Mages Are Too OP

“What business cares about our Silver Wings Guild?” Hawk asked curiously.

Roland raised the glass to show the other three, then sipped, and said, "How many magicians do you have now, Silver Wings? I mean, Stability wants to keep playing, the kind that doesn't get cut off. ”

“Around ten, maybe.” Hawk thought about it and went on to say, “You know, magicians are a very difficult profession, and not everyone is as gifted as you are. Our practitioners are quite a few, but most of them are magicians, and some of them are priests. ”

There has been a surge in the number of magicians since the official ‘cut’ off the warrior's ‘appearance’. After all, charm is the main attribute, it is easy to learn skills, as long as the level reaches, you can understand yourself.

So the magician is handsome and simple, not bad strength, who doesn't like it.

“I want to organize a learning support group.” Let your guild magicians go to our magic tower and progress with the magic apprentices, "Roland said. ”

Huh?

Don't say Hawk, even the other two seem a little strange.

Hawk stared at Roland and asked inexplicably, "Aren't you already the most powerful magician of our players? Isn't that enough to teach those magic apprentices? ”

Roland answered with some embarrassment: "I can teach them the theoretical stuff, but I can feel it, and there's some practical action, and I have some... generational communication with them. ”

Hawk stunned for a moment, and he said helplessly, "I get it. That's what it's called, the foundation of a master's eye. It's not quite the same as the foundation of a normal person, is it? ”

Roland also felt a little embarrassed: “I don't know what to say. ”

Indeed, Roland was able to clearly explain the theory of each spell model, but some of the operations he saw as simple were difficult for an apprentice in magic.

For example, an apprentice asked last time, "Vice President, how can you quickly direct magic from this point to another point? ”

“Couldn't we just muster enough magic in the starting point and then boost it in the past?” Roland replied.

But the magic apprentice was blinded: "But how do I know if there's more or less magic? ”

Roland said naturally, "I can feel it. ”

Thereafter, the magic apprentice went into autism.

Seeing the mental state of the apprentice, Roland remembered a joke he had heard before.

A level 10 plier brings an apprentice, who asks, "Master, how can you feel the error in parts processing by hand? ”

“Put your hands on it and close your eyes to feel it. ”

And then this apprentice went on to become a device operator.

While Roland sees diligence as the most important thing, he also has to admit that the gap between people's talents can sometimes be so great as to cause despair.

During this time, he discovered that the apprentices in the Magic Tower, although they had learned the theory of the hand of the Mage very well, had progressed rather slowly in the method of operating the method of application. At first, he thought that his explanation was not clear enough, but now he understood that it was purely a gap in basic abilities, leading to a difference in the heights and depths of the foundation.

Magic apprentices are in the depths, and even when they look up, they can't see Roland, because they're blocked by the high ground, they can't understand how clear Roland's perception of magic is.

And Roland stood on the high ground, looking down, and he couldn't see the depths covered by the high ground, so he couldn't feel the kind of blindness that the apprentices were looking at magic in front of him, but it was hard to mobilize.

So Roland thought, in that case, why not let the magician players, who are similar in talent and apprenticeship, join the magic tower, and they should have the same basic literacy to learn from each other and progress together.

Hawk agreed with this suggestion with both hands raised.

But out of the instinct of the Vice President of the Guild, he said, "So what do we get? ”

“Magic Tower books are open to all players, and players can apply for some magic resources.” Roland laughed: “Of course there can't be too much, after all, the resources of the Magic Tower are limited. ”

"How much resources can a person have each month," Hawk asked. ”

Roland thought about it, summing up the number of people and the income of the Magic Tower at this stage, and he said, "You can't exceed thirty silver coins a month. ”

“Too little.” Hawk slaps the table, although he thinks his strength is light, but it's all for a fighter player who has grown to the limit. He slams the table so loud that the tableware jumps and jumps: “You have about ten gold coins a month, but only thirty silver coins are recruited. Everyone is a player, no pay for equal work, capitalist style, isn't that too much difference? At least one gold coin. ”

“When your docks start to make money, will you be willing to pay those NPC helpers a gold coin?” Roland sighed and said slowly: “Everyone is a player, and they've all taken political classes, Marley classes, so let's not talk about these avenues. Thirty silver coins have been the biggest concessions I've ever made for everyone and friends. If you don't want to, I'll post a recruitment on the forum, and I think there will be a lot of scattered players willing to join our magic tower. ”

Looking at Roland's faint expression, Hawk felt a certain power in the former's words.

At the same time, a faint alienation was felt.

Hawk was a little lost, but he knew it was his fault.

It was in the interest of the Guild that they took the initiative to push Roland aside, and now, in the interest of the Guild, they are beginning to feel that Roland's conditions are inadequate.

In this situation, Roland can still imagine working with them, which is already benevolent in itself. He can't blame himself for threatening to change partners.

“Okay.” Hawk has a little crush on Sam: “Just do as you say. ”

Hawk didn't want to either, but as vice president of the Guild, he had to be responsible for nearly a hundred members of the Guild as a whole.

It is a question of position, not of morality and quality.

Then the four of them awkwardly chatted for a few minutes, and finally they couldn't talk, and the four of them were separated.

Roland went back to the Magic Tower study, sat in a chair and was in a bad mood. Vivian, he brought good pastries, and he wasn't in the mood.

After sitting for a while, he subconsciously opened the forum and looked at today's sand sculpture netizens, what sand sculpture operation, Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happiness

Shortly after viewing the results, he saw a post titled "Red" by the administrator to the point where it was about to turn black.

"All the good-looking people in the world, damn it!

Over 10,000 floors have been responded to.

Mm-hmm.

Roland's eyes lit up and lit in.