Mages Are Too OP

It's obvious that Redding is trying to force Britney and others to perform for them first by using the so-called 'group justice, group interest’.

Britney is a little angry, she has been going smoothly since she entered the game, and even if she is hindered, as a player, she can use her barbaric force to make her way out.

This is the first time she has encountered such a difficult situation.

If you don't say yes, the loss to the group of players will have to be counted against them. Even if some players can understand them, not everyone is willing to ‘understand’ others. As long as their interests are compromised, they don't care if it makes sense or not, they spray ‘bad things' on their side for a while.

But if she says yes, she can't help it. Why would she give a few aristocrats a special performance? They're artists, not theaters.

In reality, turning back for three dozen meters is enough to upset their artists, and in the game, a similar situation can be encountered.

Watching Britney struggle, Redding smiled proudly: "Showing us first is not an unacceptable thing, is it? Besides, we can donate a lot of money together, not much, dozens of gold coins. ”

Dozens of gold coins, many more, more than enough to build a small family.

All the nobles smiled and it was not difficult for them to produce one or two gold coins each.

They would be happy if that made the Vienna Show concessions.

Most nobles are not foolish, as they can see, and the Viennese troupe is trying to bring their nobility down to the same level as mudfoot.

This is no longer just a matter of fighting for breath, or a facial problem, but of their inherent dignity, and it can even be said that if their nobility retreats, their ‘nobility’ will be hit in the future.

Perhaps it will give rise to unnecessary ideas on the part of some Dalits.

Not so good anymore.

So... they have to contend.

“I can personally donate three gold coins. ”

“I don't have a lot of money and donating one is fine. ”

The nobles laughed and shouted.

And the look on the face of the city owner smiled: "As a local owner, I'll donate ten gold coins. ”

As soon as that was said, the nobility behind him shouted:

“The Lord of the City is very generous indeed. ”

“The beautiful lady, thank you, Lord of the City? ”

Britney's expression is a little ugly.

She wanted to beat the crowd in front of her, but although the other spoken a little diaphragmatic, the behavior really wasn't enough to make people do it.

At a time like this, whoever does it first doesn't make sense.

The dozens of people in Vienna stood up and walked behind Britney and waited for her to make a sound and beat people up.

You can say that in front of these people, there's not enough for them to fight.

But Britney knew that the status quo was not one that fights and beats can solve.

Watching Britney still not speak, Redding sighed and said, "Ma'am, make up your mind, or I'll make up my mind. ”

The harder Britney gets.

That's when Roland, who was sitting there, stood up.

He walked up to Britney a little bit, and all eyes were on him.

After all, Roland is dressed in a magic robe, and anyone who dares to stand up at a time like this must have two brushes.

“Chairman Redding of Encarte City?” Roland smiled at each other: “Hello, I was just coming to see you. ”

“You are?”

Redding weighed Roland, the golden son of a magician who was staring at so many big people without a fright scene, and looked really capable.

At least the heart is good, and the magic fluctuations are balanced, and the talent looks good.

If you can... it would be nice to squeeze the grind and pull into your own magic tower as an assistant. I hear that the Golden Son will be resurrected, and some dangerous magic experiments will be handed over to him.

“Roland, chairman of the Del Pointe Magic Tower, took several apprentices on a tour here, and was looking for you to exchange magical knowledge and knowledge. I didn't expect to meet you here first. ”

Roland spoke with a gentle smile, and even his right hand was broken halfway, but somehow, all the nobles could feel a whiff from him.

“Roland? Chairman?” Redding's expression: “How many magic apprentices did you build this theater with in one day? ”

Roland nodded: "Yeah, it wasn't skillful, there was no way, several of my apprentices didn't have much talent, and the journey was quite tiring, so it took about a day, which was supposed to be built in half a day. ”

Having heard that, everyone in the Vienna Show was holding their laughs, and Roland was obviously modest, but essentially trying hard to compliment his apprentice, which sounded very funny and even a little irritating.

Redding nodded calmly: "That's good. ”

Though calm on the surface, Redding felt like a thunderous wave.

One day's construction of such a high-quality open-air opera house would have been outrageous, and the other said it could have been shortened to half a day.

This show-off of red fruit upset his mood. The young lion, who thought he had a future, wanted to solicit the other, and then took off his skin to find out that the young lion was really a bipedal dragon.

It's just that you can't lose, Redding can only try to act like you don't care.

“By the way, we'll definitely be friends.” Roland continued with a smile: "My relationship with Chairman Tobian was pretty good, and he gave me a lot of spell models for free, what a good chairman. ”

Redding looks surprised. Does this young man know his brother? Then he suddenly remembered something: "Are you Roland? Roland, the magician's hand derivative? ”

“It's me.” Roland smiled modestly: “I didn't expect Chairman Redding to hear my name too! ”

After taking a deep breath, Redding, who had no expression on his face, smiled for the first time today: “Turns out it's Chairman Roland. I'm waiting for you in the magic tower. We can definitely be friends. ”

After that, Redding shrugged his shoulders to the city owner with apologies and quickly left.

The nobles found the noise, and they didn't think that even Redding had such a backstage, who was that golden son of a sorcerer?

The face of the city owner, which would have been a bit gloomy, was darker than it had been before he came backstage.

He looked at Roland and, although he didn't see the light, his demeanor was no better.

Roland smiled with disdain and looked at him.

About a dozen seconds later, the city owner looked at Britney uncomfortably: "Okay, you guys are good. But it's impossible for us to watch the show with the people. So... go away, don't wait three days. ”

The city lord turned around and left with a group of unhappy nobles.