Mages Are Too OP

The look on Antice's face immediately got weird, and he was silent for a while before he said, "Come with me. ”

It's still in that little house under the gates, but there's a mailman next to it this time.

Antice also seemed to know the mailman and nodded to say hello when he met him.

Sitting inconvenient in his armor, Antice backed against a bumpy wall, holding his chest with both hands, said slowly: "When little Bud shouted that word before he died, I knew you'd come back. Because you're the only friend he's got. ”

Roland stared into each other's eyes and asked, "I thought you were his friend too. ”

“Just acquaintances, not friends. ”

“You're still distant. ”

When he heard this, Antice laughed, not at Roland, but at himself: “What is a distant relative? Real loved ones have a honeycomb sword with each other. I didn't take the opportunity to go downhole and get the benefit, enough is enough. ”

It sounds ruthless and unreasonable, but in fact, it's quite reasonable.

Roland did come up with an idea that Antice had had enough of.

“Why would Kaka die, how much do you know about it?” Roland asked indifferently.

Andy's finger pressed gently against his pretty face, he was thinking about what to say and what not to say.

After a while, he looked up and said, "Little Bud's death was the result of the horns of the Royal and Magical Society. That's all I can say, you have to find out for yourself. After all, I am also on the royal side, there are some things, in my position, that cannot be said, at least not by me. ”

After speaking, Antice put his helmet back on and covered his delightful face.

And then he went outside, and as he was about to leave the door, there was a low voice behind Roland.

“Thank you. ”

Antice paused before walking out slowly.

The room calmed down again, when the mailman sighed with an incredible tone: “It feels like a big play. The Royal Family, Magic Society, Queen, Little Bud, Abandoned Son... This is just what I see on the surface. It is not clear how many other families are involved in this privately. Just think about it, it gives people a sense of a combined Yokomiya Battle Opera. ”

“You look too high on them.” Roland stood up and said with disdain: "It was just a couple of families biting each other to compete for a dog bone. ”

The postman shrugged his shoulders irrelevantly, without refuting.

He knows very well that Roland is in a very bad mood.

Sounds a lot like Roland's in incompetent rage, in mouth high.

But he knew quite well that the man in front of him was the strongest of the player magicians. A big fire ball can break the gate, and as a player, it is not difficult to stir up the royal city by yourself with immortality.

Now the postman is ready for a live broadcast, he also often bubbles in the forum. The first two live broadcasts of the Roland bombing of the city gate, the two players get more than 100,000 yuan each, and he sees how envious he is.

Now it's his turn.

Though he told Roland he was on an epic mission, it was just a small thing compared to the income from the live broadcast. Besides, he doesn't have a trust mission at the moment. He follows Roland around, rubbing hot spots, just some 'rice money', I don't think it's too much.

Roland walked out the door.

The mailman followed and walked and asked: "Now what? ”

“Meet friends. ”

Friends?

When the mailman's eyes lit up, how many F6 members had always been a secret, some six or seven, now standing on the bright side, that is, Roland, the strongest magician, and Yin Zhi, the White Dragon Knight... No, it was just two Red Dragon Knight Shuk.

The others are still obsessed, all they know is that there seems to be a thief, a madman, and a hunter?

Let's go live now and figure out who they are. There must be a lot of people watching it.

Two people crossed several commercial streets and came to a tavern.

The plaque on the door of the tavern is a horse, so the tavern is called the Mustang.

There are plenty of red-hearted alcoholics, mostly professionals or mercenary-related people.

In fact, there are not so many professionals in Holleyweyne. A lot of guys just have the strength to learn some fighting skills and say that they are professionals, swordsmen, axe fighters and so on to the mercenary union.

And the mercenary trade union is also the one who refuses to refuse, so long as he can cut off the beast and accomplish the task, he doesn't care if you are a professional or not, it is only responsible for publishing the task, his own life is at his own risk, and he feels that he can do it.

So the mercenary industry is a mix of fish dragons, with real professionals, and a huge group of ordinary people.

Because of the extremely high mortality rate in the industry, most mercenaries are drunk this morning.

When I have money, I eat meat in large bites, drink in large bowls, and die drunk with women in my arms.

I ran out of money, put my head around my neck, carry a long sword and carry an ax to kill.

Death is a white bone on the outskirts, and if you survive, continue your previous life until the money doesn't fall again.

And then another cycle.

It sounds very pale and romantic, but it's essentially a bunch of poor people.

They don't feel safe, they don't see the future, they can only paralyze themselves in this way.

More than 95 percent of mercenaries do not live to be 50.

Apart from a handful of low-level professionals, the taverns are ordinary people disguised as professionals.

When they saw Roland in his magic robe, they calmed down immediately.

The practitioner, also known as the ‘robe wearer' in a physical professional mercenary, removes the social status gap, and in a team, if there is a famous robe wearer, it is absolutely at the core of protection.

The trophy is the first to wear a robe, and when it comes to dividing the profits, it is also the one who wears a robe that gets much more.

They are well aware that as long as there are robe-wearers in the team, the task completion rate, the survival rate, will increase in a straight line. After all, this is a magical world. A lot of magical things can only be solved by wearing robes.

So wearing robes has always been a charm in the adventure team.

But even so, those in robes rarely venture out and rarely appear in mercenary adventure teams.

And now a man in a robe actually shows up at the Mustang. This tavern is next to the mercenary union, and many of the mercenary teams who are ready to complete their assignments like to get drunk here before they travel.

This is a rare opportunity.

Is this robe guy trying to find a team to work himself out?

Someone immediately remembered to try and invite the young man in the robe.

Not much chance, but what if it's done?

It's just that Roland walked straight to the second floor after entering the tavern, not stopping.

A lamentable sound sounded, and the pub became noisy again.

Roland knocked in front of the door on the second floor.

A familiar voice came from inside: "Come in. ”

Roland pushed the door in and saw several of his friends at a glance.

But he looked around and asked with some surprise, "Where's Shook? ”

“Dragon girl doesn't like too many people, she doesn't like the smell here.” It was Li Lin, who shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly: “So Shuk stayed out of town with her. If we start the operation, he will fly straight in on the Red Dragon for aerial fire support. ”