Mages Are Too OP

Then another day later, the robbery of the Zubao Bonsai was fermented in the forum.

Charles had a small reputation in the forum, after all, the Ju Bao Chamber of Commerce had a large plate and had recently dominated the entire material market. It can be said that it is in the minds of most players that the Guild is more successful.

So, the Jumbo Bonsai will be attacked, and a lot of players were a little angry at first, but two days later, some intelligence feedback came back, and they were surprised to find that… no player was tasked with helping Jumbo Bonsai.

It doesn't make sense.

According to theory, the other party stole so much magic material from the Potty Pot that it should trigger the help task, but so far no one has said that they have received the task about the Potty Pot.

This immediately made the players in the forum feel that there might be another reason for this.

Roland also saw the discussion on the matter in the forum, but he ignored it.

It's mostly Andis.

Indeed, it is against foreign hostile businessmen and not against domestic chambers of commerce.

But the problem is… nobody seems to regard the Son of Gold as someone in their own country.

Even the divine religion of life does not regard the Son of Gold, resurrected from his temple, as one of its own.

Those players who are divided into peace, in the eyes of their employers, are merely 'hired' and never meet their own people.

So it's perfectly normal for private evidence to work for Ju Bao Bon merchants.

More importantly... the malicious monopoly of magic materials in the Potty Potty has aroused a lot of opposition from many forces, and the strength of the Potty Potty Potty is weak.

The average level of LV2 for a group of players has been around for almost two years, and you can imagine how much they don't like to practice.

How much I like to make money.

Such a weak force, but with so much money, it's not fair not to rob you.

Before not robbing, fear of revenge from the Golden Son, but now many Golden Sons join the aristocracy and the royal family, they are in the first place to rob, of course others have to keep up.

Anyway, there's something on their side of the Golden Son.

This way, Roland took the parchment paper that slowed down the 'oil-making technique' and transferred it back to the Imperial City.

And then there was Antice, who was routinely ‘closing' the gates.

He hooked up to Roland and took Roland to the little black house inside the gate.

“Your method works pretty well.” Andis didn't have any bullshit either, smiling directly: “With the certificate of usurpation, those golden sons who have turned against us do dare to attack some arrogant golden sons, do you seem to have a potential rule? Guiding you? ”

The rules of the system... are normal.

Roland nodded slightly, and then he asked, "What do you think of your golden sons? ”

“Works pretty well.” Antice laughed quite happily: "As long as we delineate a task, or a more detailed terms of reference, they will do well, quite well. I don't even think you guys are too obsessed with the word 'order’. ”

Roland picks his eyebrows: “Let me give you an example. ”

“The Imperial City is huge, we have a lot of sheriffs and different people are responsible for different ranges.” Antice closed his eyes like a smiling fox: “One of the magistrates was the Golden Son, and less than four months in office, he trained his men fairly well and then made the peace in his area fairly good. Even walking in the alley late at night is quite safe. Even solved an age-old odd case. If I had gone there, I would never have done his level. ”

“It seems very ordinary.” Roland shook his head.

Derbonne City, whether it's Link's time as a sheriff or Vincent's time as a sheriff, can reach that level.

“You may be used to it, you may be used to it, so it feels normal.” Antice snapped: “But to us, it's almost a miracle. ”

Well... different worldviews, so different thoughts.

Antice went on to say, "Why don't you come to our royal family and be a magician?" ”

Roland stood still and shook his head: "Can the king stand me? ”

“What's so strange is that the queen hasn't wanted you for long.” Antice thought about it and said, "How about if you come to the royal family and the queen comes back with you, so that the royal family has face and won't force the queen to do things she doesn't like, and then you can have power, isn't it good? This is called... win-win, your Golden Son's favorite word. ”

“Forget it.” Roland shook his head: “You're really tired of pulling me into the royal family. ”

“Real talent will be popular everywhere. ”

Antice sighed and thought, "What else can you do to get us to deal with the Golden Son, besides robbery? ”

Roland glanced at him and said, "Do you think I might still talk nonsense? ”

“Shh, not enough friends.” Antice muttered: “Would you like to come to me later as an officer for a drink? ”

“Depends.” Roland spoke freely and turned away from the little black house.

Entering the Imperial City, Roland soon arrived at the gates of the Magic Divine Church.

The Magic Goddess also has a temple, but too few people believe in her... After all, the Mage is a scarce profession, and many magicians have an arrogant attitude of 'I may also be a god', which leads to quite a few believers in the Magic Goddess.

So the temple of the Magical Divine Church is usually set only in the kings of nations, just a symbolic gesture.

The Temple Gate often opened, Roland walked in and found that under the immense statue of the Magic Goddess, there was a sacrificial platform, sitting behind the stage with an elderly magician, looking carefully at a book.

It seemed like he heard Roland walking, and possibly his mental strength perceived someone coming in. The old magician turned a page of paper and didn't lift his head and said slowly, “Is something wrong? Young man, if you are just here to pray, go to the prayer room on the right. If you are here to borrow money, please light up your spirit and I will confirm your talent and see how much you are worth! ”

A magician is a very money-burning profession, and if you don't have the expertise to ‘do it free', practise a lot of magic with materials.

This is a huge expense.

It is also very expensive to buy spell models.

And the Magic Church provides loan services, tests the credentials of the lender, then provides matching money, signs contracts, and then lets the lender pay back slowly.

Interest on loans is not high, about 10 percent for five years, and in this world, it's a pretty conscientious loan rate.

Roland came to the altar and said, "I'm here to sacrifice and certify new spells. ”

Mm-hmm.

The old magician raised his head violently and gauged Roland in surprise.

In terms of the level of magic in this country, young magicians can reach the master level, which is rarely encountered in a millennium. Generally, new magic is something to consider only after the master level.

Besides, a lot of the so-called 'new magic' is a big pit in itself.

The spell model nodes are cluttered together to produce many strange magic that resembles, but is not, egg-free.

For example, the Trident line technique, which reduces the power by ten times, has an effective range of one meter and lasts one minute, barely burning a pot of water.

It instantly empties the spirit of an elite magician and then releases a giant rainbow bubble, locking the enemy in for about a second.

Wait, these magic are also new magic, but they are useless. Once the magic goddess has taken them away, there will be no "reward".

Looking at Roland's age, the old magician thought that the latter might also be of this type, pointing to the sacrificial table, and said: "Put the drawings of the magic model here and surround the name of the magic goddess, Ms. Mithra, ten times. ”

After speaking, the old magician looked down at his book.

Roland put the drawings on the sacrificial table, then silently recited the name of the Goddess of Magic ten times.

After he finished his name, the scroll on the altar turned white and scattered light disappeared into the air.

Roland waited a while and sighed slightly without giving back.

Either this oil-making technique has been around for a long time, or Mithra doesn't think it's worth giving back.

The old magician heard Roland sigh, no wonder, but smiled in the corner of his mouth and praised his foresight in his heart.

Roland turns around and leaves.

At this moment, behind the temple, the huge statue of the goddess suddenly emitted a pale blue light, and a strange junction covered the entire church.

The blurry statue of the goddess seemed to have survived and looked at Roland with both eyes.

Magnificent enough to cause heartbreaking spiritual power to descend over this temple.

The old magician has knelt down, his eyes raving and his body trembling.

Roland looked into the eyes of the Statue of Magic.

“Interesting magic.” It looks a little heavy, but a rather gentle female voice sounds in the temple: “Young man, what are your thoughts on improving 'greasy technique' to look like this? ”

The goddess has a beautiful voice!

Roland suddenly remembered what Shook had said before, and the Goddess of Light had a beautiful voice.

And the last time the goddess of life dragged him to the kingdom of life, she had a beautiful voice.

“I think that the magician apprentices in this world have had too much difficulty, a bit of talent, but the poor magician apprentices in the family, they did not have the means to make money in the previous period, they could not learn magic without money, and had to leave the magician's path with hatred, I think this is too wasteful...”

Roland took a few minutes to say what he thought.

“I see.” Mithra's voice seems softer: “What's your name? ”

“Roland. ”

“This spell, I will name it 'Roland Oil Making' and spread it with my divine power to all temples for all magicians to learn. ”

Roland was relieved, and he improved his greasy technique for that purpose.

“Your philosophy is very good, keep up the good work, this is a reward for you. ”

Two green lights were emitted from the eyes of the Statue and directly hit Roland's head.

Too fast for Roland to even react.

Fortunately, these two beams did not cause any damage and disappeared after two seconds.

Together, there is the immense divine spiritual power of Mithrana.

Roland looks at his system interface at this point.

‘You have the blessing of a magical goddess. ’

Divine Blessing (Mithra): Increase your Max HP by 20 and your Max Magic by 80. And your breath of the Mithra goddess will have a certain impact on your relationships, as well as on your power relations.