Mages Are Too OP

Derbonry, which used to be very lively, is now much quieter.

There are still vendors on the side of the road, but they don't dare to make loud noises anymore. Even pedestrians who buy and sell goods will subconsciously keep their voices down. After all, there is still black blood on the roads, beggar troops outside the city are still burying the bodies, they have been working all night, and a small number of soldiers are not in the ground.

And the guards on the walls changed, and the traders in and out indicated that they were very uncomfortable.

I used to be familiar with the doors, even if I brought some contraband, I could just plug some money and pass, but now I can't touch the temper of the Golden Sons, so I simply waited for a few more days and waited for something to turn out.

Whether strict or loose, there will always be a standard.

And the worst fear is this mess, there's no standard, and anything could be singled out as a reason to screw you.

They also heard that tonight the Sons of Gold will be attending a banquet organized jointly by the nobles and that there will be a positive conclusion on the rules and the distribution of benefits.

Almost everyone is waiting for this banquet and for news after it.

Waiting is a painful thing, and nobles and businessmen, even mercenaries, collectively believe that today is their toughest day.

But it won't die any longer, and time passes a little after all.

In the evening, the city almost ‘lived'.

The aristocrats who are eligible to attend the banquet are already dressed up in their homes, waiting for the darkness of the sky to bring their wives or lovers to the Aldo estate.

Small nobles or small businessmen who are not eligible to participate also come out of their homes.

They gathered in taverns, hotels and other places near the Aldo estate, waiting for news, almost all of which took up their places.

Some even fought hard for a seat.

In order to show a solemn atmosphere, Aldo took out the spare magic lamps that the Tower used to photograph, hung them all over the estate, borrowed dozens of good cooks from various familiar aristocratic families to help with the work, and also borrowed several skilled housekeepers to handle the scheduling and cooperation of the entire venue.

Many magic lights form a bright light screen that is almost ready for daylight.

As more and more guests arrive, the entire estate grows louder and louder, splitting into dozens of small groups, bragging about each other and talking about delightful topics.

Several housekeepers entertained guests in front of them, while Aldo stood on the balcony, looking down the square at the dense numbness, revealing a delightful splendor.

His beloved maid snuggled him and said, "I've never seen you so happy. ”

“Because my manor has never been so lively.” Aldo's face had the pleasure of translating it with extreme repression, and even a bit of madness: “Since I knelt before that woman, there has been no dignity for the doer. But now I've got it all over again, and while it's someone else who earned it for me, it's false, but it also makes me happy. ”

The maid looked at Aldo with pity, and she knew her master well, although she was usually laughing and scolding, she was essentially under heavy psychological pressure.

The maids of the entire estate fought, but inside they were grateful to Aldo. So these clandestine fights converge within a range, never letting their owners know, disturbing.

After all, it was Aldo who rescued them from that dark slave market and gave them a place to rest.

As the maid was trapped in her memory, she suddenly found herself quiet down there, barely hearing the chatter of the bustling crowd, and then she heard Aldo's slightly happy voice.

“Here they come. ”

Four young men in plain clothes came to the doorstep of the estate, each of them remarkable.

Whether it's a strong, horrible, muscle-filled hawk like an animal, a strong, but sweeping Link, a Jet with a stick and dusty temperament, and a knowledgeable and steady Roland at first glance.

Their temperament is clearly incompatible with the world.

When they entered the estate, almost everyone stopped talking and looked at them.

Roland, Hawk and Link are all used to the big scene, so they walk naturally.

Jett was a little nervous, but he had a face and didn't show fright.

Immediately after entering the estate, Roland saw Aldo, who smiled and hugged Roland first, then greeted Hawk, Link and Jett in turn.

Then he took the four of them to the banquet hall.

It was a crowded courtyard, but as soon as Aldo took over the reception of the two housekeepers, there was an open road in the middle. The nobles tried to squeeze behind each other and did not want to block the four golden sons.

Entering the banquet hall, Roland found it much brighter inside through the outside.

And at the long table in the middle of the banquet hall, there were already five people sitting there.

They met the Roland Four and stood together without a date.

Aldo took Roland and them.

Both sides looked at each other with a long table.

And Aldo stood by the throne, coughing softly, drawing everyone's gaze to himself, and said, “I'm sure you're familiar with these four, and our main characters, so I won't introduce them. Roland, and Hawk, Rink, and Jett, four of you, I'm going to introduce you to these five very important men or beautiful women in Del Bon. ”

Among the five, there was an old woman, who heard Aldo, and covered her lower face lightly with a feather fan. Her wrinkled eyelids could still smile like a bent moon. From this, it can be seen that when she was young, she must also be a great beauty.

After that, Aldo blew awkwardly at the five.

According to the habit of the nobility, the five men were given the title, and Aldo was given the title.

Roland, on the other hand, uses his own logic for streamlined analysis.

All five of them were nobles, and even each had a monopoly on the iron business, the food business, the fur business, the gemstone business and the seasoning business in the city.

Roland looked at them and thought about it for a moment, and he said, "Actually, you're all related to John the Town Owner, right? ”

“Wow, you can actually guess.” The old lady put the fan away: “Well deserved, master of knowledgeable and wise magicians. ”

Roland sighs: “It's not that hard. Everything you do is quite important. If I was the owner of the city, I wouldn't leave it to outsiders, I'd have to let my own people take care of it. It's a simple logic, my friends can definitely figure it out. ”

Hawk's expression was fine as soon as it came out, but Jett's and Link's expressions seemed vain.

Their faces were seen in the eyes of five people across the street, all of whom showed a slight glance and were not obvious or painful.

Roland turned around and looked at Link and Jett, quite speechless.

In this case, even if you don't think about this part so quickly, don't show your faint face, it's just smoking your face.