Mages Are Too OP

Before nightfall, Roland had walked three or four laps here on East Avenue and had roughly explored the regional scope of the mission. The top is a circle, and the center is in a very large brothel worker's compound.

Centered around this building, the mission area is approximately 300 metres in radius.

That is, the clue to the Queen's disappearance is here.

Two magical spiders disappeared from the balcony at an extremely fast rate.

Then Roland's head flashed with one or two images from time to time.

One went directly to the very heart of the mission, that extremely luxurious brothel.

The other went in door to door to see if there was anything unusual.

Only two magic spiders scout, not too efficiently, but much better than Roland taking the risk of being spotted by curfew himself.

There were three of them, Roland left one beside Midgel, afraid that Shadow Guild people would come looking for trouble again, only one guard puppet was still a little insecure, if there was a line of sight, he would know better what was going on, and if something really happened, the rescue would become more targeted.

Don't crash like a headless fly.

From the shadow corner of the street, the first spider lurked into the backyard of the brothel without anyone noticing it, and then climbed along the wall to a balcony on the second floor, where it was detected that no one had noticed it, and then snuck into the room.

And the second spider has been walking in and out of the merchant building on the street, looking for something suspicious.

These spell puppets inherit the common sense and some cognitive abilities of the summoner, while the Magic Spider is specially enhanced by Roland to almost the same level as Roland.

In other words, Roland can discover anomalies or clues, and they can, theoretically.

Roland sits quietly on the balcony, enjoying the night view and tasting the fruit wine.

All he had to do was sit still and wait for the spider to come back.

But even so, Roland still feels inefficient: only two… If there were a hundred, or even forty-five, the efficiency of reconnaissance would be greatly improved.

Just as a zero-level spell, the model capacity of the spell puppet is that big, and now it's almost to the upper limit, and Roland estimates that the ability to get it another sound transmission is the limit.

In other words, this thing can be used to scout a small area around it, or to track one or two enemies. It's okay to do large area searches like this, and it just doesn't seem right.

How do you increase the number of reconnaissance magic spiders?

That's a tough one.

If you want to increase the number, you must discard some, but it is important whether it is video transmission or sound synchronization transmission.

“Do you have expertise in spell cloning or something?” Roland spoke to himself.

More and more images then entered Roland's mind, with businessmen working in ambushes, scholars reading books, and fairy fighting couples. And when the first magic spider entered the whorehouse completely, there were more images of fairy fights.

Roland felt a little helpless and wanted to summon the first spider back, while the brothel was the central point of the mission area and should never be spared when searching.

The search efficiency of the two spiders is still too low to find anything useful or peculiar.

It's almost dawn in front of us, and fish bellies have appeared in the sky.

Roland thought he might go home empty-handed tonight, but that's when the second spider suddenly sent a picture of a couple of black robes holding a sack of linen and walking down a shady alley.

And there seems to be something twisting in the sack of cloth?

Kidnapping?

The world is so dark, you can see bad things when you send two spiders out at night.

Roland shrugged, without waiting for him to decide not to go to see if the mission system triggered again.

Received a branch line mission: 'Save poor civilians’

The task, and the task of system certification, has to be accomplished anyway.

Roland stood up and looked out.

Although the curfew is not over, it is close to dawn, so the curfew is no longer important.

Besides, Roland is a magician, and even if a curfew violation is found at this time, the patrol is likely to open one eye and close one.

Although the Queen's business was done by the Mage, it has now been a few days and the King's anger has dissipated.

If you can't sin a magician, you can't sin a magician. This is also the simple idea of the grassroots soldiers.

Roland got up and left the hotel and went straight to the abductee's location.

Because spiders have been following these black robes, Roland is not worried about them getting away.

Halfway there, Roland did meet the patrol.

But, as he speculated, the heavily armed patrol saw Roland without any hostility, and the lead officer nodded slightly to him.

Roland nodded naturally.

Both sides missed each other.

Roland could feel the soldiers making a light-hearted appeal.

Come to the alley, Roland walks in.

It was dark, and Roland subconsciously wanted a light ball illumination, but he had to do it because he was afraid of grass snakes.

The alley stinks and the smell of piss mixes with the smell of disgusting faeces.

Roland pinched his nose forward and walked slowly, after all dark. After turning a few turns, he stopped at the corner. Think about how you should deal with that dozen black robes.

There are no more houses, there are only two walls, and then behind, there is the vast wasteland, and further afield is the city wall.

The dull hitting came from the front.

It was accompanied by a voice.

“Sironado, it's time for you to say, where the hell are you hiding people? ”

“No... I know.” Sounds of repression are coming.

“It doesn't matter if you don't tell me, I'll kill you and your wife and son.” A voice that sounds gentle and creeps me out: “I'm a reasonable person, you're sorry I didn't want to bother you first, for the sake of old friendship. But you're hiding people now. Don't you see, is that important to me? If I can't find him, I'll die. ”

“I really don't know!” The voice screamed and coughed twice.

“Alas, I really don't want to do anything to you.” This gentle voice said, "Even if you betray me, it's really about my life and the safety of my brothers. ”

This seems... a little wrong.

Roland looked at the bar given by the system task and thought about the mission area, slightly squinting his eyes.

“Diaz, I really don't know.” The sound made me cry: “I know I'm sorry, but I really don't know. ”

“You really don't know? ”

“I don't know!” The man cried louder and louder.

“Forget it.” The gentle voice sighed: “You can go, I trust you again, if you still lie to me, you know the consequences...”

Then the hurried footsteps went away.

Roland looked at his system bar.

Mission failed: 'Save poor civilians. ’

Roland's heart snapped, he was looking for the queen's clue, but he didn't expect to see the mission system's BUG, or the loophole!