Mages Are Too OP

Roland left after a morning of training at the knife gallery.

Before he left on his bike, Qi Shaoqiu stopped in front of his bike, took out a cigarette box from his bag and kowtowed it a few times, poured out a cigarette and lit himself, and asked: “Are you coming this afternoon? Training is especially like running against the water, if you don't go in, retreat. If you have more time, come back this afternoon. Don't you want to practice faster? ”

Roland shook his head: “I have things to do this afternoon. ”

Then Roland left on his bike. He did have something going on this afternoon, and now there are more and more posters in the forum, such as national geography, humanistic customs, and some NPC mysteries, all worth remembering, maybe we can use them later. And besides that, other professions need to know what to expect and how to fight.

Though Roland has always felt that the game is not simple, the player is immortal, surely not so ‘cautious’, and there will certainly be some conflict in the future.

It wouldn't be fun if you didn't know anything about other careers until the time of conflict.

As Roland rode away, Qi Shaoqiu turned his head and found that his younger sister had pushed a bicycle out as well.

“What are you going to do?” Qi Shaoqiu asked curiously.

Xisha replied softly: "Go out and buy food. ”

“Didn't you buy it in the morning?” Qi Shaoqiu felt a little strange.

“I suddenly have something to eat, can't I?” Xisha didn't have the guts to say a word, then stepped on the bike and left.

Qi Shaochu shouted at her back: “When are you coming back to cook? ”

Xisha ignored him.

Qi Shaoqiu sat down on a clean cement floor. The next four teenage relatives came over and asked with some concern: "Cousin, aren't you going to cook for us? ”

“Go home and eat. ”

Qi Shaoqiu did not speak well. He smoked again and threw up.

Oh... four teenagers hesitated for a while, but left.

Qi Shaoqiu waited for about an hour and had not seen Xiao Xiao come back. When she was planning to order a takeout, she saw Xiao Xiao come back. There are two vegetables in the blue in front of the bike and a book.

Qi Shaoqiu, under the auspices of Daxi, greeted him and shouted: “Little sister, you are finally back. I thought you didn't care about my death. ”

As he spoke, he glanced at Nanaka Blue and found that the cover of the book reads: "A delicate breakfast filled with emotion that will make your lover feel angry."

Qi Shaoqiu saw this book name and suddenly felt that Baiwei was a miscellaneous... My younger sister, this big cabbage, was going to pour the dead fat pig on her own initiative. It's really sad.

Xisha found the sight of his brother, his face slightly red, and he stared at him violently.

Qi Shaoqiu immediately pretended not to see anything.

When Roland got home, he had lunch, had a routine nap, and then started brushing the forum.

Brush until the night enters the game.

In the magic tower, after about two hours of fluent speech, he felt a little dizzy and stood up.

Outside the window, most of the city is dark, only in the direction of the castle, bright.

Seems to be having a banquet.

“Someone from the club must have gone to the main city hall to get some sleep.” Roland mumbled with laughter.

In fact, he guessed correctly that the feast at the castle was organized by John to entertain Bud and others.

Another nobleman, another magician. Such an identity can eat incense anywhere... except here at the player.

The castle's banquet is a blend of joy. Luxurious, ten times more expensive than the Dalits, glass filled with red or yellow fruit wine, the nobles sipped, made a delicious expression and bragged to each other.

And on the balcony on the second floor, John and Bud looked up at the crowd in the lower ballroom, and their faces looked a little funny.

Bud drank a sip of fruit wine and said, "These people have noble identities, but no noble souls. Very uninteresting. ”

“What kind of a noble soul?” Bud beside him asked with a smile.

“Like His Excellency Bud.” John said, "is a magician and a noble man. Such souls are noble, and they are nothing but empty shells, weak souls, no puppets of their own, less than civilians. ”

Bud swayed his glass gently: "Sir John, you are too demanding, I think they are fine. ”

“If it was a month ago, I would have accepted their incompetence.” John sighed: “But seeing more talent, I realized that they were really useless. That is, they cannot defend the city or wage war for it, and now they don't even want to pay taxes. ”

Bud laughed softly, and few nobles wanted to pay taxes, which was normal.

He then asked curiously, "What made you think of them! ”

After a moment of hesitation, he didn't seem to want to say much, but after a while, he slowly said: “A while ago, there were two people in our city, and then he checked that they were the sons of gold. ”

“Wait, what is the Golden Son?” Bud asked in surprise.

John looked at him with his eyes wide open and said, "You don't even know who the Golden Son is? ”

Bud shook his head, and then his face smiled, “Sir John, can you tell me about the Golden Son? ”

“The Son of Gold is an immortal, alien human being.” John smiled and said: “They prefer neutrality to goodness...”

Bud was shocked: “What are you talking about? Undying, that's impossible, that's supposed to be untrue news. ”

John reacted and looked at each other with a strange look: "How is that impossible? I saw with my own eyes that even if they were cut into meat sauce, their bodies would reappear from the Temple of Life. I wonder, as a matter of principle, how could you not know the news of the Golden Son? ”

Bud still finds the news absurd, but looks at John like he's not lying to himself, and he doesn't have to lie to himself.

“John, would you please tell me about the Golden Son? ”

About half an hour later, John said, Bud was silent for a long time, and then he looked up and drank his fruit wine, his posture and expression were no longer elegant, but rather a little tense.

“One of the golden sons is Roland? ”

John nodded.

Bud stunned, and he slowly sat back in the chair, wondering what he was thinking.

John looked at him like this and smiled a little: “I also heard a little news that the bodies of the two golden sons after their death had been secretly hidden by some nobles, and some people were said to have tasted it, as if it had a special effect! ”

Bud's eyes stunned: “What effect? ”

“A few years younger! ”