Mages Are Too OP

Aldo's maids, the highest average quality of all the big men in Del Pointe, and their loyalty to him is extremely high.

At this point, Aldo hugged right, two maids gave him a drink, and a fruity one fed him fruit.

Aldo is still like the last time he escaped, dying. Seeing Roland seemed a little anxious, he said slowly: "Don't be anxious to learn counter-intelligence either. The little wishing technique is not only expensive, it's also a fourth-level magic, and you shouldn't be able to learn it by now. However, it can be learned that Kermil is a proud, pure-blooded nobleman who is not very friendly to civilians and new nobles. It is estimated that your Golden Son should not be seen by him either. ”

When I heard about it, Roland temporarily turned away the idea of learning anti-mystic magic.

“I don't know why you seem so anxious, but you are the son of gold and there is no need to fear death.” Aldo smiled and laughed.

Roland shrugged his shoulders and left from the Aldo estate.

It is true, as Aldo said, that Roland has no reason to ignore the professions of banditry.

But Roland had the feeling that the biggest threat to himself was not the lawbreaker, but the thief, the assassin, the killer, the invisible profession.

Although we are all players, it is the players who are the biggest and the most correct, but the smaller things will be more skipped groups, and I don't know what they will do. Anyway, PK between players doesn't really die, so Roland estimates that PK will become the norm in a few moments.

Others will always be upset to see the more prominent ones.

Roland is now one of the more prominent players known as the first of the magicians.

Someone has now spoken clearly in the forum about how to target him, secretly... well, I don't know how many people want to step on him.

So Roland felt it was necessary to prevent it.

Returning to the Magic Tower, Vivian was quite happy to see him, helping to make pastries and helping to make fruit wine, so he could barely hammer his shoulders.

Then Vivian sat down and started talking to Roland.

She talks about what happened to the Magic Tower in recent times, about what happened to two new little guys, and about what happened when Cross's family came to identify the body.

“Cross' father's hair is all white, he is their only hope, didn't think of it...”

Speaking of which, Vivian's happy expression dimmed and she sighed slightly.

“You must think I'm not close.” Roland looked at Vivian's expression and asked lightly.

Cross is a nobleman and Vivian is also a nobleman. Except for the two new little guys, everyone else is a part of the nobleman. The fall of their family has been settled, so the magician's path is their best way forward.

The nobles are always somewhat proud, and Roland, although not in much contact with them, can also see that they have little regard for the civilian population in general.

There may even be a lot of people who think that Cross is wrong, but killing him directly is too much.

Vivian shook her head: “No one else knows, but I don't think so. I can tell, vice president, that you have the most feelings. ”

And when she said this, the girl's eyes were as if they were flowing like spring water.

Then Vivian left.

Roland ate something and rested in the study.

Unconsciously, it's been six months since I played this game.

It's been here for almost four months.

Hiddenly, this seems to be a new home.

There is always a sense of peace of mind when staying in the study.

After a short break, Roland began to deduce the magic of the 'spell puppet’.

Since I can't learn the anti-stealth ability for the time being, it's not good to turn the puppet into an anti-stealth mode.

Do what you say, but just when you do it, he stands still.

What is the principle of stealth?

Optical Invisibility? Vision hallucinations? Transparent yourself, biogenetically transient?

Hmm... Roland immediately used the Guild System to @ his girlfriend 'Husserey’.

Roland: What is the principle of stealth for you thieves?

HW: How do I know it works anyway?

Roland: Do your research.

Husserley: Get out! You're making it difficult for me to graduate from the University of the Three Wild Chickens, and you've been playing with me for four years.

Roland: So... why don't you come over here and let me do some research?

Hüsele:!!!!!

LI Lin:!!!

SK: Stunning, Roland. When did you get this?

Rolandon was speechless, and he left a despicable expression in the guild, then temporarily abandoned the idea of letting the puppet learn how to counteract stealth.

But that's what makes his brain hole wide open. If he can't get an anti-invisible puppet out, he can get a repulsive puppet first.

Shrinkage, increased perception, increased speed, and more!

With that in mind, Roland immediately gained momentum again.

Making big robots and puppet dolls is a man's passion for getting out of his bones.

Lorraine then devoted herself to making puppet dolls.

Time passes quickly every day.

Because the news of the world was spreading a little slowly, it took almost ten days for Old John, the owner of the city, to receive news that a group of black-clothed men had killed Bethel, the owner of Morey.

The sun was great out the window, but Old John's heart was a little chilly.

Little John went to the other cities in two days to find the female Golden Son. He was packing his rituals. At this moment, he was called to the study by his father. It seemed strange.

“Look for yourself.” A parchment paper was thrown in front of Little John.

After reading it, Little John thought about it and said, "It must have been made by the Golden Sons. Dozens of people, all professionals, this kind of power, the general lord can't take it out, not even us. The royal family can barely do it. ”

Old John nodded: "But we are only free hearts and minds, and there is no way to prove they did it, so there is no way to condemn them. ”

“These golden sons are really slippery.” Little John said uncomfortably, "How dare I say they are cowards or do they have the courage to do such terrible things and hide behind their backs? ”

“You still haven't seen anything deeper.” Old John had some disappointment in his eyes: "If they dare to kill Morrie Bethel, then one day they dare to kill us, just let them find an excuse. ”

Little John's a little confused.

“Murray is smaller, and Bethel is the owner. This means that their Golden Son did not see us as nobles.” Old John slapped the table: "In their eyes, civilians and nobles are no different. There's nothing different between us and civilians. It's just that we have more money, more people. In their eyes, we could even be a legitimate gangster. ”

Little John suddenly felt a little cold.