Mages Are Too OP

A large number of people were blocked at the inner city gate, Roland estimated that there should be more than 3,000 people, and people continued to rush in, quickly blocking traffic.

If, in the information age, one hears such unjustified orders, most people are going to make a scene and those in power will be held accountable.

But in this world, the whole city, the entire Encarte leader, is the owner of the city, and he says to seal the city, and the civilians really can't find the law to rebut that decision.

Even Andonala and Vivian took it for granted.

Not to mention ordinary citizens.

But Roland doesn't think so.

He was just not excited, but asked, "Can we go out first? ”

At this point, Andrea grabbed Roland's left arm, seemingly worried about what he was doing.

“Absolutely. ”

The soldiers guarding the doors naturally dared not stop a magician and two obviously aristocratic women.

The Roland threes went out of town through the side of the gate, and then Andrea relaxed a little and grabbed Roland's arm.

Walking in the shade, Roland looked at Andonala's face, a little nervous, and asked, "Were you afraid I'd do it? ”

Andonala nodded: “I've heard about your past. As far as I know, you've blown up two gates. I'm afraid you're upset and you're going to blow them up again. ”

“I'm not so unreasonable, am I? ”

Andona Rabai also glanced at him: "You golden sons really don't have a lot of points. ”

“It's just a misunderstanding. ”

“I don't believe you.” Andona Lamey said.

Vivian looked at it with some envy and she wanted to talk to Roland naturally, like Andonala, but... as the big yellow flower daughter, she still had some feelings, and Andonala was a woman, after all, and some things were easier to let go of.

For example, running to Roland's bed every day to sleep, bullying Roland as a player doesn't need to rest.

The three men came to the entrance to the alfresco theatre and found that there were already many carriages there.

And the entrance was actually guarded by an elite soldier of more than 20 men.

The three Roland had just arrived, and the lead little officer looked at them and waved, and the soldiers let go.

Into the theater, Roland saw the front three rows of the audience, already seated.

One looks at the crown, the other looks arrogant.

As soon as Roland and the others came in, they attracted the attention of the majority.

After all, the three dresses are too vivid. Roland is still wearing a magic robe. This is a 'passable' uniform, while Andonala is beautiful and Vivian is lovely. They are both rare and attractive.

Roland looked around, ignoring the nobles, and walked over to the band.

People in the band, chatting, eating snacks.

Roland walked over, and Britney was chatting with a girl player, and when she saw him, she stood up and laughed: "You're here! ”

Roland looked around and said, "Are you guys... not ready for the show? ”

“What a show!” Britney smiled coldly: “No one, we don't play. ”

“Overbearing.” Roland thumbs up: “How about I stay and see the play? ”

“Certainly not a problem.” Britney's having so much fun: “With a bunch of bosses around, we're even more gutsy... don't you think? ”

Britney suddenly shouted at the side.

Then a bunch of players turned around and responded impatiently: "Sure, yeah. ”

And then the players did their thing again, and the conversation continued, and the snacks continued.

If it's the Battle Department players, they'll probably come over and have a little chat with Roland.

But these leisure players, in reality, are either musicians or singers, and their idea of playing games is different from pure players like Roland, in two different circles, and so Roland gets more famous, and they don't overreact.

And then Roland talked to Britney behind the theater, and he talked, and Roland got into a fight with these players.

And Andonala, Vivian and Britney had quite a good conversation.

Time flies fast.

Soon the aristocrats in the audience were overwhelmed, and they sent a waiter over to ask when the show would begin.

Britney turned around and said, "Tell your master there are too few people, we're not interested in acting. ”

The guard wanted to get angry, but as soon as he saw that all the people were professionals, he put up with it and turned back.

Shortly thereafter, a young man in a gown walked in with four soldiers.

His gaze swept around the backstage, and then he asked, "Who's Ms. Britney? ”

Nobody cares about him. Just look at him and do what you have to do to keep doing it.

In this atmosphere, the young man blushed and blushed. He was angry, “Do you have any manners? ”

Still no one cares about him.

The young man became even more angry, and he stared at the crowd for a while before leaving with the soldiers.

Britney waited for someone to leave and said, "Look, you'll have a bigger temper coming. ”

“What are you going to do about it?” Roland asked.

“Wait.” Britney said softly: "Until they open the gates, or three days later we leave. These two grandfathers have a high temper, there is no need to get used to it. ”

Roland laughed.

At this point, the young man returned to the audience and said to a rather dignified middle-aged man: "Father, those bards were reluctant to listen to me, not even to look at me, so arrogant. ”

The young man spoke a little loud, and the people around him heard it, and they were silent.

The middle-aged man patted himself on the thigh and asked: "No exaggeration? ”

“No.”

“These golden sons, they don't see us.” At this point, a middle-aged nobleman with a stomach stool next to him said, "We have nobles, big and small, and luxury merchants, and more than two hundred people, let them serve us alone once, so what? After the show, when we leave, the mud legs can naturally come in. Do you really want us to squeeze together with those muddy legs and watch the show? I can't shame that face. ”

“I'll go talk to them myself.” The middle-aged man stood up.

“That's not necessary.” Next to the other little bearded nobleman stood up: "Are you the owner of the city, or should I go? I'm also the sheriff here, or the Viscount, and they have to be nice. ”

The city owner thought and sat down again.

The justices of the peace called directly on the thirteen soldiers this time, walking directly and quickly backstage.

He came to the backstage and watched a group of players chatting lazily and eating and not breathing.

“Do you golden sons understand basic manners?” The mustache noblemen are so angry that their mustaches are soaring: “The two of us are waiting outside, and you're playing here. Do you think the audience is your food and clothes parents? ”