Mages Are Too OP

Old John finally understood why his son had previously evaluated the four golden sons of the city with the adjectives of ‘fraud’ and 'slippage’, which were clearly emotionally predisposed.

These golden sons, say a set, do a set of abilities, not worse than their nobles.

“Since His Excellency Roland so requests, I shall be blunt.” When Old John glanced at the other three people and found that they were eating specially, but were still paying attention to themselves, he laughed and continued: “Regarding the new pier, I must let some people in. I don't know what you four think? ”

“Sure?” Roland asked.

Hawk and Rink also put down their knives and forks.

“Absolutely!" Old John nodded. "This is my John's territory. Anyone who builds something on this land must have our family's consent. You didn't ask us, you built it yourself. It's not good. Under the laws of the Kingdom, you are to be imprisoned for three months and to seize all your property. ”

Roland wasn't nervous at all, and Hawk and Rink were even smiling.

“So we're going to go to jail after this meal?” Roland asked.

With a breeze blowing in, the candles in the corners of the ballroom began to shake, and the shadows twisted and stretched around several people in the center, like the ghost of a rave.

As the breeze passes, the twisted shadow gradually becomes normal.

Old John Hahaha laughed: “How is that possible? Everyone knows reason, knows the general public, and doesn't make things so rigid at all. ”

Roland glanced at Hawk, who started eating again.

This is the signal they agreed to earlier, and the negotiations continue to Roland, with no change in the bottom line.

Roland's gaze went back to Old John, and he whispered, "Yeah, I believe the old city owner. You're a man of reason. Hawker worked hard to build the dock and solved the employment problems of hundreds, even thousands of beggars and displaced people in Del Bond. He'll pay a lot of taxes later, no credit or hardship, and the city owner won't reward you? ”

The smile of the owner of the city slowly solidified and he looked at Roland.

Roland is still smiling at him.

Old city owners are gaining momentum.

But Roland still looks faint.

After a while, the city owner stood up and said, "I'm a little sleepy, son. Help me entertain these four gentlemen for a while. ”

Little John faded with no expression.

Next, there was a silence in the ballroom, no one to talk to, only Roland and four other people to eat.

About a dozen minutes later, Roland found a reason to leave the castle, and Hawk et al. followed.

Little John didn't send it.

Walking out of the castle, looking at the suspension bridge behind him closing up at an extremely fast pace, Roland hummed and turned his head to Hawk and said, “Be careful, old John seems to be going after us. ”

And Jett said, “Why didn't you just try to spin around? ”

“You can't spin around.” Roland shook his head: "The other side is forcing us to make a statement, and that's bound to cross Hawk's bottom line. If we are not united this time, he will find a breakthrough that will take us down one by one. ”

“We won't die, and we're afraid he won't?” Jett's a little upset.

“We can be resurrected, but if one breaks, he can kill us back to zero.” Roland explains, "We're good, but we're too few. He has an elite army, not the kind of small aristocratic militia Hawk used to deal with, and he himself is a professional, and we have little chance of winning, much less being opponents when we split up. We barely made it to LV5 in six months. How many months of our lives? ”

Jett snapped: “I can't tell, he looks like a martial arts barbarian, but he's accidentally cunning. ”

Roland turned his head and looked at Hawk: "How many days do you Silver Wings have left to assemble here? ”

“The first group will arrive in five days. ”

“That'll only take five days.” Roland thought about it and said, "The four of us better be together these days. Let's meet at the pier. I'll go to the magic tower and tell you something. We'll be there in a minute. ”

“Then I'll go back to the Temple of Life and clean it up. ”

Then the four of them broke up. Roland went back to the Tower of Magic, rang the Golden Bell, and gathered everyone together, and said, "I'm going to stay at the pier outside the city for a while, Vivian, and you're going to invite Aldo to the Tower of Magic to sit in town, and remember, it's my request, and if he doesn't say yes, I won't count what I promised him. ”

The magic apprentices were stunned, and then they shouted.

“Vice Chairman, don't throw us away from you. If you can't make it, you can't make it with our magic tower. Who else is our magic tower afraid of? ”

“Yeah, vice president, don't go. There's something we can fight together. Although our families are all small aristocratic families, united, they are a bit prestigious. ”

Vivian said, "Vice President, every time something happens, you leave us alone, and we're not happy. ”

The newest two little guys, a little overwhelmed.

Roland laughed: "I can't help it, who told you not to argue! If you are all official magicians, I will stay. ”

After a bunch of magic apprentices heard this, their faces were all chatty, and although Roland's words were disgusting, they didn't feel any offense.

After all, they really don't argue.

Roland looks at Vivian: "I trust you the most. Remember, you have to tell the chairman exactly what I just said, okay? ”

Roland's expression was solemn, and Vivian couldn't help but nod her head.

Soon after, Roland came out of the magic tower and went straight to the pier outside the city.

Curfews do not exist for impostors like them. And it seems that the captain of the city hasn't heard from the owner yet, and he let Roland out of town without any hesitation, and then Jett walked out of town.

In the largest wooden square tower building on the pier, charcoal shines red and red in an iron black basin, while the larger, fresh-watered wooden basin holds this iron basin.

Burning fires in wooden houses is a fairly necessary anti-firefighting measure.

And on the charcoal basin, there's a pot with all sorts of ingredients rolled over it.

The flavor of hot pot soup spreads out.

Roland, Hawk, Link, and Jett each sat in one position, chatting, and the four of them brushed their minds and minds on the forum.

As he brushed, Link suddenly laughed: "Ha ha, Roland Sand Sculpture. ”

This sudden curse almost broke everyone's waist.

Link frowned and smiled softly: "In the picture section, there is a serum sticker. Look for yourself. ”

Roland clicked in and quickly found the poster and found it!

It is indeed a Roland sand sculpture.

A statue made of sand.