Mages Are Too OP

Back to the Tower of Magic, it's already evening.

Andonala was lying in Roland's study with dozens of round little bats hanging on the roof.

This is all a little weird.

Andonala saw him come back, on the side of the bed, one of the white jade hands held her head up, the other hand gently lifted her neck, smiled and asked: “Welcome back, hungry, would you like to taste the fresh white strawberry cake? ”

Hmm... Roland looked up at a dozen little bats on the roof.

And all the little bats were sober at the time, even looking at them with a rather curious and gossipy eye.

Roland helplessly turned a white eye.

With a giggle, Andona Lap jumped off the bed, took the initiative to hug Roland's arm, and said happily: "I'm going to sign a master-servant contract with this little bat, you give me the wind."

“Absolutely. ”

Laughing, Roland began to move his magic with his eyes closed, and a light green, circular magic array appeared on the open ground in the middle of the study. Over the past six months, Roland has spent most of his energy on the "activated" spell, but he has taken the time to study this covenant magic matrix, and although he dares not say he is completely proficient, he knows what he needs to know and can use it.

Looking at the pale green magic array, a dozen little bats flew out of the air, clustered in the middle servants of the magic array, and turned into a teenage girl.

Although Christine has not sucked blood now, as a fruit bat, she can survive eating fruit and cooked meat and slowly regain strength, but only slowly.

Six months of recovery has allowed her to recover from being a young girl to being a teenager.

Compared to her in the state of a young girl, the appearance of a young girl has gradually become a little colder and less cute.

Standing at the servant's table, Christina said grudgingly, "Can't you believe me? We've been together for six months. “

Roland laughed, “Some people need to spend the rest of their lives looking at it. ”

Christina whispered to him, “What about Anna? I asked her, and you almost totally believed Anna in less than a month. ”

“Can you be like her?” Roland said without courtesy.

When she heard this, Andona raised her eyebrows and laughed, feeling her heart was melting away.

Christina felt struck, a little grieved, but still didn't say anything.

Andonala stood at the helm.

After both were in place, the magic shone bright and green, and their bodies began to absorb the surrounding green magic light.

Less often, the magic matrix gradually dimmed and disappeared.

Andonala looked at her palm, and there was a round white fruit bat on it, and she closed her eyes for a moment and she felt it, and she was amazed, “Do I seem to be able to use dark magic? ”

She waved her hand and a dark wind of shadows blew out the window, not causing much harm, but it was indeed dark magic.

“Am I not a descendant of the brave?” Andonala is extremely confused: “Weren't we brave men born with restraint over evil forces? Why should I use dark magic instead? ”

She inexplicably lit a blue flame on her finger, and the power of the brave could still work.

Seeing this flame, Christina subconsciously took two steps back.

The master servant contract is a more hegemonic contract, and the master can force a random learning of the servant's ability, the concrete effect and power being determined by the servant's strength.

Roland thought about it and said, "I remember that piece of Diapolo's soul saying that Phoenix, the ancestor of your family, seemed to be one of the demon kings of the demonic world. ”

“That's impossible.” Don't you think it was that soul fragment that deliberately struck our spiritual usage, "said Andonala. ”

You didn't believe in love.

But Roland thinks that the soul fragment shouldn't be lying.

If Phoenix is truly the Demon King, then the truth about the power of the brave is intriguing.

“It's good to learn one more ability.” Roland laughed, "The Great Swordsman is strong and powerful, and the only downside is that he can't do effective damage to purely magical creatures, but now that you've been replenished, you're growing up, and it's estimated that few people in the world are your opponents. ”

“Whoever says that, you can do it.” Andonala took the initiative to go to Roland and slowly circled her fingers in front of Roland's chest: "I can never resist you in whatever position you want to put me in. ”

When she spoke, her eyes sparkled like she could speak.

Roland felt like he needed to calm down.

So he escaped from the magic tower and went to the main city hall.

I hear Little John's been living a regular life lately.

Water and deworm flowers in the castle during the day.

Occasionally, go out and talk to the city's most beautiful prostitutes about removing excess toxins.

Live like a second generation.

Absolutely no previous temperament, no ambition.

When Roland arrived at the main entrance of the city, the two guards had tried to stop him, but after recognizing Roland, they had said nothing and had done nothing, as if they had not seen Roland, let him walk slowly into the castle.

The castle has a large garden with soft green grass.

It's a beautiful day, under a huge umbrella, with the owner's wife and the lady eating their afternoon tea.

There are many pastry fruits on the table, as well as tasty fruit wine.

Five or six servants and three chefs are standing by.

The owner's wife and Miss John had a great time.

And Roland's sudden appearance caught the attention of both of them.

When they saw Roland, they stood together and looked a little nervous.

The two of them hated Roland, but it's been more than a year now, and the hatred is almost over and all that's left is fear.

There is not much friendship between the nobles, and most, if any, are very pale.

Roland walked over and smiled, "Sorry to bother you both, but I need to talk to little John. Is he home? ”

“He's in the study on the second floor.” The madam of the city said timidly.

“Thank you.”

Roland nodded and entered the main building of the castle.

Seeing Roland disappear outside the castle door, the two women relieved themselves.

In essence, the two of them are very fond of life today.

Life is worry-free and of excellent quality. Though Roland took half of the tax revenues, he saved a lot of money because the capital did not have to raise two or three thousand more soldiers to support him.

The money was spent on life, not knowing how broad it was.

And Roland has never restricted them, and they go wherever they want, living more freely than when the city owner was alive.

Roland goes upstairs, finds the study, knocks on the door.

“Come in. ”

Pushing gently open the door, Roland saw a shady young man sitting at his desk looking at a book, which seemed to be a biography of a knight.

Little John turned his head, and when he saw Roland, his expression got complicated.

Roland leaned by the door and held his chest with both hands, laughing: “It's fun to find the dead to assassinate me in the midst of our Golden Son clash, isn't it? ”