Mages Are Too OP

Conandor, with white hair, had messy clothes and bloody mouths. He looked at Roland with anticipation, but dared not speak.

Behind Conandor, he followed his old wife, two sons, two daughters-in-law, and two children, one big and one small.

Big is about ten years old, small is about seven years old.

The fear of this group of people could hinder the fame of the Temple of Storm, and they dared not move and tied their hands together.

Roland glanced back at the leading male middle-aged priest and said softly, "Are these people involved in the Sicilian city? ”

The middle-aged priest looked up and down at Roland, a little harsh, but with no tone to give in: “Who are you? Storm Temple works, people with no background, get out of the way. ”

That was arrogant, and Roland smiled: "No background, but this Del Bon city. For the time being, I'm in charge. ”

Cage nodded with satisfaction, and he thought Roland had a good attitude, which his niece's man should have.

“Are you the owner of the city?” The middle-aged priest looked at Roland with some hesitation.

“No.”

The middle-aged priest. Oh, the voice. He knows who Roland is.

Before he came to Del Ban City, he had done a little research, and he knew that there was now a man in Del Ban City who controlled the main city, and disguised himself as gaining control of the city.

He just doesn't remember his name.

“I see what you're capable of.” The middle-aged priest nodded: “I'll show you face, I can explain to you why I'm taking these people away. They are transgressors with profound ties to the Sicilian sinners. By the word of the gods, I will take them away and convict them. ”

Roland turned to Conandor and asked, "Are you really involved in the Sicilian City traitor? ”

“No, no!” After all, Conan Doyle was an old man, and he immediately realized that Roland meant to help himself, and seized this slight opportunity and yelled, “Lord Roland, I didn't, really didn't. The man he said is my brother, I just communicate with him occasionally. For more than a year, my family hasn't even been in Del Ban City... ah. ”

Conandor said it here, and was punched directly in the stomach by a young priest behind him.

After a scream, he fell on his knees and kept vomiting his stomach aches.

Roland picked his eyebrows: “Why don't you let him finish? ”

The middle-aged priest looked back at the young priest who had just beaten him and said to Roland, “He's talking nonsense, of course he can't talk nonsense. ”

“But I want to hear it. ”

Roland's smile is even more obvious.

Seeing Roland's attitude, the middle-aged priest knew things were not right. His expression became condensed: "Your Excellency really intends to fight against our Temple of Storm? ”

“You're messing around on my turf.” Roland said calmly, "I can't believe I'm making trouble with you right now. Are all the people at Storm Temple being so unreasonable and arrogant? ”

As soon as the young priest heard this, his face changed and his anger rushed up to beat Roland.

But the middle-aged priest directly stopped his subordinate, and he looked at Roland, and his suspicious expression grew heavier and heavier, and finally asked: "This arrogant speech to the bones, you are not a nobleman, nobility meets our temple people, there will be some awe... there is only one person in this world who does not have a sense of awe of God, are you a son of gold? ”

“It seems you didn't investigate the news of the city before you came.” Roland smiled: “Yes, I am indeed the son of gold...”

And then Roland's expression seemed a little different, and his eyes became a little sharp.

Not to mention the middle-aged priest, even the young priest who was just trying to beat people up was silent.

Their expressions are tangled, they seem to want to be tough, but they don't really want to be tough.

The Son of Gold has been in the world for almost two years, and many things have happened in those two years.

This group of psychopaths who don't sleep at night and run around with sticks in front of other people's doors to see if they can salvage any weird things have already shown their reputation and character to the world.

Most golden sons are good at what they do, and they want to care as long as it's unfair.

Alcohol fights, they persuade them to fight, and if they are attacked, they beat each other to the ground.

When a man hits his wife, the woman's golden son punches her hard and beats her husband to death before leaving.

It also helps grandmothers cross the street, helps crying children pick wild fruit and makes them happy.

Even these little things they do, not to mention big things about good and evil life and death.

These golden sons, whoever you are, dare to care as long as you do something bad.

Up to the royal nobility, down to the florist, no one they fear, no one they dare not beat up.

They also had several priests of the Son of Gold in the Temple of the Storm, a son of Gold who discovered the divine rule of a Cardinal Archbishop and later revealed that he had been killed by the Cardinal Archbishop.

Upon his resurrection, the Pastor of the Son of Gold launched several suicide attacks against the Cardinal Archbishop without success.

But somehow, after the Golden Son, who practiced in the temples of other cities, knew the news, he came to form a team and the five killed the Archbishop of the Cardinal alive.

This was supposed to be a big thing, but the Storm Goddess didn't send down the Oracle to blame, and the Pope took the initiative to depress it and deal with it properly, without letting the house go ugly.

Finally, the five golden sons who killed the Archbishop became alternate bishops.

Since then, the priests of the Temple of Storm have known that once the Golden Son begins to be more real, it means that they are starting to stand on moral plateau, and things can get troublesome.

A couple of people looked at each other, and the middle-aged priest turned around and looked at Conandor, who was still dry, and said, “Old man, I want you to say something. Have you really not been out of Del Bon in over a year? ”

Conandor shook his head hard because of the pain, and he said, "No, really, sir. ”

“It seems we have been misled by some.” The leading middle-aged male priest shook a gold coin, grabbed Conandor's hand, and stuck it in his hand: “This is the compensation that bothers you. ”

Conandor looked up at the middle-aged male priest with surprise.

How vicious and evil this man is, he could not have known more half an hour ago.

The other side broke into their house and, without saying a word, beat himself and his two sons to death, then said that they were rebels and were to be brought back to the temple to burn.

And now you're apologizing to yourself?

The leading middle-aged man ignored Conandor's gaze and turned to Roland and said, “Now that things are clear, let's go and have a chance to chat with His Excellency Roland again. ”

After speaking, the middle-aged priest waved and left with more than a dozen of his own men.

Two women priests wore short skirts with long white thighs.

The women priests of Storm God are not wearing heavy armor.

They walked past Roland and didn't even dare raise their heads.

After the group had completely left, Conandor's family was relieved and paralyzed to the ground.

Conandor kept thanking Roland.

Roland waved his hand and turned away slowly.

Cage let his men untie the Conandor family and he caught up with Roland.

He asked curiously, "If the middle-aged priest didn't like it, would you really kill him? ”

“Even if you're Andonala's uncle, you can't get innocent for nothing. When am I going to kill someone?” Roland questioned strangely.

Cage cut it off with disdain: “When I was a mercenary, I went through a lot more battles than you thought. I knew this thing so well that you were killing me, and it was strong. ”

Roland screamed, “Do you think I'm some kind of murderer? ”

“No, but you really want to kill him, so there must be a reason for you. ”

Roland laughed deeply.

At this point, in his field of view, a systematic prompt was popped: "Stop Storm Temple from Taking Conandor" mission was completed, gaining 220 characters' experience.

On the other hand, after the middle-aged priest left the city gate, he kept walking out, and then walked straight into a small forest, to see if anyone was coming behind him, he just relieved his breath, held the tree trunk next to him with one hand, bent over and gasped. The two female priests next to him were also sweaty and pale, and seemed to have a major illness.

Ten other male priests are unknown, so it's strange to see the three of them like this: "What's wrong with you? ”

“That Roland just tried to kill us!” The middle-aged priest wiped his head with sweat like rain: “Still alerting me to wit, otherwise we'd really have to be there. ”

The ten priests face each other.

The young priest, who had been very vicious, said strangely: "No, I think his expression just now seems quite normal. ”

“It's quite normal on the surface.” The middle-aged priest's heart palpitated, “but suddenly he had an extra, very strong kill in his eyes. If we go on, he'll really kill us, and if you don't believe me, you can ask them both. ”

The middle-aged priest pointed to two female priests.

Two female priests nodded hard.

These two women priests are professionals and chanters characteristic of the Temple of Storm.

The so-called wind is the air flow, the air. They can read the information contained in the surrounding air, including but not limited to the smell, and the emotions of the surrounding people.

The two of them really felt it when Roland moved.

They were scared half to death, so they didn't dare look at Roland.

The young priest stood still for a while, then a rage arose in his heart, and he just tried to shout ‘How dare he', but then he put up with it himself.

The other side is the son of gold. How dare you.

The young priest unwillingly hammered the trunk around him, turning his head and asking, "Bishop, is that how our mission ends? The Pope will be disappointed when he returns, and maybe he'll be in our cell for a few more days. ”

“Being locked up for a few days is better than losing your life.” The middle-aged priest said helplessly: "Conandor has a golden son to protect him, and we cannot touch him, nor dare to move. Kazan the Sword Ghost is powerful enough, the Golden Son to protect a little maid, even Kazan the legendary swordsman killed, still a group of women to do the hand. What a bunch of us! You really think he won't cut us? ”