up the stairs, but one person comes down quickly.

A young man, not older than 23 years old.

Short black hair, brown eyes, eagle nose, very godly eyes, wearing a grey magic robe. When he saw Roland, he stunned for a moment, then walked over with a look of inquiry and asked: "Are you..."

He didn't treat Roland as an intruder.

This is a magic tower. It's only when people smoke their brains that they think about coming to the magician's land to make trouble.

And Roland was wearing a magic robe, of course.

So young people have a pretty good attitude.

Roland took out his bronze crest again: “I'm here to join the association. ”

When the young man saw the crest and heard Roland's words, he shouted with excitement: "Are you ready to join us, son of gold? ”

“You can call me Roland.” Roland stashed the crest and asked with a smile, "What's your name? ”

“I'm Cross.” The young man's face still looks excited: "Lord Roland, we've been waiting for you for a long time, please come with me. ”

He took the initiative to lead the way ahead, and the speed of speech began to become impatient: "Lord Roland, you have no idea how difficult our Magic Society is right now! ”

“Difficult… Need money? ”

Roland, looking at the surrounding environment, whether it's a large number of quirky crystal stones used as a light source or high-end stone floors on the ground, smells like a big dog household, would such an association also be short of money?

“It's not about the money.” Cross said as he walked: "It is our association that lacks mentors. After all, the Magic Tower has a lot of foreign work to deal with, and there is not much time to stay in the association to teach us. Now more than a dozen of our apprentices are self-taught, but magic is too difficult, and a few years down, we've barely made much progress. ”

The two of them have gone up the stairs by now.

When Roland heard what he said, he looked stunned and said, “You mean, I'm here to teach you? ”

“Yeah.” Cross naturally said, "President Aldo has asked people to come and tell us. We're all anxiously waiting for you. ”

Roland laughed all the time: "But I'm just a new magician. I don't even have enough basic common sense. How can I teach you? ”

Cross suddenly turned around and he said positively: "Although I am an apprentice of magic, I am no better than you. But I quite agree with what Mr. Aldo said. Magic doesn't need common sense! ”

That's true... that makes some sense.

“Actually, I joined the association, and I just came with something to learn.” Roland thinks he should be clear, lest these people have big global expectations, and then he ends up disappointed: “I don't really know much about magic either. Even so, would you like to learn from me? ”

Though there is a lot of magic that I don't understand, Roland is also somewhat confident. After all, he has struggled with magic in recent times, and he dared not explain how much knowledge theory he has learned, but at least he has a sense of both magic element control and mathematical modeling of magic.

If these people are willing to learn, they are willing to teach.

“Of course. You're too modest, Lord Roland.” There's a glimmer of anticipation in Cross's eyes: "Teacher Aldo says you're an official magician and you're almost at the elite level. And we're all just magic apprentices, and you're too much stronger than us. ”

The two of them spoke in the room and have reached the second floor.

Unlike the empty ground floor, there are many rooms and doors on the second floor, which makes the 'hall' on the second floor seem a bit small. Of course, in the middle, there is still a spinning staircase leading to the third floor.

“Please wait! ”

As soon as Cross made a gesture, he ran to a counter next to the stairs and rang a bell with a hidden magical light.

A crisp, beautiful clanging.

Less often, the same voice was heard implicitly on the third and fourth floors.

Resonance metal?

When Roland just thought of it, a few doors pushed open and a few people in the same magic robe came out. Men, women and children alike.

And the stairs, they soon heard several different steps.

Several male and female magic apprentices rushed down the stairs.

Soon these people got together and stood in front of Roland and Cross.

They looked at Roland with anticipation and excitement.

It's like seeing rare treasures.