Mages Are Too OP

The night was completely dark and Bud sat on the balcony of the room, looking at the stars on the sky.

The candlelight came out of the room behind him, looking at the expensive glass in his hand.

Clear yellow fruit reflects a beautiful light texture that is covetous, yet the glass is shaking slightly, causing a ripple of wine to ripple back and forth.

Bud's hands are still shaking.

The profound smile of Roland and the other two sons of gold is still in front of him.

“We know that there are many good nobles, such as His Excellency Bud. ”

That was even more constant in his mind.

Now he understands what happened to Roland and those two golden sons smiling!

It's a kind of smile when you see a hunter, when you see a fat sheep.

Prey!

Fat sheep!

Such a word excited Bud's brain nerve for a moment, and a tingle, and he wanted to be angry, he wanted to growl, he wanted to smash the incredibly expensive glass in his hand on the spot.

But another kind of trembling sensation from the soul stifled his anger and gave him a fear mentality.

Even three years ago, he had offended the Four Princes and was not afraid to do so.

Those three guys, they really want to kill themselves. They're waiting for their mistakes.

They have no respect for nobility, no respect for power, let alone fear.

How many sons of gold?

If they are small, they will not have a climate, not even infinite regeneration, and too little influence.

But if they are large… their noble lives will be difficult to mix up in the future.

There is even the possibility of being crushed into the ordinary class and replaced by the Son of Gold as the new noble class.

Thinking about it, Bud thinks he's too scared, and then he thinks too much about relationships?

It's just his hands keep shaking, and his instincts tell him it's really possible.

“I'm really crazy! ”

Bud, on the one hand, finds this impossible, but on the other, the subconscious tells him that it is most likely the facts of the future.

Two contradictory emotions upset him.

“What's wrong with you? ”

The familiar voice rang behind Bad.

Bud didn't look back, he kept looking forward and asked, "How did you get in here? ”

“You didn't close the door.” The aristocratic magician who traveled with Bud walked up to Bud and looked at the night sky like him, but found nothing to see, and asked curiously: “What's the matter with you? A depressing look. ”

“Something happened today.” Bud doesn't know how to tell his partner that he's afraid to say what he thinks, and he's going to be laughed at.

The young aristocratic magician looked at his companion with some surprise, and he then asked, "What are you going to do? ”

“Nothing!” Bud sighed, and he felt a little tired: “I intend to go to the Magic Tower tomorrow to certify Roland and return to King's City as soon as possible. ”

The young aristocrat frowned: "What happened? Didn't you want to humiliate Roland this afternoon? Why don't you look happy to me? ”

Happy? Not scared to death is good enough. Bud sighed helplessly: "After tomorrow, I'll tell you what I think on the way back to King's City, and then don't laugh at me. ”

The young aristocratic magician said somewhat helplessly: “Mysterious, forget it, you are an auditor anyway, I just came to play, you can do whatever you want. ”

Bud smiled slightly, just a bitter smile.

Roland returned to Beta's house.

Two women who were still crying swollen their eyes like peaches and looked at him with anticipation.

“Your parents are safe.” Roland nodded, “It's time to go home, but I still said that and finally persuaded them to leave the city. We still haven't figured out who the killer is. ”

Two women bowed to him and then left Betta's house.

And Betta took a plate of salted beans from the kitchen and put some fruit wine on the table: "Tell me what happened. ”

“Even the cowhide eater is ready?” Roland laughed, sat down, had a sip of wine, and said, "By the time we got to the target, the target had been killed. But I know the target too, Bud from King's Landing! ”

“Is he trying to erase the clue?” Betta asked.

Roland shook his head: "No, your maid had an accident before he got to Del Bon City, and it had nothing to do with him. He just figured out what we wanted to do, did what we wanted to do one step ahead of time, and tried to humiliate me with it. ”

“What's wrong with this guy?” Betta also ate the salted beans and frowned and asked.

“The nobleman's son, how do we ordinary people know that?” Roland remembered when Bud was choked up by the three of them and couldn't help but smile: “Before Bud left, he told us that the gang leader he had killed had taken everything to himself. Rationally, this should be over. ”

“But obviously it's a backpack?” Betta continued.

Roland nodded: “We think Lisa was dressed with an ice sword, and there was no blood left on the scene, and the killer should know magic. That Yakuza is fat and has bigger arms than his head. How could he be a magician? Besides, I didn't feel a hint of magic in the gang leader. ”

Beta was a little upset: "The clue broke again? ”

“No, there's a clue.” Roland smiled slightly: “The Bud was not very interested in us, he was arrogant at best, trying to obscure my accomplishments, but then he mentioned that we were sons of gold, and it seemed that he had just learned, clearly, that someone had told him about us in the last two days. ”

Betta was smart, too, and he just realized, “What's Bud's latest place? ”

“The castle!” Roland said, "The owner of the castle has led the army out. Who is the man in the castle now? Who's got a problem with our Golden Son? ”

Berta's eyes lit up: "Is there a trace of the presence of magic elements on that man? ”

“Even though he tried to hide it, I could still feel it, yes!” Roland tapped his fingers gently on the edge of the glass, with some light in his eyes: “I thought Aldo was more likely, but now John's in my sight. ”

Beta took a deep breath: “This man has a good reputation among the civilian population, and many say he is a noble conscience. ”

“It's just a masterpiece on the surface.” Roland laughed, “I told Vivian earlier that if he really cared so much about the people, he should be committed to reducing the number of beggars in the city and maintaining law and order here, rather than ignoring what some nobles ate. ”

“I'll find a way to keep an eye on him.” Betta punched the glass in her hand onto the table.