Mages Are Too OP

“Was it fun to send someone to assassinate me while our golden son fought inside?” Roland asked with a smile.

The muscles on little John's face twitched suddenly. He looked at Roland and his eyes became red and his body trembled.

Finally, he stood up angrily and threw the book on the table with all his strength.

A crackling crisp sound.

He gasped heavily, and the blues on little John's neck were coming apart, and he had to strain himself like a lion to keep his roar down: "Roland, you've gone too far. I'm at home every day. I don't even want to leave the door. What do you want me to do? As the owner of the city, you forced me to do this, and you still wronged me. If I die, you will be satisfied! ”

“I didn't want you to die.” Roland laughs: “But now I suddenly think it's good that you're dead, too. ”

Little John's hands trembled and his teeth squeaked.

His anger, his grievances, seemed to be spilling.

Roland saw him trying to kill, but he didn't dare. He had to try to suppress him. He laughed. “Don't treat anyone else like a fool. You want to provoke endless civil strife for our Golden Son, so that you have a chance to redevelop your side. But you forget a little, you're smart and no one else is stupid. ”

“I didn't!” Little John finally couldn't help but yell in desperation.

“This time I can pretend that nothing happened, and you're lucky you didn't hit my friends and family with the idea.” Roland, leaning against the door, straightened his body and his eyes became cold: "But if there's another time, you'll see for yourself. ”

Huh!

Roland left a sneer and turned around and left.

The door closed again and the room darkened again.

In the room, little John's cheek muscles kept shaking, making his face twisted and ugly.

His expression also went from anger, hatred, to powerlessness.

In the end, he sat back in his chair as if he had lost all his energy.

Roland came out of the castle and saw the owner's wife and her daughter eating afternoon tea in the garden.

They saw Roland and stood up again.

Roland walked over and stood in front of them and smiled, "Sorry to bother you. ”

The two of them were still nervous looking at Roland, but the Lady of the City smiled and sent out an invitation: "How about an afternoon tea, Lord Roland? ”

“Thank you." Roland refused: “I have some things to take care of, and I will definitely talk to two beautiful ladies next time. ”

“That's a shame. ”

Roland left the garden after complaining.

The owner's wife sat down again and relieved herself: “There is no such vicious smell on her body that she should not be looking for anything. ”

“Actually, he was good to us too, at least he didn't kill us, and he gave us all the money he deserved.” The little daughter of the John family still has some glimmers in her eyes: “And the last time you said Old Ford was going to take over some of the rest of our estate, it was stopped by his vice president. They also say that rules are rules. If you don't agree, you have to beat down the magic tower first. ”

The madam silenced for a moment and said, "But I'm afraid your brother is messing around! After all, he is the owner of the city, and unlike our women, men don't just admit their lives. ”

The little girl sighed for a long time: "I hope you don't mess around. Even my father can't fight them, brother can't. ”

Roland on the street, he didn't know about it.

In fact, he was a little vain, facing a widow of his own making, and the daughter of the deceased, and his inner mood wasn't as calm as it seemed.

In his imagination, these two women should hate themselves as much as little John did.

He did not know, however, that the affection of the little John family was really weak, and that the superiority of a calm life for more than a year had quenched the hatred of the two women.

Most importantly, Roland has power.

Roland watched the streets as he walked.

The city is a lot cleaner than it was a year ago.

Since Roland, Hawk, they've been in charge of most of the city's power, there's been some limited governance. For example, the construction of sewers, the construction of public toilets, and the promotion of disease from the mouth.

It doesn't work very well, but at least it works, and the city isn't that dirty anymore.

Also, after tearing his face apart from the Silver Wings Guild, the magician also fell into the hands of the Magic Tower, where Vincent also served.

Vincent had a straightforward personality. Although he usually wasted his time studying magic in the post of sheriff, he had practically never failed in his duties. For a year, only three small noblemen had their heads cut off because of nonsense. As for stealing and robbery, his hands were broken, his legs were broken, and no one in the cell had at least 800.

The security of the city has improved considerably.

This has led to a significant increase in the sense of security among civilians.

The sense of security is invisible and untouchable, but it does exist.

The street pedestrians, the smile on their faces is much more obvious.

Roland came to the Black Sand gang site and walked straight in.

Several brothers saw him scared enough to run upstairs and invite Gru down.

“Long time no see, Lord Roland.” Gru was embarrassed to see Roland because the last time they stood the wrong team, the entire Black Sand Gang was now rather invisible to the Magic Tower, but because the Magic Tower did not announce their ‘renunciation’, it was bewildered to survive until now.

Just because Vincent Sheriff is active, it's not a good time for the Black Sand Gang.

Roland looked around and glanced at Gru and said, "Tonight I'm throwing a banquet in the square in front of the Magic Tower, and you'll help me inform all the celebrities outside the main city hall, whether they're nobles, academics, big businessmen, gangster bosses, or even traders who live here temporarily. ”

“Tell them I want them all to come at night if there's nothing important. ”

“Windstorms are unstoppable! ”

Look at the serenity of the god, and listen to the last word, Grouchen nods.

Also swallowed saliva.

He had a feeling something big was about to happen.

Roland then returned to the Magic Tower and let the tower owners begin preparing the beverage dishes needed for the dinner.

Andonala was somewhat confused: “When you came back from the tour, it was supposed to be the local aristocratic gentleman who organized the dinner together, so you could celebrate for me. How did you end up inviting them? ”

'Cause I'm the Hongmen Banquet. ”

With a translation that understands the language, Andonala understands the meaning of the Hongmen Banquet.

Her eyes immediately lit up: "Want to kill someone? Fine, I'll grind my sword with my armor, and I'll cut whoever you want me to. ”

At this point, Christine came together, and the young lady looked forward to asking, "Master, if there is a noble young lady to be killed, could you stop killing me and let me sneak a breath of blood first? ”

“No!”

Roland turned her down.

Christina pounded and could almost hang the gas bottle.