Mages Are Too OP

This is very rude behavior, but now, no one dares to say it in the open, even if there is some dissatisfaction, it is at best a few more beeps in the heart.

After all, Roland invited them last night because they couldn't come on their own.

Then don't blame anyone else for not taking you seriously.

Since Roland can't get through, go find someone related to Roland.

Vivian, Jerry, and relatives of all the magic apprentices in the Magic Tower have been very harassed for two or three days, climbing relationships, begging for help, and even trying to threaten to mix their children with their descendants.

In addition to the magic apprentice's relatives, other people who attended the banquet were similarly harassed.

In the past, these threatened nobles or celebrities might be willing to help them.

But it's about the magic apprenticeship, and Roland said last night that he was careful and avenged himself.

What if he finds out something and withdraws his family's priority?

Idiots are willing to do that.

At least the first batch couldn't do that. By the second batch, the third batch, Roland was pretty much out of breath. Maybe he could try.

This side is reluctant for the time being, and that side is in a hurry, because there are only two days left before the selection.

There was a huge contradiction between the two sides. At first, it was just a couple of opposing curses, but the noblemen were more involved with each other. At the end of the day, the two factions cursed each other and even tripped each other with small moves.

Roland sat in the study and looked at the report from the Black Sand Gang and laughed: "Well, as I expected, it started. Not bad, not bad.”

“You're laughing so badly.” Vincent groaned in disgust.

Roland put the information in the drawer and smiled, “I'm doing this for the scenery, and that's how the bad guys smile. I've had enough of this before. We can't play tricks! Let them taste like chess now. ”

“What I don't know is that I would really think that your vengeance would be strong.” Vincent shook his head helplessly: "The plan of differentiation does work, and it also requires strong force as a base card to implement it. So, what else do you have in mind? ”

Roland thought about it and said, "The class you're taking, try to recruit as many civilians as possible. ”

“To cultivate loyal supporters of the Magic Tower? ”

Roland nodded: "Yes, the descendants of the aristocracy, no matter how hard we cultivate them, at least half of his heart will be with the family. But unlike the children of civilians, give them an opportunity to make an appearance, at least three quarters of their hearts will stand by our magic tower. ”

Vincent nodded: “Got it. ”

“In addition...” Roland muttered, "infuse the civilian apprentices more with 'ten years east, ten years west of the river, do not deceive the young poor', ‘the king will look like a king, prefer something', ‘I am ordered by heaven’ and so on. ”

Vincent took a deep breath and strained his consciousness: "You're playing with fire! ”

“Don't think so.” Roland shrugged his shoulders funny.

“Aren't you afraid they'll grow up and rip off all the new magic towers we've been working so hard on? ”

Roland naturally said, "When they grow up, our new magic tower is huge. If they can lift the new magic tower back then, then lift it. Besides... it's not too hard to take off the new magic tower at that time, they're going to take on other organizations, or forces, like theism or anything. ”

Vincent had a narrow light in his eyes: "You've got a big picture. ”

“No!” Roland denied as hard as he could. “I'm just the kind of bad luck that wants to see someone else's bad luck. ”

Huh!

Vincent sneered, not believing at all.

Two days have passed.

The newly built temple-style giant pavilion was not demolished, so the selection was held here.

Outside the pavilion, people surrounded by dense numbness floors.

Civilians mingled with the nobles and surrounded themselves with water.

Children of appropriate age have been sent to the pavilion, about 700 people, of noble descent in a circle, merchant children in a circle, and children of civilians in a circle.

The children of businessmen and civilians are much inferior to the noble descendants with high toes.

Civilian children in particular, dressed in clean but patchy clothes, face down and afraid to look at people.

The whole square was loud and noisy, several times louder than the vegetable market.

When Roland came out, he felt a little tinnitus in his ears, and then he released the acoustic junction he had learned from the Pokémon, covering the entire pavilion.

It became quiet in a moment.

The soundproofing junction is almost completely transparent, and even those outside can see what's inside, but can't hear it.

Roland and Vincent were real people, didn't want to waste any time doing big moves, they came out of the magic tower, didn't say anything, and walked up to the children.

Look around them and pat a child on the shoulder from time to time, letting them walk aside.

Every time they shoot a child, the child's relatives are outside, they cry out, and then they're as happy as they were chosen.

Soon after, Roland chose 30 apprentices, half of whom were children of nobility and businessmen, who could see in their clothing that the remaining fifteen were civilian children, black, skinny and inferior.

And Vincent picked 40 because he picked 10 more civilian children than Roland did.

After selecting the right people, Roland pulled out the magic junction and then used an amplification technique to say to the people outside: “We will hold a selection every year, or the old rules, so that future generations of those close to our magic tower will be eligible. As for the qualifications of the civilian population, the Black Sands Club is responsible for this. ”

Then the magic apprentices came out, started clearing the field, drove people, and cleared up a lot of space on the right side of the magic tower.

Although there is some confusion, no one is willing to fight the people of the Magic Tower at this time, especially since this is already the land of the Magic Tower, which has the right to drive people away.

When enough space was cleared, Roland walked over and bounced his fingers.

The ground of the square was first swamped in front of the crowd, then the mud rose and then rocketed.

A pillar, a cross beam, appeared in front of them as if it were a dream.

The walls then also rose, forming a large, square building, positively large on the ground and divided into five floors.

By now, a lot of people already knew what Roland was doing.

And finally, cover this giant building.

In the awe of tens of thousands of people, more than 30 metres high, the giant teaching building almost the same height as the giant pavilion stands in front of them.

Though the building is small, has no decor, rough surfaces, and some windows are even slightly distorted.

But nobody thinks it's ugly.

Tall is handsome, big is beautiful.

This obvious logic is also applicable in the architectural world.

Besides, this exaggerated mega-building takes less than five minutes to get back and forth.

The quasi-magic apprentices who had just been selected looked at Roland's back and thought he was unusually great.