Mages Are Too OP

Hawk was so much bigger than he was that he couldn't sit in his usual chair and could only stand and chat.

Roland stood with him.

Just a body standing in front of itself as if it were a high wall. Roland always felt so oppressed, he looked at the muscle monster in front of him helplessly and sighed, “Do you really think this is a good image? ”

“Very good." Hawk answered like a hong bell and asked strangely: “Are you a little meat aesthetic? ”

Roland shook his head: “That's not true, I'm mediocre, skinny, undressed - flesh is my ideal figure. ”

“Cut, you middlemen are worse than fresh meat aesthetics, not left or right.” Hawk spoke ill.

Roland shouted, “You guys are too extreme. And popular aesthetics is the most important thing. Since the last game update, the proportion of the population in the warrior profession has fallen to 30% of the total, and it is still slowly falling. That doesn't mean anything? ”

“Those people are not strong enough to understand what muscle beauty is. I don't have talent in reality, I can't think of muscles like this, but I didn't think it would happen in the game.” As he spoke, Hawk made a very offensive, difficult fork waist stand motion, his clothes were about to explode with his muscles, and then he said positively: “No more jokes, what are you going to do next? ”

“Two months has been enough to paralyze the man.” Roland said slowly: "He kills a girl every month or two, according to the clues he's drawn, and now he's probably losing it. ”

“I see what you're thinking.” Hawk nods: “After months of training, those intelligence agents have barely made their way in, and this time they will never spook a snake. ”

“Please.” Roland smiled.

“You're welcome.” Hawk shook his head and said, "If you hadn't sold us a gold coin every month, we wouldn't be able to build a force here. We are barely on track to become self-sufficient in the future. I'm curious. How can you be sure it's his? ”

Roland sighed: “We used to go under the lights, keep our eyes on the outside, and he almost played me once, but the fake crest left before another Roland died reminded me. Those who understand magic and are highly intelligent may not necessarily be aristocrats, but may also be from our magic tower. It was Gru who really gave me the information to determine who the killer was. You must not have thought that the Belly Snake Gang, which was exterminated by Bud, was actually the puppet organization of our magic tower. ”

Hawk was stunned: “I really didn't think of that. ”

“Nor did I expect this puppet gang, not even Chairman Aldo, to know. ”

Hawk had a funny smile on his face: "In other words, whoever had the most contact with this gang was the most suspicious! ”

Roland nodded.

“Then I guess I guess who. ”

Half an hour later, Hawk left the Tower of Magic.

And Roland continues to teach magic while continuing to teach magic apprentices as usual.

Then a few days later, 23 children from the Ash Sand Gang were sent.

They lined up in two rows and stood on the ground floor of the Magic Tower reflecting the light, looking nervously at the youth in front of them.

Roland's gaze swept over them, he didn't speak, these kids got more nervous, and... anticipation.

After three minutes, Roland ordered two children to come out and say, "Just the two of you, Vivian, take note of them, and they will be apprentices in the future. If you can't read, teach them to read first. Give them a room. Everyone else, go home. ”

The two children who were spotted were naturally ecstatic, while the other children lost their faces and even a few were sneaking tears.

This is a good thing that's been around for hundreds of years, but they didn't catch it.

Gru and the boss of the Black Sands gang, with several members of the gang outside the magic tower, waited anxiously to see a group of children come out, saw two of the most familiar people in the crowd, and immediately frowned and laughed.

“Rest assured, even if you do not choose, you will be the backbone of our Ash Sand Gang.” Boss Ash is proud to say, "Go back to work, and the Ash Gang's future depends on you. ”

The kids got a little energetic.

And Vivian walked up to the second floor with two of the selected children and just happened to meet Jerry with white hair.

Jerry was old, and although his mental strength was the highest among magic apprentices, he was relatively old and weak, dragged his hind legs, and his progress was far less than that of Vivian.

But even so, Jerry didn't give up.

He is well aware that as the magician improves, his life expectancy slowly increases, his life expectancy slowly increases, or he can become an elite magician.

And by that time, you're going to always apply to have your body electrified, turned into an alternate elemental magician, and have a life span of hundreds of years.

Of course, it was just the best idea, and he knew very well that his talents were not strong and he had a good chance of not surviving that time.

Thus, when he saw two children under the age of twelve, he could not help but show envy and jealousy.

It would be great if I could meet Vice President Roland at this age!

He walked over, looked at the two children who would be a little nervous and scared, sighed and walked down the stairs.

One of the children asked, "Is he the chairman? ”

“No, like my sister and I, are magic apprentices.” Vivian explained.

“At this age, you're still an apprentice. It's hard to learn magic. Can we learn it?” The child asked worryingly.

Vivianne explained softly: "Other magic towers are unclear, but our vice president is very good at teaching people. ”

The two children finally gained some confidence.

At this point, the other fans pushed away, and Cross came out of it and saw the two kids, and said, "Is this the new apprentice the vice president chose? Well, it looks pretty average. ”

Upon hearing this, the emotions of the two children were immediately somewhat depressed.

“Sorry, sorry. Brother, I said something wrong, I'll buy you something later to accompany you.” Cross laughed.

“Are you going out too?” Vivian was a little surprised.

“Anyone but me go out?” Cross was a little surprised.

Vivian said, "Jerry's out, too, and he doesn't seem very happy. ”

“Jerry, he's probably going to see his grandson.” Cross smiled, “He goes to see his grandson every other month or two. ”

“So where are you going? ”

“I went around the slave market, and since you didn't want to take the initiative, I went to see what was good in there and bought one for the vice president. ”

Vivian's face immediately grew gloomy: "How dare you! ”

“Then take your own initiative.” Cross hummed and went down the stairs.