Mages Are Too OP

The two of them looked at Bud, who was very excited, and stood up.

Little Bud came straight over and gave Roland a hug, and Antice next to him was a little surprised.

They were both descended from the great nobility of the Imperial City, and the Bud family attacked magic, while the Antis family was the swordsman's family and was also in charge of the Imperial City Guard.

Both have blood ties to the royal family, except that the Antis family is much closer to the royal family, and they are essentially relatives.

Distant relatives.

Antice knew that his peer relative was extremely proud. After all, he was a magician, a nobleman, and doubly proud. He didn't even see his relative in his eyes, but was now willing to embrace an outside magician.

Kind of interesting.

“Bud, you're in charge. I'll keep patrolling the gates.” Antice pats Bud on the shoulder: “Have time to sit at my house. ”

“Thank you. Say hello to your uncle for me. ”

Antice nodded and took another look at Roland before leaving the room.

When Antice left, Bud sat down, and he said with a smile: "Actually, I was just about to go to Del Bon to see you again. I didn't expect you to come to King's City first. ”

“What can I do for you?” Roland asked.

“It's not that big of a deal, it's just a question of purchasing the derivative magic of a spell puppet.” Little Bud said, "I hope you don't get angry and listen to me. ”

Roland nodded, looking at Bud's slightly nervous expression, and guessed what he was about to say.

After taking a deep breath, Bud said, "I want to buy a spell puppet derived magic, like my name, you know. I'll pay you very well. ”

That's true... Roland was right. He thought about it and said, "Looks like you're in trouble? ”

The minibus had a bitter smile on its face: "You're right. Friend, before you think about it, can you listen to the terms I give you? I would pay a lot of gold and a lot of magic resources. ”

Roland's eyes suddenly lit up, and he thought he was here just to find Little Bud. Ask him for help. There will always be books or spell models like 'Remote Magic' here. He already has a desire and owes him one.

But now it looks like it can be exchanged equivalently!

“Can you swap magic resources for something else?” Roland asked lightly.

When I heard that, Budderton was even happier. He was well aware of the hidden meaning of the sentence, and the other party agreed to his proposal.

“Please just say what I can do. ”

Bud subconsciously rubs his hands, which is what the merchants like to do. In the view of the aristocrats, it is embarrassing to do this, and Bud, after being a great aristocrat, should not do it, either.

But I don't know why he did it.

Then he reacted violently and clasped his hands back.

Roland didn't feel anything, and he paused for a while and asked, "Is there a model in the Magic Guild that delivers magic remotely? ”

Bud stunned and frowned slightly: "Yes, but if you want to take it, it's impossible. ”

“I'm not taking it. I just need about ten minutes. ”

“Ten minutes?” Bud felt a little strange more and more: “Remote transfer is four-stage magic, thousands of nodes, and the book is more of a giant piece of sewn parchment paper than a book, but it just folds up. Are you sure you can remember all the nodes in 10 minutes without making any mistakes? ”

Roland stared at Bud's face for a little while and laughed: "Actually, you're afraid to bring the book out to me, but I didn't read it for 10 minutes, but took it and ran away, right? ”

Badhaha laughed twice, but he was really worried about it.

After all, Roland is strong and Bud has been collecting information about the Golden Son, who has heard that all the Golden Sons have a space backpack that is said to be a racial gift and can hold a lot of things.

And this space backpack is bound to the soul, and the outsiders can't take it away.

So once Roland put the spell model in the space backpack, they'll never get it back.

“If you don't believe me, there's nothing I can do.” Roland sighed.

Though Roland's face was lost, Bud's mood is now more tangled.

He understood what Roland meant, and if he disagreed with bringing out the space magic model to show Roland for 10 minutes, then most of the things he wanted to buy the 'spell puppet-derived’ spell were gone.

With that in mind, Bud's emotions immediately subsided.

Roland saw him like this and said, "Don't worry, even if you don't help me get the spell model, I'll sell it to you. After all, we're friends. ”

Bud heard it, stunned for a moment, and then stared at Roland's silence.

After a while, he bit his teeth and said, "Okay, I believe you. ”

Roland smiled.

“It's inconvenient to talk here, go and stay in my estate for a few days.” Bud stood up.

“Okay.”

The two men then left the room and Antis guarded at the gate of the city. When he saw the two men coming out, he nodded softly in courtesy.

Bud waved at Antice, then took Roland behind the gate and boarded a carriage.

Sitting in the carriage, Roland looked out onto the street.

The roads in Wangcheng are wider and flatter than Del Bang, and the buildings on the side of the road are much taller.

Most importantly, the royal city people, both dignitaries and beggars, seem to have an arrogance.

Beyond that, Royal City is bigger and the building is prettier, Roland also sees the far, high Wall of Royal City.

The milky white walls reflect dazzling sunlight.

Roland's gaze returned to the carriage.

Bud sitting across from him smiled: "You don't seem very interested in the Imperial City? ”

“No, quite interested.” Roland shook his head: "I'm just temporarily interested in conveying magic. ”

With a population of about two million, the city is also a first-tier city in the world. But compared to modern big cities, it's a long way off.

Roland just sees the exotic atmosphere here. For him, the size of the Imperial City is about the same level as his 18th line small town, and the infrastructure level is far worse.

There's nothing to see!

Bud's eyebrows were picked and no more talking. He can feel Roland's contempt for the city.

The atmosphere of silence lasted for several minutes and the carriage stopped in front of an estate.

The two just got off the wagon, and another wagon drove in from a distance and parked next to it.

Both carriages carry a star-blue-bottomed pentagram.

Bud's eyebrows wrinkled tightly when he saw the carriage.

And then a young man jumped off the wagon, looking a little like Bud, and when he saw Bud, his eyebrows laughed, with a little irony.

“Yo, my dear brother, how dare you entertain your guests? ”