Mages Are Too OP

Reach out and don't smile.

Roland weighed this middle-aged magician up and down, and he knew very well that the next thing was, it couldn't go on.

In this case, hardening will put you at a disadvantage.

After all, if the other party is a teacher and the clothes are soft on behalf of two aristocratic magicians, if Roland continues, public opinion will be bad for him.

The maid was saved, and the purpose was fulfilled.

But... the end, the end, the end.

Roland said to the middle-aged magician: "Sorry, I just got here and haven't even been in the dorm. Can we talk about the magic node later? ”

The middle-aged magician didn't think it was a good place to smile: “That's pathetic, but understandable. Lord Roland, please remember, I'll be waiting for you at 17 Sixth Avenue in Midtown. You are always welcome to come and be a guest. ”

“Thank you.”

Laughing at the middle-aged magician, Roland squatted down and said to the two aristocratic magicians who were still afraid to look up: "You are lucky this time, someone has come to save you. But I'm not sure your luck will be so good again. The next time you see me, you better hide from me, or I won't promise to give face to anyone else. ”

Roland regained his exotic spirituality, smiled at the middle-aged magician, and walked upstairs.

After Roland's footsteps disappeared to the stairs, the two aristocratic magicians took a long breath of relief and sat on the ice floor with one butt.

“Scared the shit out of me.” Peird, the aristocratic magician whose robe was wet by a maid, said with pale face and palpitations: “Uncle, you have to give him face for what he started. You're a master. ”

Another magician put more than a dozen gold coins on the ground and sat down on his ass, also looking at the middle-aged magician with curiosity.

The middle-aged magician hooked his fingers and said: "Go to my house and rest for a few days and avoid the wind. ”

Both of them looked stunned and realized what was happening.

Peird muted, “Uncle, don't exaggerate. You're out. We have to hide from him? ”

The middle-aged magician said the same thing: “We'll talk about it later. ”

Peird and Heinrich stood up and followed the middle-aged magician.

As Roland regained his magic, the ice in the dormitory building slowly began to disappear and turn to water.

The entire dormitory building became so damp that the seven magicians who had escaped had returned to the main hall and looked at the wet ground, with no objection.

A dozen gold coins were stacked in two on the ground and nobody dared to take them.

Everyone looked at it for a while, and eventually someone came over and picked up these two stacks of gold coins and put them by the stairs.

Then everyone dispersed.

Roland went up to the sixth floor and found room 602, swayed in front of the door lock with a black wooden plaque, and the door opened.

Magic resonance... quite interesting.

The dormitory is a single room, and the space is not too big, which is about 40 square feet.

Fully furnished inside.

There's nothing wrong with living alone.

He first stacked the duvet and sheets on the wooden bed, put them aside, and then took his mattress out of the system backpack and laid it on the bed.

Finally, lie on the bed, in a comfortable large font.

The spirit then enters the forum and begins to brush posts to waste time.

At this point, Roland did not know that his reputation began to spread in this red magic tower.

Jose, the middle-aged magician, came home with his two nephews, sat them down, and the smile on his face immediately became more serious: “Didn't anyone in the house tell you before you came to the Red Magic Tower that you had to keep a low profile? Is that what you want? ”

Heinrich bowed his head and did not speak.

"Cousin, it wasn't on purpose, it was the kid named Betta who was so disgusting," Pilder argued. If I punish a maid who made a mistake, why would he jump out and stop it? If the maid was a beauty, but the maid looked normal, Betta jumped out sick, if he hadn't jumped out, the bastard Roland in the back wouldn't be in conflict with us. ”

It's normal and reasonable for Peird to impose heavy penalties on a maid.

So he felt pretty grieved.

The middle-aged magician sighed: "It's not a big mistake to punish a maid, but if someone comes out and gives a maid a boost, can't you sell her a favor? Networking is not something that you beat and scold, but you have to give people face before you can build it. ”

Peird whispered, "I'm just angry. I guess I'm not a big shot for a maid. ”

The middle-aged magician sighed for a long time, and he was utterly desperate for Peird's emotional intelligence.

Heinrich asked at this point, "Who the hell is Roland, cousin? Do you know him? ”

“I don't know him, I just heard his name.” The middle-aged magician explained: "In just two or three months he uploaded consecutive oil- and water-making techniques, both of which were documented by the Goddess of Magic and named after his name as a prefix. ”

Both Heinrich and Peird were quite surprised to learn that, in the last hundred years, the Goddess of Magic has rarely included any spells prefixed by their creators, and now it's only two spells at once, and one can imagine how much gold they contain.

The middle-aged magician went on to say, "As I said earlier, whether it's oil or water, its spell nodes are quite concise and simple, and even a magic apprentice can learn with a snack. These spell node connectivity skills, not to mention Roland's peers, few of us, even teachers of our lifetime, can do it. ”

Peird was a little uncomfortable: "Maybe he was just lucky, inspired, and suddenly he just came up with these two magics. ”

“When you create a spell, you pick up money, as long as you're lucky?” The middle-aged magician was not angry enough to say, "Magic is something that only will and will not be two, no so-called luck. ”

Peird scratched his head with a smile, and though he was uncomfortable with Roland, he didn't dare stand up to his uncle.

Heinrich thought about it and said, "Cousin, do you think this man could pull up to our family? We can give him an excellent reward, for example, how about making him French? ”

“Impossible.” The middle-aged magician waves: “I hear Roland is the son of gold, and you've all heard of what a bunch of people are like. ”

The air in the room suddenly silenced for a while and Peird slowly said: “If I knew he was the son of gold, I would leave on the spot and never let him see what I was doing. No wonder you let us hide for a few days! ”

The middle-aged magician laughed: “Do you know now? ”

Peird laughed embarrassingly.

And Heinrich felt like he was sweating cold.

It's been two years since the Golden Son group arrived in this world.

Over the past two years, they've done a lot of things, produced a lot of landscapes, but also... created their own reputation.

Even if only sporadic sons of gold occasionally come to the French State, the aristocratic family of the French State has a certain understanding of this group.

After all, the post-domestic trade union, an organization spread throughout the world, can effectively convey important information.

Almost all aristocratic families now know that creatures like the Son of Gold are quite nosy, and they are usually kind, and even laughed at, and don't say much back.

But once they see something ‘unequal' or bad, they stand up and do whatever they think is right.

Whether you're a civilian, a gangster, a businessman, an aristocrat, or even a royal race... if they think you're wrong, they'll take care of it, they'll take care of it.

There are already many aristocrats who like to kill randomly and have their heads removed by the Golden Son.

Many bandits in the deep mountains were swept away by the Golden Sons. Many times, they were said to have only heard that the mountain bandits had taken the villagers, and they went out to help save people, living like saints.

No wonder Betta jumped out when they tried to kill the maid.

No wonder Roland's so strong.

Guess they had triggered what the sons of gold called a ‘beep’ by then.

Because when a player says' task ’, it is automatically converted to this sound.

So the inhabitants of the world have also gone from good to good, using the shielding effect of players when they say they want to 'do tasks' as a noun.

After hearing that Roland was the son of gold, Berta and Heinrich decided to plead guilty and hide here for a few days until Roland's anger dissipated.

Time passes day by day.

Roland is unhappy hiding in room 602, brushing the forum, doing magic experiments.

And the rumors about him are spreading.

After all, Roland's oil-making techniques have been really ‘fire’ lately.

The magician is a very expensive profession, and the children of the grand aristocracy are naturally not worried about magical resources.

But money is still extremely scarce for the vast majority of magicians who come from middle aristocracy or lower aristocracy.

Powerful magicians are rich, but that's after powerful.

In the early days of scholarship, magicians had little way of making money.

Most magicians borrow money from relatives, or invest in the doors of the great nobility, in exchange for the money they need to learn now.

But when Roland's oil technology came out... they finally had a way to make money.

Starworm oil is expensive, spending five or six days building up and then selling it and making one or two gold coins is fine.

And starworm oil has many uses, be it for cooking oil, for advanced fuel, or even for something more cynical.

Extremely expensive.

So even though a lot of people have the Starbug oil, the price hasn't dropped.

Many low-level magicians who are in need of money, after learning this spell, these days are clearly much better.

So they're quite grateful to have created this magician Roland.

After a clash with two aristocratic magistrates, Roland was also known by others and slowly passed on.

Seven days later, getting ready to start school, Roland came out of room 602 and walked to the main hall and found that there were many more students here.

And when many people saw him, their eyes immediately became much more enthusiastic.

“Look, that's Roland. ”

“It turns out to be a genius, just like I imagined. ”

“Dear good man, I hear hydrology was also created for the convenience of our junior magicians. ”

Roland: “???? ”