Mages Are Too OP

Roland continues to derive spell puppet models in his study.

Then two rays of light suddenly came in through the window, leaving two light shifts on the gray rocky walls.

Then one slowly moves the circle clockwise and the other counterclockwise.

Roland saw two light shifts and stood up.

This is the signal he made with Hawk, that is… the killer made a move.

Finally, after two months of waiting, the murderer finally couldn't help it.

Roland quickly walked down the stairs and then ran into Vivian, who was taking two kids upstairs for a tour of the lecture.

“Vice Chairman, are you going out too? ”

Vivian felt a little strange, how one or both ran out today. Most of the time, magicians are very residential and spend every day studying magic in magic towers.

Less than an hour, like today, with three people out, is a rare occurrence.

The magicians just don't want enough time each day, they want 240 hours each day.

“Yeah, go out for a walk, do magic tests every day, people are dying. ”

Vivian wanted to say she was following, but when she looked at the two little kids around her, she dismissed the idea.

Roland entrusts himself with this task, and can't go out and play without completing it. Otherwise, the idea of shopping with Roland won't come true, and even an irresponsible label may fall in Roland's eyes.

“That president has fun with you. ”

Roland waved at Vivian with a smile and then left the Tower of Magic.

And then his face changed, and he became very serious, and even a little bit of a killer.

Hurry up and get to the secluded spot you've been waiting for, where two beggar-like people are waiting. When he saw Roland, he immediately lowered his head slightly and said, "Your Excellency, our chief asked us to take you directly out of town. ”

Roland nodded, saying nothing, followed the two beggars out of the city centre and quickly walked into the dense woods northwest of the city. In order not to attract attention, the killer even changed the location of the crime.

Into the dense woods, we walked about a hundred meters inward.

In the dark woods, Roland sees Hawk and Rink standing not far in front of each other, then falling forward and sitting on a man, Cross.

There was also an undressed farm girl who stood frightened and looked quite frightened.

When they heard the voice behind them, both Hawk and Rink turned around and saw Roland coming, the former smiled softly and said, “Next up is the matter inside your magic tower, and we won't be involved. ”

Roland nodded.

Hawk and Rink then left with the overwhelmed girl next to them.

Then only Roland and Cross were left in the forest.

Cross drowned his head and dared not look at Roland.

Roland sighed and asked, "Why? ”

Roland has always believed that whenever he finds the killer, he doesn't say anything, kills him directly and gives him no chance to speak. Such a villain, after all, is not a pity to die.

But when he really found the killer and found out he knew him, Roland felt he should hear the other side's argument.

It's not about letting each other go, he's simply curious why Cross did it.

Cross finally raised his head, and he looked at Roland with shame: "I'm sorry, Vice President, I don't want to do this. I just can't help it. ”

“Why do you have to target ordinary girls? And killing people, that's too much. ”

Cross stood up when Roland realized that his hand had broken and he was sweaty and pale.

“I'm noble, how can I find those filthy women!” Cross's otherwise slightly handsome face became distorted:

“Then why kill them? I believe it's easy to find a long-term, relatively clean lover as you are.” Roland asked lightly.

"I'm a nobleman," Klaus said softly. ”

Roland understands.

Identity gaps, some people just value this stuff.

In his spare time, Roland had heard Vivian say that Cross was a member of a fallen aristocratic family and could not normally see anything, but essentially he was a man of strong self-esteem and sensitivity who feared that others would look down on him.

Everything is hidden in my heart.

The more such a person is, the easier it is to go to extremes.

Roland didn't understand the mindset of this person, and he didn't want to, and he looked at Cross and said lightly, "Do you have any last words? ”

Cross's face grew more pale: "Vice Chairman, you're kidding. ”

“Do you think I look like someone who would joke about something like this?” Roland looked at him quietly.

“It's just a few slutty girls… I can pay for it. ”

Roland looked at him quietly.

“Vice Chairman, you can't be so cruel. Those are only dastardly girls, and I have never done anything to noble girls. ”

Roland still looks at him quietly.

Cross's face turned miserable.

He knew very well that people like Roland with a calm personality, once they didn't talk, it was really serious.

Cross's legs softened and he knelt down: “Vice Chairman, you can see this for a while, I will serve you with all my heart...”

Speaking of which, a giant blue fist suddenly appeared in front of Roland, clamping in the wind.

One of the derivative spells of the magician's hand, Roland's, Cross used it well.

But unfortunately, a big blue magician's hand held this fist directly in his hand.

It was just Cross's ploy, and he never thought he might be Roland's opponent.

The attack was simply to create a means of escape.

Seeing the hands of the two magicians collide, Cross jumped and ran straight into the deep forest.

He just slowed down without a few steps.

In less than two seconds, he'll be in place.

He looked to the ground and somehow the surrounding ground had been frozen by a large frost layer.

And his legs were frozen.

Ice Ring!

Cross looked at his legs, even more shocked, and the ice cream continued to climb up along his legs, extremely fast.

Soon his legs were unconscious, and he turned his torso hard and looked back at Roland, trying to talk, but his whole body was losing heat and his muscles were completely out of control.

In two seconds, the frost climbed to his face, and in half a second, Cross became a snow-white ice sculpture.

With Roland at the center of the circle, within 100 meters of each other, it's a completely frozen world.

All the trees were covered with a layer of white frost.

Roland walked up to Cross and sighed softly.

Murdered... but he didn't have much of a sense of killing. I felt like I was pinching a little animal, and although I was a little exclamated, my mind wasn't upset.

Do you still think of this as a game?

Or was he born a cold-blooded man?

Roland is lost.