Mages Are Too OP

Look away?

The word is simple, but Roland can guess how much psychological distress Aldo went through for the phrase 'look away’.

Vivian sighed and walked downstairs.

Roland drank fruit wine and thought about it for a while. There's something about Aldo, there's something about John, and there's a magic model mixed in, and it's messy anyway.

Then he dropped the glass, took a close eye break, cleared his mind of the clutter, and began to deduce his spell puppet model.

Hidden nodes that knew the language gave him a lot of inspiration, other spell models, would there be hidden nodes as well?

There are not many nodes for zero-level magic, it is easy to deduce data, after about four hours of experimentation and data extrapolation, Roland is surprised to find that the zero-level magic of spell puppets does not seem to have hidden nodes.

It seems that not all magic is as‘ vulnerabilities’ as it is knowledgeable about language.

It's a shame. If you have a few more nodes, Roland feels like he can give the magic doll more features.

For example, if you let the magic figure grow more hands, you can get a few extra pieces of equipment.

Or strengthen the magic doll's ability to identify me... and so on!

Since the spell model of the spell puppet does not have a hidden node, what if you add one or two to it?

Once the idea begins, it spreads like wild grass in Roland's heart.

Why can the game NPC create its own magic so I can only paint and modify it on someone else's spell model diagram?

I'll get one myself, okay?

After a while of excitement, Roland quickly got out of breath.

Thoughts alone are not possible, and there must be motivation for action to turn ideas into reality, as well as… a knowledge base.

How do you build a spell model?

How are spell model nodes arranged?

How do you determine the meaning and function of a node in a spell model?

These three basic problems alone have brought Roland down, not to mention the difficulties that have arisen in practice.

See how much you have to learn.

At least we need to figure out what the essence of the magic element is, what the essence of mental power is, and what is the principle of reaction between the two?

Roland felt he needed to figure these two things out before he could talk about creating a blank spell model.

Although there are many collections in the library, these basic core elements are completely absent.

Most are advanced applications of mental power, as well as practical applications of some advanced magic.

And then there's the autobiography of many magicians, or the biography of knights, but there's also a lot of spell models that Roland hasn't been in a hurry to learn, and the spells are inexhaustible, and he's familiar with one, and then he comes up with some derivative magic, which makes it more efficient.

None of the books in the library speak of the basic theory and basic nature of magic.

It's a local magic tower. Don't you know that? Or has there not been a basic theoretical system of magic all over the world?

The former is highly probable, while the latter is unlikely.

Even if humans don't have such a knowledge system, what about the Elves?

This race is said to have the highest magical creation and longevity, does it have a basic theoretical system of magic?

Time soon passes in a thoughtless thought like Roland's.

The white moonlight slanted down from the window, forming a semi-circular white spot on the ground.

The whole city has calmed down and it's late at night.

Roland got up, and then he had to go on an appointment.

But it didn't occur to me that he had just come down to the second floor and met Vivian.

Her face was troubled and she had a cup in her hand and seemed thirsty trying to find some water to drink.

When I saw Roland, I was scared to sleep, and I was surprised and surprised: "Vice President... where are you going at this late hour? ”

“Go for a walk!” Roland smiled and continued: “Rest early, don't be too late, staying up late is a woman's enemy. ”

After that, I went down the stairs.

As Roland's back disappeared beneath the stairs, Vivian lost a little bit, but then suddenly she opened her eyes: The vice president was so angry that he ran out so late alone, what else could he do?

Thinking about it, Vivian grudgingly wanted to bite the handkerchief.

Why didn't the vice president call me? I don't have any charm?

There are curfew rules in Derbonne, but they only work for ordinary people.

Like the nobility itself, most professionals ignore this prohibition.

It's just that Roland can't exercise this privilege right now, and he takes ordinary clothes out of the system backpack and finds a secret place to change them. Then, looking specifically for dark and dark roads, he went to the rich, found a relatively remote small estate, and then flipped in.

Although he is a magician, his professional growth still gives him good physical flexibility, and he is a son of gold, with a higher overall growth rate.

Wizards are just weak relative to warriors, but they are powerful compared to ordinary people.

The small estate is quiet, with no guard patrols and no servants at night.

Only in the small room on the second floor, there was a slight candlelight.

Roland stepped on the grass, crossed the flat courtyard and came to the door.

Push gently... the door is not closed.

Entering the building, it was discovered that the building lacked its own watch and that there was a luxurious smell outside, but the interior… there were not many pieces of furniture, and the living room had only one table and several chairs, looking empty.

Rooms with lights are on the second floor.

Roland found the stairs, walked up to the second floor, and found a room with a hidden door, a faint candlelight coming out of the door seam, leaving a long orange mark on the floor.

Roland walked over and gently opened the door.

There was a teenager sitting inside, and he looked nervously at the door that had been pulled open, but saw Roland, relieved.

Once in the room, Roland covered the door.

And the teenager blew out the candles on the table.

The room darkened, but because of the moonlight, it did not look dim, but rather a sense of quiet.

Roland sat across from the table and said, "Little Edward, are you trying to tell me something? ”

“My brother is a scapegoat.” Little Edward looked at Roland and said seriously.

Deep sorrow is hidden in his eyes.

Roland had had time to ask during the day.

The young aristocrat named Roland Edward, yes, is the same name as Roland.

When asked about it, Roland finally knew why the aristocrats who watched the show were laughing at each other, not only laughing at the dead Roland, but laughing at the living Roland.

The significance of the behind-the-scenes messenger, who singled out this name for his own backing pot, has become clear.

‘I can give in, but I also have a way to let Roland die. ’

That is the meaning, the characteristic tangle feeling of nobility, obviously already scared, but still holding on to its own face, contradictory boring distortion of self-esteem is sneaking around.

Roland wanted to laugh.