Mages Are Too OP

“Shall we start now? ”

Looking at Roland grinning, Bud felt a fire rising from his chest, almost spraying out of his mouth, trying to curse.

He had just said to himself that the aristocracy's basic etiquette was still needed, so it could only be tolerated.

“No rush, wait a day or two before we take a break. After all, we are tired after a long journey.” Bud said with no expression, "We'll come to you when the time is right. ”

After speaking, Bud turned directly downstairs.

He was afraid that he would have to curse and lose his temper if he stayed.

Beneath the ground floor, standing a group of people, the comatose magic apprentice woke up and was whispering something.

Bud frowned and walked down and asked, "What's the matter? Can't anyone pull it together? ”

“There's no one in the magic tower.” The young aristocratic magician who stood in front said with a strange look: "While you were chatting, we even had people up the stairs to the sixth, seventh and eighth floors, and no one was found. ”

Bud stunned for a while and then sneered: "So the people of the Magic Tower are long gone? Was it Aldo's idea or Roland's? Whoever it is, our thoughts are in their calculations, which is interesting. ”

“What now?” Asked the young aristocratic magician next door.

“What else can we do!” Bud said in disgust, "Let's find a place to start. I've met John, son of the owner of the city, several times, and the relationship is fine. I'll stay with him for a couple of days first. Take it easy on that fucking Roland. ”

“Listen to you.” This young man said.

Then the pedestrian left the tower, and before leaving, Bud stared badly over the tower for a while.

Roland was on the eighth floor, watching them leave through a window, and as he was preparing to continue his magic experiment, he suddenly received a system notification from the Guild.

In the Guild, Betta is in @ Roland: House 25, Quickly East Street, something important.

Roland replied: What is it?

‘Big task, possibly a small copy. ’

Roland is having toothaches again, and Betta is lucky to trigger the mission. So far, all of Roland's tasks have been triggered by him.

A small task is a duplicate task.

He got up immediately and left the Tower of Magic.

Of course, before leaving the tower, he closed the heavy stone door of the tower with the hand of the magician.

After all, if he leaves again, there really is no one in the magic tower. Although it is said that the magician's place is awed by ordinary people, some professional thieves don't really care. After this stone door is closed, only the mental trigger can be opened.

Generally, thieves have no way in.

Unless they have mastered advanced trap removal techniques specific to the bandit profession.

Before Roland rushed to No. 25 East Street, there was a skinny yellow girl standing at the door, dressed in black and white maid's clothes.

When she saw Roland, she slightly lowered her waist and said, "Lord Roland, Master Betta asked me to wait for you here. ”

Roland looked up and down at the girl and found she looked much better, laughing: “Looks like you've been doing well lately. ”

The young girl smiled: "It's thanks to you and your master for saving me. ”

Then she turned around and took Roland into the house.

This is a used house with all the furniture ready to use and although it looks a little old, it is clean and tidy.

There was no one in the living room, but the scrambled vegetables came from the kitchen.

Roland was a little strange, and the maid unfortunately bent down slightly and said, "Master, I should have done this in the kitchen, but what I made was too bad. ”

The teenage girl dropped her head and looked very disappointed and guilty.

This is Betta's maid, and Roland won't comfort her. What if Betta is interested in her, Lee from Guada?

Roland played a chair and sat himself down.

And the young girl immediately poured a glass of warm water, and Roland drank a sip. This courtesy of treating the Guest with warm boiling water must have been something Betta taught her.

Without two sips, Betta drilled out of the kitchen with two dishes.

Placed on the table, Roland found a plate of salted beans and a plate of green vegetable stir-fried meat.

Then two pairs of yellow and white wooden chopsticks are placed on the table.

Chopsticks are very new, obviously new for a short time.

Finally, the maid brought two glasses of fruit wine to the table.

“Eat up, you're welcome.” Betta said with some proud expression.

“Scrambled vegetables!” Roland looked at the things on the table for a moment and said, "You've been messing with these things for two days? ”

Beta nodded: “After all, we nobles of Divine descent do not need to learn skills like magicians, but I have plenty of time to explore the world. Besides, over the past few days, I ate the food here and it was disgusting. The tavern's cooking skills were so bad that I couldn't stand it, so I hired a blacksmith to fight an iron pot, and an iron shovel. Though the bottom is a bit thick, under the heat of a dragon's breath, the pan burns quickly. ”

Roland frowned: “I see your dragonbreath is either barbecue or fried vegetables. It's not very professional. ”

“I think this is the right way to use skills for life, not much more interesting than fighting? ”

“You're right to say that.” Roland clamps a piece of meat in his mouth with chopsticks, and then hums: “It tastes good. ”

Betta was quite proud to say, "I am a chef in a world where food skills lag behind. ”

Roland snapped, he held up a salt stir-fried bean in his mouth, and drank a sip of fruit wine. There was a feeling of refreshment that he couldn't tell, and then he asked curiously, "What's going on with the mission? ”

“Here's the thing.” Betta was eating, too, "she said." About two hours ago, I was at the market looking for ingredients that could be seasoned, like ginger. Turns out there was a thief stealing a pedestrian's wallet. I caught up with him and beat the thief to pieces. When I searched the wallet, I also searched for a very stinky parchment paper with some icons on it, and then triggered a copy task. ”

This luck... Roland shook his head helplessly.

This guy's hidden talent is supposed to be 'Fortune’, right?

“Wait, I'll share the task with you. ”

A few seconds later, Roland was notified of the system and after choosing to confirm, he saw a purple task appearing in the system bar.

‘Unravel Dalborn Grand Cemetery Fan (Recommended Team) (Recommended Level 3)’

It's a purple mission. Roland thought about it and said, "We could be in a bit of a lot of trouble alone, wouldn't we? ”

“Hawk them? ”

“Sure,” Roland nodded.

Betta thought about it and said, "But there are only four of us, five of us are the team, and we don't have a cure. ”

“Why don't we go to the forum and find a cure.” Roland thought about it and said, "See if there's a priest near Del Bon. ”

Betta thinks it's a good idea: “It's up to you to post the job, after all, you have a big reputation. ”

Roland thought about it and responded: "Okay. ”

Betta suddenly had a smile: “This should be the first replica mission on the entire server, recruiting in the name of our F6 Guild will definitely raise a hot topic in the forum. ”