Mages Are Too OP

Roland is the kind of person who doesn't really care. For him, there really isn't much interest in the landing and landing of all the people in Del Pont.

He is a magician, and although he has only been a magician for six months, he has been contaminated with some of the magicians' deadly diseases.

For example... I don't really care about people on the outside.

What kind of banquet, hunting, playing beauty and other aristocratic social activities, do you have magic models to fascinate people?

Is there a magic pattern that's beautiful?

It's all buoyancy.

If it is to be said that he is a valued man in the city of Del Pointe, he is nothing more than an acquaintance of players, as well as apprentices in the Magic Tower.

And Vyvyan is someone close to him, so Tovyan can deliver the message, and most of them have a certain relationship with Vyvyan's family.

In the face of Vivian, Roland had to meet the invitees.

With Vivian, Roland came to a manor not too far from his house.

The housekeeper then greeted him into the estate with a very thoughtful etiquette, and on the balcony on the second floor, he met the person who had invited him.

An old woman I've met.

Christine, that's the old lady's name.

She asked Roland to sit down and serve the servant a pastry and a drink like flower tea before smiling and saying, "It's not easy to invite you, Lord Roland. If Vivian and I hadn't been a little distant, I wouldn't have been able to see you. ”

Roland smiled softly and said, "It's not that hard, old man. You want to see me, you have to call me anytime. ”

“Drink some flower water first, I hear the elves love to drink water like this.” Christine pointed her finger at the cup in front of Roland with an already visibly old wrinkled finger.

Roland took a sip of it and said, "It tastes good. ”

Christine smiled softly: "I know your magician time is precious, so don't bother. I wonder, what exactly do you golden sons want to do? ”

Roland looked a little strangely at Christine.

“The sheriff named Rink, who has been cleaning up the streets lately, would have been a reasonable thing.” The old woman's voice grew more serious: “But lately his movements became more intense, and a lot of things started to get involved. ”

Roland didn't hesitate to have another mouthful of flower tea, and I have to say, it actually tastes good, except they called it 'flower water' and it felt weird: “What kind of industry are you in? ”

“That doesn't interfere with other industries. It's just that he's overstretched his policing efforts, and he's almost there for good and evil. ”

Hearing this, Roland smiled, “Impossible, Link. I still know that he can't do things that refer to deer as horses. ”

The old woman stared at Roland and her eyes were still motionless.

Roland smiled and looked back.

After a while, the old lady Christine slowly said, "Looks like you think Link did the right thing? ”

“I'm just convinced he won't spread the whole air movement to ordinary people at will.” Roland sipped the flower tea again and said, "Of course, it's up to the average person to judge whether it's done right or not, not you or me. ”

Roland doesn't believe in these nobles. He only believes in two points at most.

And there is no reason to believe in the words of this old woman alone, not in her own compatriots.

“Though Lord Roland has been in the Tower of Magic, his ability to gather information is not bad.” Christine looked at Roland with a smile and continued, “Well, since we all know each other, I can't hide my words. Rink's going to clean up the peace without drinking, but ask him to stop hitting our dog. ”

“Us?” Roland sat upright: “Looks like you guys put pressure on me together. ”

Christine shook her head: "We didn't mean it that way, just ask, leave us a face. ”

Roland sighed: "Sorry, I can't promise you anything about this. Link, he's the sheriff, and I'm just a magician who doesn't care. ”

When Christine heard this, she thought that the juvenile practitioner was slippery. She looked so loud, but she didn't reveal any useful information at all, like an old fox.

“Lord Roland, too clear a water to produce a big fish. ”

Roland laughed here: "Link, what he wants is fresh water that can be drunk, for people to drink, not for fish. The average person drinks too much cloudy water and can only suffer from physical problems. ”

“But there won't be big fish.” The old woman said coldly.

Roland picked out his eyebrows: "Why do you have fish in the lake for drinking? Even without fish, water can still be used to grow land, different to feed people? Besides, can ordinary people eat fish? Not into the belly of the beast. ”

Christine's face got colder and colder: "So, Lord Roland, you're not going to talk to Link anymore? ”

“I told you, I don't care, I don't want to persuade him, but I think he's doing the right thing.” Roland stood up and looked at the old lady and said, "I wish Del Bon City was clean water, too. ”

“Even if Vivian begged you, you wouldn't change your mind?” The old lady asked.

Roland stood still and laughed: "Then let Vivian come and beg me. And... you've recently received quite a few industries from the city owners, and your strength has grown and your psyche has swelled. So feel qualified to talk about terms, but don't forget. How come there aren't more than a thousand elite soldiers in the city? When the old city lord is here, you dare not move. Now that the old city lord is gone, you come to threaten to make 'us’ that the old city lord cannot see, who gives you the guts. ”

The old woman suddenly felt a little chilly when Roland looked at her with a disdainful eye.

She closed her eyes slowly: "I see, there are no more Jackals in the gathering place than strong lions. But we can change the terms, for example, if you can restrict Link, each of us is willing to give you some benefits. One family may give a little less, but with a few more, your power will be greatly enhanced. And as far as I know, you and Link have been having a bit of a bad time lately. ”

Roland is silent.

He heard it, and that's what the old lady really thinks, or kills her.

It's all just a mat up front, then a test run.

Now is the dagger.

They want to differentiate the players, just like little John did a few months ago.

But they did better, and the timing was better.

They can even detect that Roland and Hawk and others are already separated.

When she saw Roland's silence, the old woman smiled with some pride: "I dare not say anything else, but at least let you be the shadow owner of Del Bon. And we, your loyal allies and companions. ”