Mages Are Too OP

“What should a qualified practitioner do? ”

This is not to say that Roland is going to do what the other person says. He's just curious what the qualified practitioners of this game world should do.

John laughed soberly: "Qualified practitioners, of course, build their own connections and power. And this is inseparable from the support of our nobility. ”

“Can you explain it in detail?” Roland made a request: “As you know, our Golden Son comes from another side and is very different from your custom. ”

“Nobility and official magistrates have an unclear relationship.” John leaned back slightly on the back of his chair and said: "The official magician cannot but be supported by the nobility, who also helps the official magicians, like the relationship between fish and water. ”

“Who's the fish, who's the water?” Roland asked with a smile.

John stood still and shrugged helplessly: "Is it necessary to get that clear? ”

“Of course there is. ”

After a moment of silence in the room, John finally got up and said with a grin: "Does Your Excellency Roland seem to have some thoughts on me? ”

“Perhaps I have an opinion of all the nobles in this city!” Roland smiled softly: “It's just a group issue, not you. ”

“Your Excellency is so tough, it is easy to narrow the road. ”

Roland laughed, "It doesn't matter. It's not a big deal. The city continues to learn magic. The number of nobles in this world will never exceed five percent. ”

John's face was a little subtle: "Are you golden sons so tough? ”

“No, actually, most of us have pretty good personalities.” Roland's eyes seem to reflect an indescribable glow: “It's just that there are things that you can't look at and you can't find a chance to vent. ”

Speaking of which, there is no need to go on.

John was still very polite, even patiently speaking a few words of social etiquette before leaving the Tower of Magic.

Not too long later, Vivian knocked on the door and walked in.

The girl's face was a little worried, and she stood in front of Roland and said, "John is the son of the owner of the city. If you offend him, will there be any danger? ”

“Rest assured, if it affects the interests of the Magic Tower, I will leave on my own initiative.” Roland said softly.

Vivi was anxious, and she waved hard: "I didn't mean that, Mr. Branch Chairman. I was just worried about you! ”

“I know.” Roland replied softly that he did not have any anger or impatience on his face.

Vivian weighed him carefully to make sure he wasn't really angry, so he took it easy.

Then she asked with some curiosity, "Mr. Branch Chairman, why don't you like His Excellency John? He is a rare good man among the nobles and good for the civilian population! ”

“Good?” Roland asked softly, "What good way? ”

“It is quite difficult not to bully civilians casually and occasionally to see civilians in distress. ”

Huh!

Roland laughed twice and curled his mouth with a sarcastic mockery: "He is the son of the owner of the city, that is, the city will be his in the future, right? ”

Vivian nodded.

“Even in these feudal times, according to our Golden Son, the county magistrates have a responsibility to protect the safety of the herdsmen.” Roland sighed: “But there are nobles in the city who maim his people and devour him. Outside the city, there are gangsters who kill serially, targeting young girls, and he doesn't care. There are tens of thousands of beggars in the city, and he doesn't care if the city's infrastructure or even the city looks like a mess. Don't do anything, all day long with a smiley face, occasionally do some so-called little good deeds, is such nobility worth looking at? Even my friendship with other nobles is much higher than his. ”

“Oh... Branch president, you're tough. ”

Roland sighed: "It's not harsh, it's a concept most of our golden sons share. Even my own people don't shelter, ignore it, only pay taxes, if you put it on our side... ”

Vivian watched her heart beat, and she found her face ridiculous at this time, and even some righteous words cursing Roland, extremely appealing.

Then she left the room blushing and she dared not stay any longer.

Continue to deduce language magic in the Magic Tower, then a full day passes, climb out of the virtual game compartment, go to the forum to see other players' game strategies and insights, then have breakfast and step on a shared bike to get out of the way.

It's still early, about seven o'clock.

And under the iron sheds, there are already four trainees practicing knife tricks.

As soon as Roland arrived at the door, Qi Shaoqiu walked up.

“Looks like you're going to learn knife technique, otherwise you won't be here at this point.” Qi Shaoqiu took out another cigarette and lit it. He inhaled it and sprayed it in his mouth for a while: “I still said that, the tuition fee of 30,000, can't be less. ”

Roland quite liked the other party's straightforward version: “I also have a question, what is your name ‘Chi’ and what is your relationship with General Chi, you are not descended from? ”

“Of course not. According to our family tree, we are only relatives of General Qi, who gave us his surname.” Qi Shaoqiu scratched his hair and looked a little upset: “I don't think you want to learn this. I could have lied to you, saying that we are descendants of the Qi family, but think that the ancestors did not lie to people to climb the relationship, and our future generations cannot naturally mess up. ”

Roland laughed, "No, I want to learn more anyway. If you say you are a descendant of General Qi, I will turn around and go. ”

Qi Shaoqiu glanced at him: “You are strange. Come on in. ”

Roland heard in the courtyard, followed Qi Shaochu to a red brick embryo next to the shed.

The house was not painted and the windows were fitted so that a young girl could be seen working inside.

Close enough to smell a pretty good smell of food, Roland inhaled gently.

Well, it smells like noodles, and it seems to be mixed with a hint of medicine.

Roland, having had breakfast, smelled this fragrance and felt a little hungry.

“Little sister, there's a student to sign up for.” Qi Shaoqiu pushed the door open and went inside, shouting: “You use your phone to collect the money. ”

Roland followed him in, and then he realized that there was a big black pot on the stove in front of the girl.

In the pan, the noodles rolled over, the soup was actually light brown, and beside the stove, there were two groups of Chinese medicine wrapped in white cotton cloth, the outer layer of the cotton cloth was wet, and there was a hint of hot air rising.

Soup noodles made from Chinese medicine?

Roland was a little surprised.

And the girl turned around and looked at Roland, her bright eyes filled with misgivings: “Is there really a wrongdoer who has to pay $30,000 in tuition? ”

Qi Shaoqiu's face was almost green as soon as that was said.