Mages Are Too OP

When Roland came to Betta's house, he saw the door half-covered and he didn't hesitate to push it in.

As soon as we entered the living room, we saw two women crying in each other's arms, and the atmosphere of sadness was spreading.

It's the maid Lisa and her freckle-faced sister.

Betta stood aside, a little rushed, and when he saw Roland, he immediately came up and said, "Rolango, something's happened. ”

Roland looked at the two women who cried, and he probably guessed what was going on, but he asked: "What is the situation? ”

“Lisa's family was attacked, her sister-in-law was killed on the spot, her parents disappeared, her second brother and her third brother, and the body of their younger brother was thrown away in front of and behind the house.” Betta sighed softly as she finished her remarks.

Actually, that's what they expected. Lisa is not dead, and the murderer is proud of himself. He's probably going to get revenge.

For this reason, Roland and Betta both advised Lisa's family to leave the city, and Lisa was relatively safe because she was Betta's maid, while her sister was usually a prostitute in a number of taverns where she was supposed to be protected by some big people.

So the only thing that happened was that Lisa was going to stay in town and not leave her loved ones.

Actually, Lisa's parents are gambling that Betta will always protect them.

But Berta thinks what Roland said makes sense, that he can't protect them all his life, and that he's willing to escort them out of the city and live somewhere else.

They just don't want to stay in town and die! He had been merciful and had no feelings of guilt at all, but the crying of two women made him feel a little sad.

Both women are sensible, knowing that this is not to blame on Roland and Betta, so naturally they don't scream 'Why don't you protect us’ or anything like that.

Understandably, even if one's parents were to die, there would be grief and suffering.

“You stay here and protect them, maybe the enemy will touch them.” Roland looked out at the sky and went on to say, "I'll go to Hawk and they'll find out. ”

Betta nodded, even if Roland didn't say so.

Out of Betta's house, Roland wasn't in a hurry to get out of town. He went to the Temple of Life first.

In the prayer hall, Roland sees Jett kneeling on his knees, facing the Statue of Life, his eyes closed, very pious.

There is no one in the Temple of Life but Jett.

Roland walked in, went behind Jett, and said, "Are you interested in doing an unpaid assignment with me? ”

“No problem.” Jett opened his eyes and stood up.

“Don't delay your prayers. ”

“It's okay, the goddess is in her heart. ”

Roland couldn't help laughing: “What are you saying? How do you feel about joining Buddha? ”

“Almost.” Jett naturally says: “Buddha is a god, and the goddess of life is a god. Just change your name and pray. ”

Pragmatist beliefs… in essence, this is supposed to be a hypocrite.

But it had nothing to do with Roland, who waved to Jett and took him out of town.

Roland found Hawk at a construction site by the river.

As soon as Hawk saw him, he went straight into the house, which had been built but not furnished with any furniture.

A fresh, muddy smell in the room, which smells good for some people, but some people don't like it. Jett didn't like it very much, he gently fanned the wind in front of his nose.

“You asked me to send a few beggars to keep an eye on the Ritters in the Glades. Not long ago, those beggars had come to me in return for saying something, and I guess you'll be coming to me soon.” Hawk's expression was a little angry: “I didn't know much, and the beggars were not professional scouts, but the perpetrators were identified as members of the black forces in the North Side, who killed several sons of Old Rite that night and took the Rites away. Pretty arrogant, treating human life like a bug. ”

Roland looked at Hawk and sighed: "Don't be so angry. Didn't we already know the world was a man-eater? Whether you're involved in the heartache incident or the disappearance of the girl Betta and I were involved in, those big men really didn't take civilian lives for granted. Look away. ”

Jett was aware of Roland's involvement in the 'disappearance of a girl', but was not aware of Hawk's involvement in the 'eating’ incident. So now he's curious.

“What pisses me off most is that the civilians here are not aware of any resistance to it, they're just glad that things haven't fallen on them and they look like they're doing what they're told.” Hawk's face was filled with hate for the loss of steel: “It made me want to move the contents of the little red book. ”

As soon as Jett heard it, he got excited: "Oh, that sounds interesting. I think there's something going on. ”

This is obviously a person who loves to get together and be lively and not bothered.

But Roland shook his head: "Impossible. Productivity and combat power in the world are in the hands of professionals and nobles. They can use magic to improve crops, and the soil is theirs. Dozens of villagers could easily be killed by a heavily armed physical professional, even if he did not reach the elite. Even if the villagers took simple weapons. What's more, there are masters, legends and other levels of professionalism, and the battle power gap is too great. I personally don't like this behavior very much, and unless we players are graded to a certain level and have our own sphere of influence, reforming this kind of thing is good and not good. ”

All three are people whose memories hardly cross the political textbooks, otherwise they will not be able to take the university.

The simple truth is that the regime has to be hard enough to get it. The two of them were exasperated, and they had to admit that Roland was right.

When Roland saw them abandon the idea, he went on to say, "Although we can't do anything big right now, it's possible to do something small. Why don't we take a walk in the eastern suburbs? ”

Jett said happily, "Okay, no problem. ”

Hawk nodded: “Wait a few minutes, I'll tell Link something. ”

After more than twenty minutes, the three Roland men appeared in a poor alley on the eastern outskirts.

Gangsters have always grown better in poor lands, where the nobles of the rich have their own militias and guards, and where they are only burdened with rampant hammers, so they can only bully civilians, suck the flesh of the weak, survive in this way and grow.

In the alleys of the slums, it seemed quiet and no one was walking outside.

Roland looked around and occasionally saw a poor man's eyes peeking through the window crevices, but when he saw Roland staring at himself, he immediately retreated into the dark and closed the window tighter.

These eyes are filled with terror and fear.

And inside the alley, there's a hidden smell of blood.