Mages Are Too OP

Seeing Roland willing to copy, Tobian nodded to his satisfaction and his bald head seemed brighter.

He took a parchment from the shelf and put it in front of Roland and said, "This is dimensional anchor magic, and you have two hours to copy it, and I'll have the butler send the paper and ink. ”

Then he picked up the staff and gently rubbed it, looking like he loved it.

Roland opened the book… it was a large piece of stitched cowhide paper that looked like a book in a specific fold.

Turning on the system's self-contained photography, Roland photographed this dimensional anchor spell model at four angles.

And he said to Tobian, "Okay, sir, I've written it down. ”

Tobian shook himself, almost dropping all the canes in his hand on the floor.

“These thousands, almost 10,000 nodes, you actually wrote them down? ”

“Our Golden Son has a special way of recording," Roland smiled. ”

“It's really enviable, immortal, and now it's quite memorable.” Tobian sighed and the staff in his hand didn't seem so attractive to him: “Are you golden sons monsters? ”

Roland smiled modestly.

Although the noblemen are resolutely reluctant to talk about the Son of Gold in public, after all, these guys are different from ordinary civilians and have little fear of them.

Normally, they would have bullied these golden sons the way they bullied civilians.

But the problem is, the Golden Son is really hard to mess with.

Just don't die, all of them are professionals, and their peer strength seems to be stronger than that of the average professional.

What's even more disgusting is that these golden sons are very nosy, so long as it's something they can't get used to.

There are fewer golden sons here in Wang Cheng, it is not very obvious. Just a few moments ago, ‘set’ up the nobles and ran away after a lot of money, not even clothes.

It only gave rise to some waves and discussions.

But the nobles' intelligence-gathering capacity is weak, and they have heard intermittently that two city owners have lost their lives in the hands of the Golden Son.

Although the Golden Son still followed the diving rules and did not mean to change the bloodline of the city owner, neither the owner of the city, nor the current owner of the aristocracy, wanted to die.

Plus, more and more Golden Sons are coming in for beggars, and intelligence from civilians is coming in, and many aristocratic families have an intuitive impression of them.

A group of three spectators is a strange exotic race of good metal dragons.

Such a race is troublesome… Metallic dragons often become human beings running into the human world to punish evil for good is enough trouble.

Now there's another group of golden sons.

The lives of nobles are getting worse and worse.

Tobian dropped the cane in his hand and said, "Show me where the two nodes you just mentioned are again. ”

“Here." Roland immediately placed his previously prepared spell model on the table.

Actually, he understood, but doing the whole set, naturally he had to show the divine color of listening to his side ears.

Tobian, a master magician, looked only twice and said: "These two points are a bit difficult, especially if you are a magician who has just arrived at the elite level. This point must be stable and thin when the Magic Power is delivered, but by this point, the Magic Power is delivered more vigorously. The magic requirements of all nodes are very different, you have to grasp the feeling. ”

“I see.” Roland nodded.

“By the way, can I see this spell model again?” Tobian then suddenly asked.

Roland laughed, "Of course not. I'll give it to the master. ”

“Thank you." Tobian touched his bald head, feeling a little embarrassed, and said, "My magic tower still has two empty floors, so why don't you stay here for a while? ”

“No, thanks.” Roland waved gently: “I stayed at Kaka-Bad's and knew him well. ”

“Bud's boy, I hear he's been having some trouble lately. Are you here to help him? ”

Roland shrugged: “I didn't know until I got here, but it didn't help. I'm just a golden son, with no legs, no power in this world. I can only comfort him by the side. But I'm not sure I know what he's doing. ”

“Oh, in this case, can they all survive?” Tobian said with great interest, "I'm going to take a good look. ”

Roland looked out at the sky and said, "Thank you, Lord Tobian, for your answers. Visiting you is the right choice. I'd love to hear from you again, but now that I have some important things to take care of, I'm leaving. ”

After that, Roland stood up.

“Time to come back.” Tobian nodded with a smile.

Then the butler who stood outside came in and led Roland down the tower.

The westerly sun shined through the window, shining on Tobian's bald head.

It's hot and uncomfortable.

In the past, Tobian would definitely go right over to the window, he didn't like his bald head shining in the sun, and he would always wear a hood when the sun went out.

Just as magic robes usually come with a hood, when worn, the head is covered, the face is hidden in the shadow of the hood, and the magician's mystery is added.

But now, he's fascinated by the spell model in front of him.

This spell model has more nodes than ordinary transient spell models, and the connections and distances between nodes are more in line with his cognition.

That is, if applied according to this spell model, some of the steps he has taken in the past can be omitted, thus achieving the same distance of transmission with less mental power.

Most importantly, this spell model diagram is so precise that if he can correct his previous practice, he can control the transmission distance more precisely.

Instead of wanting to move instantaneously onto a rocky top with only Israeli-Palestinian palms, the phenomenon slipped overhead.

In action, this can be transmitted onto some very complex terrain, which is of great tactical value.

Did Roland make this spell map himself?

What a genius.

Wait... Roland is a bit familiar with the name, he suddenly remembers something, turning over the derivative spell model diagram of the spell hand on the bookshelf and seeing the name of the note behind him.

Roland!

And when he introduced himself, he said he was the chairman of the magic tower in Del Pointe.

It's him!

“Perhaps it will be advisable to recommend to the General Council later that the access of the Mage of the Son of Gold to the spell model be restricted so that they do not progress too quickly, otherwise… there will be no place for us to cone up later. ”

He had some regrets about anchoring the dimension to Roland.

Roland returned to Kaka's estate and saw several carriages at the door.

A group of people in the garden surrounded by card finger points.

The card's face looked very angry.

What's going on?