Mages Are Too OP

Inside the Roland Estate.

The sun is perfect and two women on the balcony are drinking afternoon tea.

The afternoon sun shines on Andonala, and the milky white skin reflects a luminous glow.

She is not afraid of the sun, or the professionals are hardly afraid of the sun, how can it not be dark.

Unless the professionals themselves are black.

She was relieved to taste the wine beautifully, and it was only on those days that she called life.

I used to live in the palace. I had to be careful at all times. I was afraid of doing something wrong and who was upset.

Even with the so-called 'loved ones', you have to always look out for your words, your attitude, and if anything goes wrong, you will be stared at with laughter and not laughter.

She is not of aristocratic origin and therefore very harsh.

That's all.

She is clearly a stepmother, but she can still see the desire for possession that upsets her stomach from the eyes of the Great Prince, the Second Prince... etc., even if she is just 12 years old.

The outsiders are not the enemies. They are the most terrible. The enemies are among themselves.

This puts Andonala in a difficult position.

Even more chilling was the fact that her husband, His Majesty the King, seemed to have little thought for himself.

It's not that you don't love intimacy, it's that you don't care about this person at all.

In an environment that is clearly queen but discriminated against by 'loved ones', spying, and indifferent violence, Andonala's anxiety is growing.

Almost to the point of depression.

She endured it for a long time and finally couldn't help it. She took the opportunity to test it once when the magic tower came to capture people.

Turns out she was cold, and the king didn't have the heart to come to her.

He returned to the royal family and was forced by the king to identify Kaka-Bad as the murderer who had taken her.

Most dramatically, after a few days, she was placed under house arrest in a manor outside the palace, preparing to be executed the next day.

That's when her heart got cold.

She had planned to kill whoever came up with the 'atonement roll', even the great nobleman, the Duke of the Prince, as long as he touched one of her fingers, and then killed back to the palace, and died.

Anyway, the world is huge, and there's no place for me.

But it never occurred to me that Roland was here.

A big man who came to kill her, but knew what had happened, but was willing to get her out.

Such a grown man is like a tree in heaven, and she is a vine that is destined to be wrapped around a tree to survive.

If you encounter one, you can't let go.

Roland is going away for a long time, but Andrea is not in any hurry or worried.

This is Roland's house. He'll be back as soon as he can.

And all she had to do was protect everything in the family, including her opponent, Vivian.

She's still the queen, not that she's still in love with the title, but that title just seems to make Roland 'heartbeat’.

That's a lot of value to keep.

Roland was throwing up in the grass on the side of the road.

After vomiting, the food in the stomach began to vomit acid. After vomiting acid, the stomach began to vomit gall green. Finally, the gall green almost vomited out the kidneys.

Of course, it's just an illusion, but it's enough to prove how bad Roland is at the moment.

He thought he was used to teleportation, so teleportation should be fine.

Turns out… Negative effects are not a level at all.

If the transient technique took a small boat for half a day in a class 67 typhoon, the remote transfer technique was thrown into the roller washing machine, up, down, left, right, front, back, clockwise, counterclockwise, then dehydrated, and dumped dry.

It was a nightmare.

Anyway, now that he has little fighting power, he can't unleash any magic at all. Even a 10-year-old can stab him with a sharp sword.

Good thing this place is remote, most importantly... he is dressed in a magic robe, even if he is on the ground and his face is miserable, no one dares to come up to him at will.

After sitting paralyzed for almost two hours, Roland finally got up.

However, he found his legs trembling and couldn't walk at all. Finally, he took out a sheepskin water bag from the system backpack, drank a few warm boiling water and took another 20 minutes off, which made him feel much better.

After all, it is the body of a professional, who naturally recovers much faster than the average person.

If the average person doesn't have a couple of days, it won't slow them down.

Roland walked toward the gate again, and then met Antice again at the gate.

The beautiful teenager saw Roland's pale face and was somewhat surprised. He asked himself, "Are you poisoned like this? ”

“No." Roland waved powerlessly against the stone brick on the wall.

“Is that what the queen drained you of?” Antice laughed badly.

Roland flipped a white eye helplessly: “That's even more impossible. ”

“It doesn't matter if you don't want to admit it, I think so.” Antice looked at Roland quite admirably: “You took the queen away, and the royal family didn't bother you, not only didn't have a warrant, but even kept the queen's title. Tsk, how did you do that? ”

Roland leaned back against the wall and thought about it, "Perhaps the king has a special ‘hobby'. ”

“How is that possible!” Antice smiled, like a floral solution: "If I don't talk to you so much, it's not good to be associated with the royal family without any reason. Look at you... let me call you a carriage. ”

“It's okay. ”

Soon the carriage arrived, Roland took the ride and asked the driver to escort him to the magic tower where the Bear Mage was located.

After reporting his name, Roland was soon invited to the study on the upper level of the Magic Tower.

Tobian, the bear magician, was personally happy for him this time, inviting him inside.

“You don't look so good, did you get squeezed dry by the queen?” Tobian's big bald head reflects bright sunshine.

Roland's expression was helpless: “Enough, one or two of you, how can you all associate with the Queen? ”

“Otherwise, I can't explain why you're a magician and you're not poisoned, but you look like this.” Tobian haha laughed twice.

“I used remote delivery for the first time.” Roland held his elbows on the table and held himself to the side of the temple and said, "Master Tobian, when you first teleported magic, were there no such symptoms of nausea? ”

Tobian looked very seriously at Roland and finally said lightly: "I don't carry magic remotely, I just do transients. ”

Oh, yeah?

Roland looked at each other in surprise.

“Don't look at me like that.” Tobian bluntly said, "Space magic itself is a very difficult system to learn, just a little worse than prophetic magic. I can learn transient surgery, and in the whole of the Holeyweyne kingdom, I'm already a genius in the space department. As for teleporting magic, as far as I know, there are only two people. And they are magicians, not magicians. They're born to learn, they're gifted, they don't have much to do with intelligence. ”

Roland feels a little weird.

Remote transmission of magic is not very difficult.

This is the benefit of systematic education, or almost two decades of systematic education.

Needless to say, at least self-study skills are quite strong.

Seeing Roland not speaking, Tobian continued with a smile: "So, Lord Roland, what brings you here? ”

“I want to buy some magic models from you.” Roland said slowly, "Anything, high-end, low-level, as long as I didn't learn. ”

Tobian turned to look in the bookshelf and found several model drawings, all in front of Roland.

“Here you go, no money. ”

Roland is not happy, he just looks at each other quietly.

He knows very well that the more free things are, the more expensive they may be, the greater the price they will have to pay in the future.

“What, suddenly you don't want it again?” Tobian asked with a smile.

Roland leaned slightly back and asked, "What do you want? ”

Tobian looked at Roland, silent for a moment, looked very serious, and after that, he said, "I hope you don't stop me from becoming president. ”

“That's it?”

“That's it!” Tobian nodded.

Roland asks somewhat puzzlingly: "I'm just a branch president of a border city, and I don't have the ability to make you president. ”

Tobian said with certainty, "No, you do. ”

Roland laughed: "I still know how many pounds I have. ”

Tobian shook his head slightly and looked particularly odd: "It would be bad if people were too modest. ”

Roland sees each other's faces and is even more puzzled.

“Previously, I heard there was a statue outside the Imperial City that taught people a special ability to accelerate their magic response.” Tobian looked into Roland's eyes and looked very seriously: “But I didn't believe it, until yesterday, when I went out of town and saw the statue, I also gained the ability to quickly respond to magic. ”

Roland sighed helplessly and knew he had misunderstood.

“You have to be more famous than you think, at least in our clubs. ”

Roland thought for only two seconds, then nodded: "Don't worry, I won't stop you from becoming president. ”

Tobian smiled relievedly, pointing to the magic model on the desktop, and made a gesture.

After reviewing it, Roland found that there were only two magic models he didn't have.

One is a 'spatial bubble jet’ and the other is a magical junction.

The former is a special space-based killing skill, while the latter is a universal defensive magic.

This is also Roland's first defensive magic in a real sense.

After getting the model, Roland left Tobian's magic tower and came outside the royal city.

The next step is to send it back.

It's just that Roland touches his stomach… a deep sense of sadness echoes in his heart.

Send it back, it makes me sick again.

It's not comfortable to think about it.

Just men have to be tough on themselves. He hesitated for a long time and finally bit his teeth, initiating the transmission.

After a violent spin, confused consciousness, he felt his feet on the ground, then his legs were tender and he knelt down immediately.

Dry hard and almost spit out of your stomach this time.

Because there's nothing left to throw up in.