Mages Are Too OP

Little John is not a fool, and if he is, he has now launched a counter-attack against the Sons of Gold, rather than waiting for Bud to come, which is why he wants to unite the interests of outsiders to achieve his purpose.

Because he's not a fool, he can hear a different message from Bud's brainless words.

What does a 'miracle’ sand sculpture mean to look exactly like Roland?

Little John was silent for a while and then despair gradually stained his cheek: ”It seems that these golden sons do indeed have a great background and can even make a miracle out of it... we have no hope of a revival of the John family. “

Soft voices do not hide heavy sorrow.

”I don't think it's just a miracle.“ Bud had a sip of fruit wine, and the original sweet fruit wine now gave him a bitter taste: ”I threw gold coins, too, and now I have that special ability. There seems to be a voice in the underworld telling me that this ability is called 'Roland's Passion’. “

Bud didn't say anything more, he just looked out the window and his face became more lost and gloomy.

When Bud saw the letter, he slowly said some interesting things about the Imperial City, whether John could hear it or not.

At a time like this, what else can we do if we don't talk?

Revenge?

Impossible.

Half a day later, it was evening, and by winter, the night had come particularly fast.

At this time of night the wind has brought a hint of chill.

Bud subconsciously tightened his clothes.

As he jumped off the carriage, he was surprised to find that there were many carriages parked at the doorstep of the 'Roland' estate, with nobles entering and leaving, and other carriages slowly coming from afar.

When he came to the door, he had not spoken, and the housekeeper in charge of receiving the Guest saw him, he immediately said: "Good to have you back, Lord Bud. ”

Bud pointed to the lighted manor and asked curiously, "What is this? ”

“Our master set you up for a banquet, while urgently inviting the more prestigious aristocrats and businessmen of the city.” The butler leads the way forward and says, “The master is waiting for you in the study. ”

Along the way, Bud greeted a number of acquaintances, and his unfamiliar nobility was also asking others about his identity.

And into the ballroom, Bud also saw a group of different people.

Their outfits are a little strange, but they definitely don't look prominent, they fit the solemnity of the banquet, and most importantly, Bud feels something like Roland on them.

After a brief standstill, Bud looked at it and suddenly thought of a possibility to feel cold.

Bud went up to the third floor after sneaking a peek at the crowd who were playing in the hall and seemed to have little manners.

He felt a little cold in the back, touched it back and found some cold sweat spilling out of his skin.

Then he took a deep breath and opened the door into the study.

Meet Roland, who is alone in the study.

There were no candles lit in the room, but there was a lighting ball hanging on the roof, not too much room for daylight.

Bud sat down in front of Roland, and his eyes were serious, very serious, and even with a little questioning: "The people downstairs, they were all sons of gold? ”

Roland nodded.

Bud smoked his cheek: “Are they all professionals? ”

Roland nodded again.

Then Bud sighed and looked out the window, as if he'd seen the red dust.

Just as Roland was about to ask, Bud said to himself, “Poor little John. ”

Roland felt a little confused, and Bud's mind jumped too far.

About a dozen minutes later, Bud stepped out of Roland's study, and his face became more and more tranced. The next banquet, he was laid out like a puppet by Roland, who watched Roland say something untouchable before the banquet, then raised his glass to all the noblemen at the venue and was pushed to the front desk, laughing like a puppet, instinctively interacting with others.

It wasn't until late at night that the nobles walked almost as fast as they did that that Bud slowly returned to God.

The colder the night, the colder it looks.

Bud vomited for a long time, and a shallow white mist had appeared.

He sat by the window, holding a glass of green fruit wine in his hand, and did not drink it, watching the cold moonlight shine down, fainting a silver-colored crisp in the microwave of the fruit wine.

Bud knew that the Golden Son was powerful and that sooner or later it would have a great impact on their aristocracy.

But he didn't expect this day to come so fast.

This evening, he raised his glass against the moon and stayed up all night.

The next day, Bud found Roland and said, "I'm going to stay here for a while and see if I can join your magic tower temporarily, communicate with them, learn the basic magic knowledge,”

Roland smiled and said, "Of course not. ”

Last night's banquet, Roland was also temporarily pleased.

After all, Bud earned himself almost double the reward, gold coins and, needless to say, magic goods are hard currency in Roland's view.

Often I can't buy it anywhere I want.

So as a token of gratitude, Roland gave him a banquet, as is customary here.

Because it was a hasty decision, Roland had no idea how many people would be there.

But it didn't occur to me that the housekeeper had sent invitations, and almost everyone had come.

The other players, members of the Silver Wings Guild, have only moved here in recent days.

Around seventy people, although the ranks are generally around LV2, LV3, are already a powerful force.

The purpose of Roland's banquet was to dust Bud, and the other reason was to see if the players could fit into the Del Bon aristocracy.

As a result… the outlook is not very optimistic.

Although both sides have tried to communicate, the three-way gap is somewhat distant, and some ideas are more of a north-south approach.

Talking about it, the emotions between the two sides are not very good, and it is already a lucky thing not to curse each other on the spot.

Although this attempt was a failure, the banquet was quite remarkable in the forum.

One of the players recorded it live and sent it out with a few clips.

"The real banquet of nobility has finally risen."

Behind this post, a large group of players left a message.

’Look at the gentleman and the lady, but it's actually a male thief and a female prostitute. ‘

’Upstairs, where do you see this feeling? Why do I only have the feeling of green light and wine? ‘

’Human experience is different, teenager. ‘

’If it hadn't been for Roland, these guys would have blown out the candles in the late part of the party and messed up on the spot. ‘

’No, where the hell do you see these signs? ‘

’I don't get it either. ‘

’Of course you decent people can't see, all you can see are some rich, partying people. They are theater people themselves, of course they can see the body language of those people. Same goes for me. ‘

This is Principal Huang, and the golden font of the reply directly caused the players to riot again.

And then Roland took Bud to the Magic Tower and said to the Magic Apprentices: "From this day forward, Lord Bud will be staying in the Magic Tower for over a decade to discuss with you the basics of learning magic, and everyone is welcome. ”

Horn honking applause, the magic apprentices clapping, but the expression was stiff and nervous.

Four magician players, however, seemed calm, and even had some interest in their eyes.