Mages Are Too OP

The Golden Son can be hired, and this is no longer news in the aristocracy.

And the credibility of the Golden Son is quite good. If you don't take it, you will definitely do everything you can to complete it. If you can't complete it, you will also apologize for the courtesy.

Everyone is talented, and they always listen.

So now the aristocracy loves to hire the Golden Son to do things for themselves.

And many times, only the Golden Son can fight the Golden Son.

After all, only immortality can defeat immortality.

It's not too strange for Alfred to hire five players to work for him.

This was supposed to end with Roland listening. After all, Tobian's death was what he expected.

It just didn't occur to me that after three days, Roland brushed the post during the break and inadvertently brushed a popular video.

"Take the filial son to ruthlessly slaughter the father, this is the reason, the people are silent after watching"

A strong UC body surfaced.

Roland couldn't help but open this post, even though he knew that such headings generally had nothing of substance.

What if there's something?

When the post opens, Roland taps on the video and sees the familiar person, kneeling in the room, covered in blood.

Around the room, there are many bodies, each wearing a magic robe.

And the man on his knees is a big bald head.

Tobian!

Roland stood still and continued to watch.

In the video, Tobian gasped, but his expression was still slightly faint and, of course, it could have been faked.

He said: "Alfred, you don't know our relationship, I can tell you, you are actually mine...”

“My own son, right? ”

A slightly greener sound sounds and the angle quickly moves to the opposite side of Tobian.

A young man in a white robe stood proudly with a sarcasm on his face.

“Uh...” Tobian finally had some incredible emotions in his voice: “If you know why? ”

“Why?” Alfred laughed. “Because I only have one father, Gavin Manster. What are you, trying to be my father? ”

Toby got excited when he heard it, and he was even a little angry: "Why, that useless man, how can he be your father! ”

Alfred was angry when he heard it, rushed straight up, kicked his foot in Tobian's face and gasped the latter for a few meters.

Blood splashes.

A player in the room couldn't help blowing a whistle.

Everyone looks at this man immediately.

The player shrugged his shoulders and looked embarrassed.

Though it seemed tragic, Tobian was a professional, and he wiped his bloody face, and then he was angry: "Even if you deny it again, you can't change your body and shed my blood. You are the descendant of a noble magician. How can you be the father of my children when you have no power, no money, no power? He raised you, and the Goddess of Fortune has taken care of him. ”

Alfred's face got colder, and his right hand clustered together a long, bright gun and stabbed him straight into Tobian's left kidney.

Tobian made a painful scream and tried to struggle, but was held to death by two players in the rear.

Such injuries are not fatal, although serious, for a professional who is also a master level professional.

Tobian was pale, and after he finished howling, he looked at Alfred and said, “Are you hating that I didn't raise you as a child? I also have no way... After all, I only recently found out that you exist. I had no idea that that vile woman was so lucky that she was pregnant with a professional child. ”

Alfred shook his head slowly, his face getting colder and colder, looking at Tobian's face like he was looking at a manure maggot.

“You know what? My favorite people are my father and my mother.” A smile appeared on Ayan Fred's face: “Since he was a child, his father has been very gentle. He sees me as his own son, even though I am not his own. He beat me only once, when I was twelve years old, playing a civilian girl of my passing age on my doorstep. Then he slapped me. That was the only time he hit me. ”

Tobianhaha laughed: "That cowardly man, after leaving Holleywen, dare not even the civilians offend him? ”

“Yeah, he's scared.” Alfred would tear Tobian's collar and arrest him, roaring: “He was afraid I'd become a scum like you, afraid I'd become a scum like you, because I had half your blood on me, you filthy, despicable, inhuman scum. After my father slapped me, he held me and cried. A pale relative cried in front of me as a child. Although after a day, he became as gentle as ever, he cried in pain that day, and to this day, I have been there. ”

Tobian said incredibly, "You pity a coward? ”

“Until now, you still don't understand why I'm here to kill you.” Alfred grinned coldly: “I couldn't believe my ears when my mother told me that my father was not my own. But I didn't hate you at the time, I just wanted to find out what my real father was like. But I found out that when you actually did that to your mother and to your father, I understood why my father was crying so painfully, and this filthy blood in my body was so dirty, it made me want to throw up, and my first reaction was to try to kill myself. ”

Tobian's expression became more and more frightened: "You tried to kill yourself. You're my only descendant. You tried to kill yourself? You can inherit everything I have now. Why would you want to kill yourself? ”

“But I figured it out later.” Alfred threw Tobian forcefully in front of himself and looked down at him: "Whoever's blood is in my body, my soul will always be the son of Gavin-Menster. The body can wither from aging and change, and only the soul is intrinsic. ”

Tobian stood up and yelled, “You're lying to yourself. You'll never be my Tobian son, and nobody can change that. ”

“So killing you can change.” Alfred bluntly said, "I'm the Reverend of Light, I can't just kill people, but I've been investigating you for days, otherwise why do you think I was just messing with you the other day, not really doing it? ”

Tobian's expression gradually became harder to see and was completely gone.

“I'm not surprised by the survey these past few days, you're a piece of shit. Forced into prostitution, attacked underage girls, secretly abducted some pretty young women and then disappeared them.” Alfred laughed rather shady: “So I have good reason to kill you, not to go against my teachings. ”

As soon as Tobian was in a hurry, he climbed up and said, "Don't kill me. I'm your father. You can inherit everything about me, whether it's the Magic Society or the family, countless times stronger than you fight alone. ”

“I am the Bishop of White Robe, and I have a great future.” Alfred said with dismay: "A remote small country, a garbage magic society, a small aristocratic family, is as weak and ridiculous as the chiefs of the Orcs, and there is nothing to inherit. ”

“You can't do this. No god would encourage his son to kill his father. ”

“But you're not my father. ”

Alfred lifted a cue to a player and turned away.

That's where the video came from.

Tobian's end is self-evident.

Roland took a breath after watching it.

This family ethics drama of dog blood, if made into television, is to be slashed by the audience.

But in the game, it seems extraordinarily real.

Or it's real in itself.

According to the players' responses, most people, supported Alfred in killing Tobian.

After all, what Tobian did was disgusting, and Alfred investigated Tobian, who did indeed deserve to die.

Others, however, disagreed.

Tobian did deserve to die, but it should not have been ordered by Alfred, who, after all, was the son of man and the father, and how could that not be justified?

And Roland thinks both arguments make sense, either way Alfred chose to be right, so he simply didn't participate in the debate in the forum.

Then he took out the core of the five elements and put them on the desktop.

In the last three days, he has finished the two books Anse gave him.

The reason Elemental Lords are called sworddancers by the Elves is simply that this is a purely combative magician profession.

The so-called ‘sword’ refers to an applied philosophy of elemental power.

The fairly purposeful type, the magic of concentrating elements, is actually a weapon, and 'sword’ is just an abstract term for this weapon.

Because of all weapons, the 'sword’ is the most noble.

Of course, that's just the view of most of the elves.

Many organizations or forces do not share this perception.

For example, the three religions of light, life, even Druid, consider hammers the most sacred.

The Elves believe that swords are a weapon that goes straight and gives meaning to many spiritual levels of swords.

For example, elves are noble as long swords, and their character is straight as long swords.

These things Roland easily understands, after all, are a bit like the spirit of a Warrior Swordsman.

The second book, on the other hand, is about how to use the core of the element, coordinate the forces of the element, and finally transform the body to become the Lord of the element.

The book says it's hard… but not at all difficult for Roland.

Two of the most critical factors to become Elemental Lords are the Spirit Blood Blood and the ability to control almost the ultimate Elemental Magic.

Roland has both of these key factors.

The gift of 'magic control' is solid, but not even the Gentiles.

According to the book, Roland drew a magic array on the ground, threw five more core elements into it, and finally, using the pressure of the magic array, pressed all the core elements into a uniform mixed magic.

Finally, it leads to its own body, creating the qualities of the body, making the whole body more affective to elemental magic.

It's simple, but it's very, very difficult to do.

First of all, mixing the magic of five different elements is a very difficult thing to do, and once the scale is slightly wrong, it explodes.

And to lead it into the body, any minor mistake, this temporary mix of magic will blow up in the body, and the whole body will be torn apart, not dead, but seriously injured.

But... Roland simply succeeded.