Mages Are Too OP

Someone looked quite proud.

This reminds Roland of the first time he saw Bud, who had the same look on his face, looked down on people, had a shelf, and even had a little bit of ridicule in his eyes.

But then something happened, and Bud's attitude slowly got better, and the two of them barely became friends.

So when you look at this guy, Roland feels really instant. As if I was back a few months ago.

“Ferwood, what are you doing in my manor?” Bud's expression was unpleasant, even somewhat disgusting.

The man walked up slowly and stood in front of Bud, sarcastically saying, "Isn't it normal for you, as your brother, to take care of my brother, who is about to be evicted? ”

When I heard that, Roland looked a little surprised.

Bud looked at Roland in vain and said, "No need to be fake, Ferwood, you're probably the happiest person. ”

Ha-ha-ha!

Ferwood laughed and pulled his gaze toward Roland. He weighed Roland up and down for a while, and he asked strangely, "Son of Gold? ”

His expression seemed somewhat disdainful, but he was also somewhat cynical.

So it became a feeling of flesh not laughing.

Roland initially didn't understand why the man had that look, but then he suddenly figured it out. It's mostly about the sand sculptors that Antis said.

To stab myself hard for money, to die and live, to live and die, to run around naked fruit bodies, to have a bad weather, it really gives people the feeling that they can give up the rhythm for money. But its immortality also makes all of us feel rather intractable, if not quite envious.

Besides, Roland was dressed differently from the previous players, and those were fighters, or agile careers.

Roland is a magician.

Even heterogeneous practitioners are respected.

For example, how can an Orc be so annoying that an Orc Shaman has come to the human world as a diplomat, and no one dares to underestimate it or say racist gossip in front of it?

With that in mind, Roland smiled: "Yes. ”

Ferwood weighed Roland for a little while and his mockery faded a lot: "Your Mage, perhaps you don't know the latest news, this friend of yours, my brother, will soon be thrown out of the house. If he cheats on you, you can come to my estate as a guest. Not far from here, you can check the streets and find out where it is. ”

This is openly digging the corner of the wall, little Bud is black as if he was stained with ink, and he stares at Ferwood hatefully, holding his fists tight as if he was going to hit someone... but eventually, he didn't.

Roland nodded: “I get it. ”

The voice is still faint and doesn't seem to have any feelings.

At one point, Ferwood couldn't figure out what Roland's attitude was, and after waiting a few seconds, he finally looked at Bud and smiled proudly, turning around and leaving in his carriage.

Bud didn't speak until Ferwood's carriage vanished at the end of the street.

Roland whispered softly, “How many brothers do you have? ”

“Two." Little Bud said. “He's Second Brother. ”

“But I'm curious about something.” Roland thought about it and said, "When Antice sent someone to see you, I only said Bud. You're all Bud. How exactly did his men get you here? ”

“When Antice's men came, all three of our brothers were in his father's estate.” Bud said, "He gave you your name, so I came. ”

So Roland understood: “No wonder he was so puzzled. As soon as we got to the manor, he came over and wanted to see who was coming for you. See if it's possible to turn you over or something. ”

Little Bud's face is hard to see.

Roland said, "You're all Bud. It's hard to tell. Since his name is Ferwood, what's your name? ”

“Card. ”

“Well, simple and easy to understand names.” Roland nodded.

“It doesn't mean anything, does it?” Little Bud, or Kaka, looked at the sky and said in a low voice, “That's the name my mother gave me. And my mother, just the daughter of a businessman. Because of that name, I was laughed at when I was a kid. ”

“Is birth important?” Roland said softly, "Even if you were called Kaka, even if the name doesn't mean anything, it wouldn't change the fact that you're a great nobleman. You're petting something. ”

“You don't understand, I don't quite understand what you golden sons think.” Kaka sighed and said, "In addition to you, I've touched several other golden sons. Although you have different personalities, your eyes are almost the same. Look at everyone who sees the feeling of running fat. ”

When he heard that, Roland pounded and laughed: "Not long ago, Antice said that we looked at everyone as if they were looking at gold coins. ”

Kaka stunned: “I didn't expect Antis to have this idea... but it does. He cut down three golden sons with his own hands, and he was smarter, more talented, better off in blood than I was, and it was perfectly normal to see. Besides, the golden sons of the last few years, their style is truly unspeakable. ”

Roland had been measuring Kaka Budd and found that he was really not as angry as he had been for months.

There's a little more self-confidence in your face.

Roland looked at the estate and asked with a smile, "Why don't you invite me in? “

”Oh... oh. “

Kaka stunned and took Roland to the entrance of the estate, where the two guards opened the door and let them in.

As he walked into the estate, Roland found the two guards behaving in a respectful manner, but with a somewhat rigid expression, as if such respectfulness were a performance.

The two entered the manor, walked past the garden, entered a luxurious three-story building, and finally sat down in the study on the third floor.

There is a hint of lavender in the study.

Looking around, Roland's gaze stayed on the bookshelf for a few more seconds, and he said, "Actually, I wanted to ask you out there. You're going to get kicked out of the house. What's this all about? ”

Kaka-Bad's face had improved a lot, and when he heard the question, he was immediately depressed again.

He closed down for a while and said, "My father wants me to be mayor of a town next to the city of Sicily. That place is one of our family's territories. ”

“This is inherited territory, not eviction.” Roland asked backwards.

“The population there is less than 50,000 people, the environment is harsh, there is no output. Before, people in the family made mistakes, they were driven there and left to die for themselves. It's not disguised. What is it? ”

Roland: “I know why you bought the derivative spell model of the spell puppet from me, and it has to be your signature. ”

Kaka Budd was helpless. He didn't want Roland to know about it. After all, it would deprive him of his bargaining power.

But now he's fish, Roland's a knife, and the latter's the only price to pay.

He just hopes that Roland's offer is not too exaggerated, at least he should be able to afford it.