Mages Are Too OP

The big red magic robe is quite eye-catching, not to mention the four female magicians behind him.

Aldo couldn't find a female magician to give birth to. He had to work hard on the maid every day, hoping to have a miracle like the last time, and a descendant.

And this guy followed four people... the distribution of resources was too uneven.

The two of them looked at each other and Kaka's face was depressed and guarded, while Roland was a little curious.

Because this young man is obviously Kaka's older brother, unlike the obvious hostility of Ferwood, and this young man has a look of iron and steel.

“Lance.” Kakaran muttered to himself.

“Call me Brother.” The young man, who had a huge ranking, walked a few meters in front of the card and said, "I don't remember when our relationship was so bad. ”

Roland picked the eyebrows next to him.

“You didn't send these guys?” The card refers to those soldiers who are frozen in the ice: "They are your direct soldiers. You're going to kill me, and you're not going to let me have a bad attitude towards you? ”

The soldiers' faces suddenly became rather ugly, but there was nothing to be afraid of.

“They are indeed my soldiers.” Lance smiled, “But there are others besides me who can direct them. For example, father and mother. ”

Kaka stunned and looked at the little officer: "Who the hell sent you? ”

The officer looked at Kaka, looked at Lance again, and said helplessly: "Master two, please give our two masters a little dignity, I don't want to say it, I can't say it. ”

Lance smiled softly: “I get it. All right, you guys can go. ”

The soldiers were still frozen by the ice, and rumours pointed their gaze at Roland.

Roland bounced his fingers off the ice ring.

Then he turned his gaze to Roland: "This is Lord Roland, and you've been taking care of Kaka for a few days. Allow me to say thank you. ”

Roland waves at all costs.

“Come on in.” Kakara opened the door and said, "Your Excellency Roland, please come in, too. ”

The three of them went up to the study on the second floor and sat around a table.

Four wizards guarded the door.

“I've been busy with something very important these past few days and I don't have time to help you at the moment. And as I expected, you should have some time left to inherit territory from abroad, but I didn't expect you to be targeted. ”

Kaka was in a depressed mood, and he shook his head: "Ferwood sent someone to kick me out, and I can understand that he never liked it very much. But why would my father..."

At this point, Lance took a look at Roland.

And Roland immediately realized that the two brothers had personal matters to discuss, and he stood up and said, "Oh, yes, I have some things to take care of, so I'm just going to take a step. ”

Kaka was a little confused, but looking at his brother, he nodded: "Lord Roland, thank you too. ”

With a smile, Roland left the room and left the estate at the behest of four female magicians.

Just as he was walking down West Avenue, a middle-aged woman rang Miguel's door.

Michelle, who had been sitting on the chair without a bounce, raised her head, and she ran over to the door, waiting, looking forward to asking, “Is this the big brother? ”

“Miguel, it's me, Mom. ”

After a brief stun, Miguel had a stunning light in her eyes, and she opened the door immediately.

The middle-aged woman walked in, hurriedly shut the door, then hugged Miguel and cried: “I knew you were here, son. You're fine. ”

Feeling warm and familiar, Miguel began to cry.

Both mothers and daughters cried for almost half an hour before slowly settling their overwhelming emotions.

Holding her daughter's hand, the middle-aged woman was on her way upstairs when she suddenly saw a strange blue weirdo standing in the corner and shadow of the room, suddenly frightened and almost screamed with her heart covered.

“It's okay, Mom, this is the magic creature my brother left to protect, and it won't hurt us. ”

Middle-aged women are relieved.

Because the spell puppet inherits the cognition of the summoner, it has recognized that this is Miguel's mother and naturally won't do it.

The two men went upstairs and the spell puppet followed them.

“Mom, did you take me back?” Miguel asked with anticipation.

The middle-aged woman shook her head: "No, your father still owes you a lot of money. Even if the assassins don't take you away, other debtors will take you away. ”

“So what do I do? ”

“You live here with the benevolent Master.” The middle-aged woman said softly, "Remember to keep your keys, the owner of this house, it says your name, your father doesn't know, and he'll never know, okay? Otherwise, you'll have nowhere to fall. ”

“So what do you do? Brother, will they be taken too?” Miguel asked quietly.

“It doesn't matter. In fact, your father has a lot of money in his pocket, and by the time he has to, he'll have it out, and he won't hurt me or your two brothers.” The middle-aged woman whispered.

Miguel's eyelids drooped and his head was low: "My father never liked me. ”

Middle-aged women laugh.

That's for a reason, actually, her husband was quite a nice guy.

But the problem is, Miguel is not his daughter.

More than six years ago, a small nobleman framed her husband for tax evasion. She offered herself a pillow seat and risked her life to serve him, which made the small nobleman give up his idea of suppressing his husband.

This kind of thing is common in the aristocracy, too common.

Her husband felt ashamed of her, so he was really good to her. It's just that Michelle was born nine months later, and her husband was furious.

Because it's the daughter of that little nobleman, not the husband's.

At that time, her husband had been crushed by the pride of his life and was afraid to defeat Miguel and had to give birth to her.

Later, Miguel grew, and so did the small nobles.

Recently, however, the little noblemen moved away, and Miguel lost his leaning hill.

And the husband took the opportunity to get Miguel away.

He didn't dare to really hurt Miguel himself, and this is the only way to do it.

The middle-aged woman chatted softly with Michelle, softly soothing her. Soon, the little girl fell asleep in her arms.

The middle-aged woman carefully placed her on the bed, standing in front of the bed with red eyes for a long time before leaving the small house.

Using the perspective of a magical spider, Roland had already learned of the arrival of a middle-aged woman, who had slowed down and wanted to spend more time with her mother and daughter.

Just as he hesitated to get a drink at a tavern, brush the forum, and waste some time.

A magical spider hiding in a brothel sends a rather interesting picture.

A rather luxurious silk skirt sits on the back of a chair in a shady little house.

And the little house had a bed, and there seemed to be someone sleeping on the bed.