Mages Are Too OP

This is indeed a very important clue.

The number of people has not increased, but the consumption has doubled, and a group of maids have also disappeared.

There are ghosts in every way.

Amazing, worthy of being a professional.

Roland was quite impressed in his heart.I have been with Shu Ke for a long time, and even the angel Niya has come, looking for people in a daze, like a headless fly.

Does this mean that all three of them are stupid?

Of course not, it's nothing more than a special skill.

Roland was a magician, Shu Ke was charismatic, and a paladin who was clearly a leader in the future.

As for Niya, the angels who have lived in the kingdom of God for a long time, it is strange that they know the ways of these human beings.

Let them get in touch with unfamiliar trades, and no one can teach them, of course, with half the effort.

Dark Chess, who have good strength but are at the bottom of society, are most suitable for intelligence work.

"It's a pity that the princess didn't take you seriously." Roland sighed, "Obviously your strength is good."

The red-bearded dwarf drank another drink: "Those nobles who are aloof will not care about us little people."

Wilmot shook his head with a bitter smile, then took another sip of fruit wine, his mouth full of bitterness.

"Take it." Roland handed Red Beard a small bag of gold coins: "This is activity funds."

Wilmot thought that Roland had given a bag of silver coins. After receiving it, he subconsciously threw it away, and then he was stunned.

As a dwarf, Wilmot has a strong intuition of racial talent for metal. They can even know what ore they have dug and even know the purity of the ore as long as they hear the sound of the ore and the iron pickaxe.

So when he tossed it, he heard the sound in the bag and immediately understood.

Twenty gold coins!

"That's too much." The dwarf jumped up excitedly, his short feet jumping nearly three feet high: "This is a gold coin, not a silver coin. Did you take the wrong bag?"

It looks like I have never seen money.

Dark chess... was originally a prisoner, but in fact, they were all the kind that had difficulties. Stephanie helped them'whitewash', then gathered them together, and then threw them aside.

No activity funds are given.

Because in Stefanie’s view, these people’s ability to get rid of their criminal status is already a blessing from her. They should work for themselves. Don’t usually think of asking for money and earn it by yourself, unless you need it. When they are desperate, Stephanie will consider giving them money.

Roland saw the dwarf's excited expression, smiled, and said, "Take it, you have 31 people after all... But I remember you said before, there are only a dozen."

Wilmot said with some embarrassment: "They are our self-developed members. They are all poor ghosts. They make you laugh."

"That's because you don't want to use your abilities on crooked ways to make money."

When these people ate and drank wildly in the box, Roland could see that they were all poor people who could not eat enough.

Otherwise, when you don't drink, it's like a starving ghost reborn.

It's hard for these people, they are all quite capable, but they live so desperately.

The dwarf was stunned, and Roland's words came to his heart.

Indeed, each of them is a little capable, not big, but not bad.

But why not use this ability to make money and eat?

For example, the old hunchback is obviously the top three hands, but he still chooses to help ordinary people look at the door, and earn a little money that can barely fill their stomachs and never die of starvation.

In fact, as long as the old hunchback is willing, he can make a lot of money.

In fact, everyone in Dark Chess has experienced a miserable life, and the reason for their misery is mostly related to their abilities.

Therefore, dark chess players do not want to use their abilities to make money.

Unless you can find someone who shelters you.

The eldest princess is their common choice, but the eldest princess is willing to help them get rid of crime, but is not willing to use them.

This makes them very helpless, even a little lost.

And now, the right to use dark chess fell into Roland's hands.

A very generous, patient master, and seems to understand the suffering of civilians.

It should be nice to follow such a master.

At least it can shelter them.

It also allows them to use their abilities.

The dwarf held the purse in one hand and was excited for a while, and then said, "It would be great if you were the husband of the princess."

Wilmot knew very well that Roland only temporarily had the right to use dark chess, and sooner or later they would return to the princess.

But if Roland is the husband of the eldest princess, it is different, and they can play for Roland without any psychological barriers.

Working for her husband is not equivalent to working for her.

Roland smiled and waved his hand: "The princess looks down on me from a small remote country."

The dwarf observed Roland's expression for a while, and shrugged and chuckled, "Actually, you look down on her. Master Mage's pride is indeed much more serious than that of nobles."

Roland had a question mark on his face.

He didn't understand how the other party came to this conclusion.

Tying the money bag to his belt, the red beard dwarf wiped his mouth, and his whole person quickly became sober.

In fact, dwarves don’t get drunk. They get drunk because they feel that they need to be drunk at some point.

They can express their emotions through false alcohol.

Happiness, disappointment, joy, encouragement, sadness, etc.

Being drunk will naturally wake up.

The dwarf is gone, as fast as a whirlwind kid.

Roland paid for the package, and then sent it to Stephanie's basement library again.

It's too quiet here, and the sound on the ground can't be heard. Here, if there are no outsiders making some noise, even my own heartbeat can be heard.

Roland walked around here and found nothing special.

There are no discordant things like dark elements in the air.

Although he didn't find any clues, Roland was not lost either, and sent away directly.

Since people can't live here... the opponent will also teleport magic. When you rest, if the opponent teleports over, even if you can win, you will be scared enough and bad for your health.

Roland found a hotel in the royal city to stay, and was thinking about how to contact the dark chess players, but immediately someone came to the door.

The old lady of Baoya.

The old woman saw Roland and said directly: "Master Mage, we have confirmed that there is indeed a problem with the Pine Needle Leaf family."

Roland asked the old woman to sit down, but the old woman refused.

As a last resort, he could only give up and asked: "Where is the problem?"

"The wild dog boy, with his keen sense of smell, has found the group of missing maids." The old woman looked sad: "They were all buried in a big pit and died miserably."

Roland slowly stood up: "How many maids died?"

"At least forty."

"With so many people dead, no one cares about it?" Roland subconsciously angered.

It is his habit to bring the habit of modern society.

In the celestial dynasty, let alone the death of forty people, the death of four people at the same time is a major event.

Half of the police in the whole city have to move, and then the city leaders may have to be held accountable.

But then he remembered that the world is not so friendly and peaceful.

He sat down slowly and asked, "The forty or so maids are all slaves of the Pine Needle Family?"

"should be."

"Is there really a civilian?" Roland asked.

The old woman's eyes gradually lit up: "Master Master, what do you mean?"

"You have to find a reason to turn your face, otherwise how to do things well."

The old woman nodded repeatedly: "I understand, Master Master, you are here waiting for our good news."

Then the old woman also hurried away.

Roland was sitting in the hotel, browsing the forum.

When it was almost evening, the old woman came again, and at the same time she was followed by four men who looked downright.

One old and one young and two middle-aged.

"Master Mage, these four people are disguised by our own people. They are all very clever. If you find a reason, they will cooperate with you."

Roland immediately felt that the dark chess group was really smart.

They just put up an idea, and they are already prepared according to their own ideas.

"Then go!"

Half an hour later, Roland followed the four men to the northern suburbs, and a few others quietly placed a few corpses covered with gray linen near the entrance of the manor.

When the four men arrived at the location, they dragged the four corpses directly to the entrance of the manor, and then wept loudly.

"Daughter, how come you are gone? Didn't you say that there are delicious foods here every day and you have a good time? Who killed you, who was it!"

"Sister, you died so miserably, your face is gone, ah ah ah ah!"

A burst of crying, with complaints of grief, soon reached the manor.

Not long after, a group of about twenty private soldiers walked out from inside, and when they were about to use force to drive the four people away, the leading private soldiers discovered that a mage was standing in front of them.

"This Master, are you here to see our master?"

"You can say that, but it's not that I see him, but that he comes to see me."

The head of the private soldier hesitated.

The Pine Leaf Needle family is the home of the Marquis, and this manor belongs to the Five Young Masters.

The fifth young master has a tyrannical temperament and beats people at every turn.

Many maids are dead.

It stands to reason that he should get rid of these people immediately, otherwise the fifth young master will definitely get angry when he hears these cries and then kill him.

But the man in front of him, wearing a magic robe, was a ugly person at first glance.

How to do?

The leader of the private soldier was sweating nervously.

But when he was embarrassed, a frivolous male voice came from behind: "Who is it that dare to come here to make trouble."

The leader of the private soldier immediately stepped aside, and the young man in the blue Chinese suit walked over slowly.

He looked at the four men who were sorely crying, showing disdain.

Then his gaze returned to Roland, and he frowned: "Your Excellency, these people, you brought these people?"

"Yes." Roland smiled: "These people are tenant farmers under my name, but now they tell me that their daughters, sisters, and other relatives are missing. Although they have been found now, they are no longer there. . I’m curious, why did you kill all the maids in the first batch and then put in the second batch?"

The young man raised his brows: "You are not a royal family, it's your shit!"