Mages Are Too OP

Roland knew that Cross' death would have some repercussions in Del Pont City.

But he was wrong, not to elicit a certain response, but to a very large extent, even more incredible than Hawk and Link did.

The reason is simple: although Cross is still an apprentice in magic, he is also young and likely to become a full magician in the future.

Secondly, Cross is also a member of the Magic Tower. It is all Roland's family, especially now that Aldo obviously doesn't want to be a member, Roland is a master of the Magic Tower.

And Cross, who is also very good at getting in touch with the outside world, is kind of a more capable person, and should be deeply in love with Roland.

But it didn't occur to me that Roland actually killed Cross himself.

Just because Cross killed a dozen slut girls?

Almost everyone in power thinks Roland's crazy.

A promising, future practitioner, his left and right arm, was frozen into an ice sculpture just because he killed a few Dalit girls, not a word.

Such ‘slaughter boldness’ chills all nobles.

If Hawk and Lindo are crazy, they can still understand that it was the outsiders who killed them.

It's the first time they've ever met someone like Roland who's going to do something about his future.

Sick!

John feels the same way. He slammed the table in his study and said with great anger: “I told you how many months ago there were beggars wandering outside my door, turning out the kid suspected me of being the real killer. Shit, he despises me too much. Am I the kind of guy who thinks about ugly slut girls? “

Opposite, John's sister rolled on the bench with a smile.

John is one of those proud people who thinks he deserves a girl of his own, beautiful, not to mention noble. A woman like that who just touches their hair feels like she's tarnishing her family's honor.

I couldn't stop laughing at the girl sitting upright and saying, “I think their golden sons are interesting, they don't seem to see us as nobles. I've been in contact with that Betta a few times, and it feels strange. Tell him he's proud, but he can have fun and cheer up with the people. Tell him he's not proud. When he talks to me, he doesn't even have the guts to laugh at my taste in clothing. ”

“I don't think you look good with it either.” John helplessly said, "There's no black long-sleeved dress with a light green underwear that looks weird. ”

“Whatever I want, I'm not wearing it. ”

“Well, whatever you want.” John has a helpless attitude toward his sister: “Are you sure you want to go to King's City? ”

“Yes, I intend to visit the Aristotle family. After all, Joanna and I had an appointment six months ago. ”

John looked out the window and said casually: "It's good to get in touch with Aristotle Doddo. Their demonic skills are pretty good. If you can get some magic out of it, you'll make a lot of money. ”

“It's hard. ”

“Yeah, it's hard.” Long sighed John: “Betta seems to be going to the Imperial City, too. ”

“How do you know?” A teenage girl's unconsciousness comes up with a sentence.

Then she saw her brother's strange eyes and immediately shy of covering her face with her hands.

So that's it!

Motherfucker, these golden sons are so annoying, they either rob their own wind or treat themselves like a hungry pervert, and now they rob their lovely sister.

He had even thought that a golden son named Betta appeared in front of him six months or a year later, holding his sister in his arms and saying with a deadbeat, "Your sister tastes like a doughnut. ”

Damn, I miss hammers.

Looking at Big Brother, the girl ran away with her face.

After a gentle sigh of relief, John summoned the housekeeper and said: "Prepare me four invitations for the four golden sons of the city. Be sure to speak with them respectfully and tell them that I hope they will come to my castle tonight. This is a private feast, and no one will attend except the five of us. We will discuss the next issue of stability in Derbonne. ”

The butler bowed away immediately.

Roland was currently browsing the forum, and yesterday he had uploaded a follow-up video of the disappearance of a teenage girl to the forum, which was a real boom.

And now he's looking at a poster from a player named Carl.

Let's change this rotten and backward world.

The idea is that the players themselves embrace a land of powerlessness, receive displaced civilians, buy slaves and return to form a small country, adopt the system of modern society today, abolish slavery, nobility and other unjustified systems, and spread the idea of equality for all.

This post is already the hottest and has been added by the forum owner.

The players on this post are divided into three groups.

The first was the pro-peace, and they thought it was a great idea, and they were excited to start discussing how to start the first step.

The second faction is naturally the opposition, and the reasons for it are strange.

Some want to experience lagging native ecosystems, others want to study them and not let them disappear. Others simply want to enjoy a life of 'superiority’ under slavery, after all the professionals do have a better position, especially the impostors.

And some people simply think that the people who are proposing this plan are crazy to take power.

The third is the melon wall pie, and they say, if the players are too powerful, they go to the NPC, and if the players are too weak, they naturally come together.

As soon as this talent was sent out, it was ridiculed by the crowd: "You think you are from the Mo family?"

Roland frowned and looked through most of the responses, then left himself with four Song typefaces that were bolder and darker.

‘Tis not the time! ’

Turn off the forum, Roland went to the knife gallery, and at breakfast, the two brothers and sisters frequently measured him. The expression seemed strange.

After breakfast, Qi Shaoqiu called Roland to the empty space behind the shed, and he pulled out a cigarette to light.

The mornings in the south were hot, but Qi Shaoqiu said a little chilly: “Did you see the blood yesterday? ”

Roland stunned: “What's with the blood? ”

“I feel a bit of a killer on you.” Qi Shaoqiu's expression is very serious, in conjunction with the rising green smoke marks, appeared to have a strong color: "I taught you the knife technique, I didn't ask you to fight hard, tell me what you did yesterday? ”

Killing... So that's it.

Roland thought of Cross.

“I don't know what to say, but I can only tell you that I didn't do anything against the law. ”

Qi Shaoqiu looked at Roland and stunned quietly for a while. Then he smiled: "Can you cultivate a little kill without doing anything illegal? I know what's going on. No wonder Kim Wen is trying to block you. In that case, I'll let my little sister teach you Taoist health techniques. ”