Mages Are Too OP

After laughing, Roland went out to look for Hawk.

Hawk became a huge, powerful monster like a gorilla. He sat on the stone steps, gauging with interest the tall, raised muscle on himself, and was quite pleased.

Hawk had pinched his game to look like a bearded face in order to be more aggressive, and the change now fits his meaning.

Link hasn't changed much, and although his body has grown a small circle, it hasn't affected his senses.

The beggars were somewhat surprised by Hawk's change, but were not afraid.

The stronger their ‘heads' are, the safer they will be sheltered. They had had enough of being displaced, bullied and never had a full life. As long as they're protected, the leader becomes a dragon, and they won't have a problem with it.

Roland saw Hawk and looked at him like he couldn't help but shake his head: “You have such a unique aesthetic. ”

“What do you know? That's what men are called.” Hawk poses as a fine master, and his muscles keep bouncing, like a little mouse walking under his skin, looking extremely nauseous.

Roland had a nasty look on his stomach and said, "Get rid of all your beggars, and let go of the disappearance of the girl for a while. ”

Hawk stunned: “You just gave up? ”

Roland shook his head: "How is it possible to do whatever it takes, just hang on to the big fish for a while. ”

Hawk smiled. “I get it. ”

Back in town from out of town, Roland came to Ash Sand Tavern.

It's still noisy, but as Roland enters, the noise grows smaller and smaller and stops almost entirely.

With the arrival of a master magician, they would not have dared to make a scene, and Roland's reputation is now low in Del Bon City, especially after the three of them ‘rounded up' the eldest son of the Edwards yesterday, almost the entire city's 'face figures’ recognized him.

Even the nobles dare to kill, killing a few civilians is not like playing!

Heavy spills of teethy sweat and Roland is not used to it, but he has to endure it.

He went to a table and sat down, and the bartender came and asked with humility and care, "Master, what would you like to drink? ”

“Best fruit wine ever.” Roland smiled gently, “I'd like to see Gru, by the way. ”

“Got it." The bartender retreated, turning around, wiping the cold sweat off his forehead with his sleeve.

Soon a glass of fruit wine was served by the maid.

This is the best wine they have at Ash Sand Tavern, which they don't usually sell, at least not to civilians.

After about a dozen minutes of waiting, the sweaty Gru quickly walked in from outside the tavern.

He stood in front of Roland and was rather embarrassed to say, "I'm sorry, I was out there with something. I came as soon as I was notified. ”

“Nothing. It's not right on my side to interrupt your business.” Roland nodded softly and apologized.

When I saw Roland speak as well as last time, Grosson breathed. He sat in front of Roland, wiping the hot sweat off his forehead with a handkerchief, and asked, "Is there anything I can do for you this time, Your Excellency? ”

The pub was quiet at the time, and although they didn't speak loudly and nobody looked at them both, Roland knew that the surrounding drinkers must be holding their ears up to hear what they were talking about.

Though there is widespread fear of power, people also love to dig the corners of power and eavesdrop on what it is.

Looking around, Roland asked, "Do you have a secret place here? ”

“Yes, there is!” Gru stood up immediately: “I'm sorry, I neglected. ”

He stood up and showed Roland the way.

The two then entered a small house.

Thick wooden doors, solid walls do guarantee the soundproofing of this small house.

The two of them sat around a table again. Roland put a small sign from Edward's house on the table and said, "Do you know this crest? ”

Groux took the crest and looked around, embarrassed to say, "I'm sorry, I've never seen it. Nobody in our city of Del Ban uses the family crest of this figure. ”

He's not from Del Ban!

It is no surprise, however, that the other party will certainly not be so easily exposed, which may be the other party's intentional way of confusing their gaze.

“It doesn't matter if you don't know.” Roland went on to say: “I've heard about your past of the Ash Sand Gang, and you guys are quite following the rules...”

Heard here, Gru was sweating cold.

Now it is unclear to anyone in Derbonne that these golden sons are all neutral and virtuous camp, and when they see someone committing a crime, they go forward and stop it and use physical means to preach justice.

And not to mention that big thing two months ago, in the last two months alone, a golden son named Betta didn't know how many thieves' hands were broken and how many bullies he kicked.

There are also two golden sons outside the city to find a way to live for the beggars. Some small gangs relying on ‘sucking’ the flesh cut off their financial resources, trying to reason in the past, didn't want to do it, but they still couldn't score the north-east by two people.

This Roland right here is the lowest and the most mysterious.

Orthodox practitioner, now vice president of the Magic Tower.

He is investigating the disappearance of a young girl.

Those aristocrats, although ostensibly unfavourable to Roland's behavior, thought he was doing useless work, or thought he was obscene.

But Gru knew very well that the nobles were afraid that Roland would put the charges on themselves in case of an investigation.

It's just a disdainful surface, and it doesn't hide the fear inside.

So now Roland, in half a sentence, scares Gru enough.

“Although the means are somewhat inappropriate, in the end, you are more disciplined.” Roland smiled when he saw Gru's pale face and said, “So there's something I'd like to ask you to help me with. ”

“Go ahead.” Gru relieved himself for a long time.

“I need you to find out the names, ages, of all the girls who have disappeared in recent years near that little forest. It would be better to find out the approximate time of death as well. ”

Gru focuses: “I'll make it. ”

Actually, it was difficult, but Gru wouldn't dare say no. If he refuses, the Ash Sand Gang will be the ‘evil’ place in Roland's eyes.

Roland's heart was relieved, and for the first time, he threatened people like this, and success is a good thing. He then thought about it and said: "I don't have any money, I don't have any money...”

“No, it is an honor for us Ash Sand Gang to work for you. ”

“Listen to me.” Roland goes on to say, "Our Golden Son is in exchange for equal value. You and your boss can choose a few smarter looking kids to send to the Magic Tower, and I will choose one or two more talented seedlings to stay and make them magic apprentices! ”

Gru rested his hands on the table, and the whole person suddenly got up and looked incredibly at Roland: "Really? ”