Mages Are Too OP

Roland was a little surprised. He could see that the Red Magic Tower is an organization that is more of a "world of excellence". Even the lower-level blue-skinned orcs of the entire race of intelligence can be used as mages. It is unreasonable but looks down on the cat people who are obviously more intelligent. .

"Why are you cat people treated as slaves?"

Catwoman's white fluffy ears dropped, and her tail dropped to the ground.

"Because a few decades ago, we, a cat-man mage, led a struggle, but failed. After that, the cat-man tribe became slaves.

Although Catwoman didn't say much, Roland could already hear a lot of meaning from this sentence.

The resistance led by the cat people failed.

What you fought against, from the current national composition of the entire Red Magic Tower, coupled with yesterday's affairs with the Green Skin Orcs, one can guess one or two.

Sure enough, no matter where it is, the squeeze will always exist.

"Then do you want to walk outside in a fair manner?"

Catwoman nodded, of course she thought.

She hasn't communicated with people for a long time since she is sensible. She hides her body shape all day and does not contact people, including her relatives.

Because once an unowned cat appears, it will be arrested, especially female cats.

She was almost caught by the old mage before, if Roland didn't come back quickly, otherwise the consequences would be really unimaginable.

"Then you can pretend to be my slave."

When Catwoman heard this, her expression immediately became hesitant.

Roland shrugged and asked her to consider it slowly. It was normal for the other party to be on guard.

Back in the stone building, Roland opened the three third-level spell drawings, looked at them for a while, and then put them aside.

These three magics are quite good, but for Roland, the priority level is not that high.

The current task is to learn the magic circle.

As long as he learned how to make a magic circle, Roland felt that he could do quite a lot of show operations.

Moreover, the functionality of primary and secondary magic is enough to meet all the needs of daily and combat periods.

The high-level magic after that is just a kind of enhancement.

Laying the foundation well, and then wanting to build a tall building, it will be easier.

So he is not in a hurry.

He did a lot of data analysis this evening, and the difficulty of learning the magic circle was greater than he thought.

The amount of data involved is far more than that of secondary magic.

This evening, Roland just filled the wrong database.

When he waited until the next morning, he had just left to go to class, and found that Kitty was standing in front of his door.

There were bloodshot eyes in her green eyes, and her expression was a little tired, as if she hadn't slept all night.

Catwoman seemed a little nervous when she saw Roland coming out. She hesitated for a while, and when Roland was almost impatient, she finally spoke.

"I am willing to pretend to be your slave."

After saying this, Catwoman felt that all her strength was exhausted, and she couldn't seem to be very angry.

Cat people are sensitive creatures, born with a strong curiosity about everything, and at the same time, they have a strong sense of guard against any creatures other than their relatives.

This is a proud and slender creature.

It is very difficult to win their trust.

Roland didn't win Catwoman's trust, Catwoman was just betting.

Betting that Roland is a good guy.

She was alone in this place for too long.

She wants to go back to see her mother, stay with her upright, want to walk on the street generously, and not be taken away casually.

And Roland is the only person who has not shown malicious intent to her in the past ten years.

Roland looked at Catwoman's uneasy expression, smiled, and asked, "I don't know what your name is yet?"

"Marilyn." Catwoman's white hands were twisted together: "Because I am a commoner and have no surname."

"I know, you wait here for my return."

Roland bypassed Catwoman and left the manor.

Today is Triton’s class, which is all about basic magic theories. Roland has already understood it, so it doesn’t matter whether he goes or not.

Besides, the teaching of the Red Magic Tower is actually quite casual. It doesn’t matter whether students come to class or not. Anyway, they are adults and they are responsible for themselves. At this time tomorrow, if they fail the exam, they will be dropped out. Years later, together with the freshmen, are they eligible to enter the classroom again.

Roland went to the commercial street in Dongcheng District and found a shop with purple silk hanging at the door.

The shop's plaque reads'Magic Shackles'.

This is a slave certification shop.

It is one of the private businesses of a certain veteran.

Necklaces used to control slaves can be bought here, and only the necklaces sold here have the authority'effect'. Otherwise, many untouchables don't have a household registration, even slaves.

It is no problem to be killed in the street as a spy.

Therefore, in many cases, this necklace is also a kind of protection in disguise for people without identity.

This was written in the school rules that Roland had read during the first day of class.

Roland entered the shop and stepped on the black solid wood floor.

This shop is very big, there is a black counter at the end, and then there are a few gray chairs for people to rest around, and a few tables.

Seeing Roland, the maid with a fair look and a white collar on her neck greeted him.

She smiled sweetly: "Master, are you here to buy a necklace?"

Roland nodded.

"Then please sit down first."

After Roland sat down, the maid stood respectfully in front of Roland and continued to ask: "Excuse me, how old is the wearer of the necklace?"

"It is estimated to be around fifteen."

"What about the race?"

"Cat people."

"gender."

"female!"

The maid stunned for a moment and said: "Your Excellency is really lucky, cat people are already very rare. I didn't expect you to have female cat people."

Is there anything to say about female anchors?

Roland was a little puzzled in his heart, but his expression was still very calm, as if having a female cat is just a very common thing.

The maid took a breath and continued to ask: "So how many grades of necklaces do you want?"

"What does this mean?"

"The higher the level of the necklace, the more you value the slave, and most people don't dare to mess around."

Roland understood. To put it bluntly, it was a display of financial resources and identity, which was regarded as an advertisement and a deterrent.

Tell others that the master of this slave is very wealthy and possibly powerful. Don't mess around.

"Then the most upscale."

"understood."

After taking down Roland's request, the maid bent down slightly and said, "Your Excellency, please wait a while. After we make a record, we will immediately give the necklace."

"how much is it?"

The maid lowered her head: "Ten gold coins."

So expensive!

Roland frowned, but he took out all the gold coins and handed them to the maid.

The maid held the gold coin in both hands, lowered her head and backed slowly.

After waiting for about ten minutes, the maid came again. She was holding a black wooden support on which was a necklace made of pure gold and silver, and there was a key beside it.

Magic lines are engraved on the necklace, as are the keys.

This is obviously a magic item, no wonder it is so expensive.

"This is the necklace and the key, please accept it."

Roland put the necklace and key into his backpack, and then returned to the manor.

Little cat girl squatted in front of the stone building, staring blankly at the clouds in the sky.

Hearing Roland's voice, she jumped up suddenly.

Roland looked at the necklace as he walked in.

The magic circle on this necklace is very interesting. Roland can barely understand some of the nodes, but more nodes are'encrypted' with a special technique, and they don't understand what it does.

Roland stopped in front of the stone building. He looked at Catwoman, handed the key and the necklace together, and said, "Wear it yourself, and keep the key for you. Don't lose it. I heard that there is only one."

Catwoman waited to look at the white necklace she was holding in her hands, and she swallowed: "Silver necklace, Master Master, why are you...thank you!"

Catwoman Marilyn raised her head, her green eyes getting brighter and brighter.

Roland didn't know what the silver necklace represented to Catwoman, he just wanted to continue studying magic.

In the Senate, Murphy photographed the node drawings of the self-explosive fireball on the table in front of several other people.

He said solemnly: "I tried this spell last night and it is very strong."

"It's just a second-level spell. Is it necessary? A waste of your only proposal this year."

"Don't talk about one year, even if it is ten years, I am willing to waste it. Now, as the convener of the temporary meeting, I force each of you to read this drawing once, understand?"

Several elders looked at Murphy with inexplicable expressions, but in the end they didn't say anything, the elder closest to the drawing reached out and picked up the drawing.

"Let me see, what on earth can make you so surprised..."

The veteran watched for a while, and immediately shut his mouth. His expression became more and more serious and solemn.

About five minutes later, he snapped a slap on the desktop: "Interestingly, the combination of these nodes is simply magical, there is nothing superfluous, all nodes have their own effects, and they affect each other."

"let me see."

The nearest elder to the left of this person snatched the drawing. After a while, his expression was the same as that of the previous elder, becoming quite surprised.

Huh!

The drawing was snatched by another person, and within a few minutes after seeing it, the next person snatched it again.

Twenty minutes later, the drawings finally arrived in Elford's hands.

After spending five minutes reading it carefully, he subconsciously pinched the bridge of his nose, closed his eyes and was silent for a while, and said, "What a great kid."

"So Grand Elder, start the talent migration plan. If you use a strong one, you have to tie Roland to our country of France, otherwise you will destroy him."

The elder who has been pinching his nose and looking quite distressed said: "About Roland, the person I sent out before has sent back information. The matter is very troublesome. For this kid, we can only use gentle means, absolutely Don't use strong ones."

"Why?" Murphy asked puzzledly.

"Because they are the sons of gold." Elford sighed: "A new and very troublesome race!"

The elders looked at each other, they had never heard of the term.

"This is Roland's intelligence." Elford first threw out a small book, and then threw out a big book: "This is the general information of the entire group of the Golden Sons, you all look at it."