Mages Are Too OP

Hawk, Roland and Betta left.

Seeing the lively beggars and civilians also disperse, only the aristocrats are left in the distance pointing to the point, dressed as high-ranking people, from time to time making a loud laugh.

It seems that the death of this young nobleman has given them great joy.

Roland looked at a small group of aristocrats a while away and sighed slightly before walking in front of two young aristocrats.

Watching two people cry with their brother's body in their arms for a long time, until they cried with no strength or tears, Roland slowly said: "You are the children of that family, where are your parents? ”

This young nobleman has been dead for a long time, and even his two younger brothers have run over and it makes no sense that their parents will not hear this news.

Hearing Roland, both teenagers looked up at him.

There is anger in the eyes of a slightly larger teenager, but not much hatred.

But another teenager, staring at Roland for a while, cried red eyes filled with hatred and fury.

He suddenly stood up and jumped at Roland, yelling, “I killed you, you executioner! ”

Roland stretched his leg, kicked the boy back in one leg, and kicked him back several times.

This young nobleman is an ordinary man. Although Roland is a magician, he is now LV4. Even though his physical attributes grow much lower than that of a warrior, he is much stronger than that of an ordinary man.

It also reacts faster than the average person.

After being kicked back, the teenager lay down on the ground, first standing still for a moment, then shouting painfully and hammering the ground with his fists, even if the flesh was peeled open, he felt no pain.

And the other teenager took a look at his brother, and he turned to Roland: “Sir, allow us to hold the remains of our brother, if you have time… come quietly to our house in the middle of the night and I have something to tell you. ”

Finally, the boy's voice was very light and light, and his lips did not seem to move.

But Roland heard.

This is interesting... Roland pretended not to hear anything and turned around and left.

The aristocrats were still watching the joke, and when Roland walked by, the voices of the aristocrats, though depressed, still did not stop with the disgusting smile on their faces.

Roland didn't want to ignore this group of people, after all, not in the same world, spiritually or physically.

But just as Roland was about to walk past the crowd, he heard a noise. His voice was low but he could hear it, seemingly intentionally.

“Do you really think you're a messenger of justice? It's just the lives of the Dalits. Not a single silver coin is worth fighting for? ”

Roland stopped and turned his head towards the talking nobleman.

A pretty arrogant young man.

Roland hooked his finger to him: "Get out! ”

“I won't come out. How dare you hit me in front of so many people?” Young aristocrats say the worst things with the most arrogance!

Roland did hear what this young nobleman meant, and no one but them nobles was human.

Moreover, he seemed afraid of Roland, after all, so many nobles were present here.

To do it on the spot is not to give face to other nobles.

Hard to hear, it's called trespassing on the dignity of the aristocracy.

Roland laughed softly!

When he was in high school, he dared to beat up a 'rotten boy' in front of the class director. He was also with Shuk, with four other young men, and fought three times with the senior's rotten boys gang.

In that peaceful, even rules-based society, he dared to strike with anger.

And in a world of lawlessness and even extreme backwardness, how could he be more cowardly and tolerant than the real world?

When he finished smiling, he shook his hand.

A flash of small fireball was directly pasted into the arrogant face of the young nobleman. After a blast, the young nobleman rolled to the ground and moaned painfully.

Roland's room reduces the magic of the little fireball, which reduces the power dramatically, and the explosive force is just about a bigger firecracker.

But even so, the young aristocracy suffered, after all, a lot of sensory nerves in the face and fragile skin.

“Ah, my eyes are blind. ”

“My face hurts. ”

“Murdered, help! ”

Young aristocrats scream cowardly, quite humiliating.

“How could you...”

A mature aristocrat seemed to want to reprimand Roland, but Roland seemed to smile and sweep his gaze away, and the man shut up immediately.

Roland's gaze swept through the nobles, and no one dared to look at him. ‘Psychological deterrence' expertise is already in force.

Roland's mind was funny, and he walked up to the young nobleman, who was still rolling his face over the ground, and looked down at him and said, “The life of the untouchable is not worth a silver coin in your eyes. Likewise, your life is not worth a few copper coins in my eyes. I'm in a bad mood today. If you jump out behind me, don't blame me for hitting people. ”

The young aristocrats on the ground shook their bodies for a moment and dared not scream again under their faces.

After that, Roland swept a circle of nobility next to him and no one dared to look at him.

Roland turned around and left.

When he left, a male nobleman with some white hair trembled in anger: “Arrogant, too arrogant. He's stepping us into the mud. Are we going to let the Golden Son go? Before they dared to kill a family member, now they're getting more and more people, and one day, he'll come after us. ”

“What can we do?” There's an aristocrat next to him laughing, “Why don't you take us against them, Your Excellency? ”

Upon hearing this, the male nobleman with white hair immediately shut up and shut up.

Stupid bastard!

Roland walked down the street and people would still walk away early when they saw him.

Roland wasn't used to it before, and there was always an embarrassing feeling. But two months down, he was used to it.

Roland is in a much better mood, and when people are really depressed, they need to exercise to feel comfortable.

Back at the Magic Tower, Roland assembled all the magic apprentices.

With the exception of Vivian, all the other magic apprentices were 'wearing' a deep dark circle and wondering how desperate they were to practice.

Roland coughed softly and said: "The hand of the magician you have learned. Derivative magic can be practiced later. After all, it is difficult for you to derive magic. Now I'll teach you another zero level trick, spell puppet. ”

In the case of other magic towers, the mentor only teaches zero level magic, the magic apprentices do not speak on the surface, the psyche must have some opinions.

But unlike here, all magic apprentices have made it clear how powerful Roland's level of 'creation' magic is, and there are six kinds of magic derived from the hand of a magician, each of which is quite practical.

So now that Vice President Roland wants to teach the puppets of magic, there must be a lot of derivative magic.

Learn, of course.

Everyone took out their precious notebooks.