Mages Are Too OP

"It's fun to send someone to assassinate me when our golden son is fighting?" Roland asked with a smile.

The muscles on Little John's face twitched all of a sudden. He looked at Roland, his eyes gradually turned red, and his body trembled.

Finally, he stood up angrily and threw the book in his hand on the table with all his strength.

A crisp sound.

After taking a few heavy breaths, the blue veins on little John's neck were about to burst out. His beard and hair were all stretched out, and he suppressed his roar like a lion: "Roland, you are too much. I stay at home every day now, and I am fine. You don’t even want to open the door, what do you want from me? As the city lord, I was forced to do this by you, and you still wronged me, so you are satisfied only if I die!”

"I originally didn't want you to die." Roland smiled: "But now I suddenly feel that it would be good for you to die."

Little John's hands trembled and his teeth creaked.

His anger, his grievance, seemed to be about to overflow.

Roland saw this picture of him wanting to kill people, but he didn't dare, so he desperately suppressed the appearance and sneered: "Don't take everyone else as a fool. You want to provoke the endless infighting of our golden son, so that you can be like this. There is a chance to develop again. But you forget one thing, you are smart and others are not stupid."

"I didn't!" Little John finally couldn't bear it any longer, and roared angrily.

"I can pretend that nothing happened this time. You have to be thankful that you didn't hit my relatives and friends." Roland, who was leaning against the door, straightened his body and his eyes became cold: "But if there is another incident. Once, you will understand the consequences yourself."

Ah!

Roland left a sneer and turned to leave.

The door closed again, and the room became dark again.

In the room, little John's cheek muscles kept shaking, making his expression distorted and ugly.

His expression also changed from anger, hatred, to powerlessness.

In the end, he slumped back into the chair, as if his energy was gone.

Roland came out of the castle and saw the city lord's wife and her daughter eating afternoon tea in the garden.

The two saw Roland and stood up again.

Roland walked over, stood in front of them and smiled: "I'm sorry to bother you."

The two of them were still quite nervous looking at Roland, but the city lord's wife still sent out an invitation with a smile: "Your Excellency Roland, how about having afternoon tea together?"

"Thank you." Roland refused: "I still have some things to deal with. Next time I have a chance, I will definitely chat with two beautiful ladies."

"That's a pity."

After Roland pleaded guilty, he left the garden.

The city lord's wife sat down again and breathed a sigh of relief: "I don't have that vicious aura on my body, so I shouldn't have come to look for trouble."

"Actually, he treated us very well, at least he didn't kill us, and he gave all the money he should have given." The youngest daughter of John's family still had some light in her eyes: "And last time, it wasn't that old Ford wanted to invade our family's leftovers. Are some of the industries under his control also stopped by his vice-chairman? He also said that rules are rules, if you don't agree, you have to beat down the magic tower first."

The city lord's wife was silent for a while, and said, "But I'm afraid your elder brother will mess up! After all, he is the city lord, and men are different from our women, so they won't accept fate casually."

The youngest daughter sighed deeply: "I hope Big Brother doesn't mess around. Even father can't fight them, Big Brother can't do it."

Roland, who was walking on the street, didn't know about it.

In fact, he was a little empty just now. Facing a widow he made himself, and the daughter of the deceased, his inner emotions were not as calm as they appeared on the surface.

In his imagination, these two women should hate themselves as much as little John.

But he didn't know that the little John's family was really indifferent, and more than a year of superior and peaceful life had worn away a lot of hatred between the two women.

Most importantly, Roland holds the power.

As Roland walked, he observed the street.

Compared to a year ago, the city is much cleaner.

Since Roland, Hawke and the others have held most of the power in the city, they have carried out some limited governance work. For example, build sewers, build some public toilets, and promote the principle that diseases enter through the mouth.

The effect is not very good, but at least it is effective, the whole city is not so dirty.

In addition, after tearing up with the Silver Wing Guild, the position of the sheriff also fell into the hands of the Magic Tower, and Vincent took the position.

Vincent has a relatively straight personality. Although he usually thinks that the position of sheriff is a waste of his time to learn and practice magic, he has never been derelict in his duties. In the past year, the small nobleman who was beheaded by him because of his misdeeds There were three. As for the abduction and robbery, his hands and legs were broken, and he was imprisoned in the cell. There were no one thousand at least eight hundred.

The security of the whole city has improved a lot.

This greatly improves the sense of security of the civilians.

The sense of security is invisible and intangible, but it does exist.

Pedestrians on the street had more smiles on their faces.

Roland came to the Black Sand Gang station and walked in directly.

A few younger brothers were so frightened when they saw him, they ran upstairs and invited Gru down.

"Lord Roland, long time no see." Gru was very embarrassed to see Roland. Because of the reason they were on the wrong team last time, the entire Black Sand Gang is now quite unpopular with the Magic Tower, but because the Magic Tower has not announced their give up' and thus stumble to survive until now.

Just because of the activity of Sheriff Vincent, the life of the Black Sand Gang is not very easy now.

Roland looked around, his eyes fell on Gru, and he said: "Tonight I will hold a banquet in the square in front of the magic tower, you help me inform all the famous people outside the city lord's mansion, whether they are nobles, scholars, or A big businessman, or a gang boss, or even a businessman who lives here temporarily."

"Tell them I hope they'd better all come if they don't have an urgent matter at night."

"Rain or shine!"

Looking at the calm expression, and listening to the last word, Gru nodded again and again.

At the same time he swallowed.

He had a feeling that something big was about to happen.

Roland then returned to the Magic Tower and asked everyone in the Magic Tower to start preparing the drinks and delicacies needed for the dinner party.

Andonara was a little puzzled: "When you came back from your study tour, it should be the local nobles and squires who jointly organized a dinner party and celebrated for me. Why did you invite them."

"Because this is the Hongmen Banquet."

Under the language-savvy translation, Andonara understood the meaning of Hongmen Banquet.

Her eyes brightened immediately: "I'm going to kill someone? Okay, I'm going to put on my armor and sharpen my sword. I'll cut whoever you ask me to cut."

At this time, Christine also came over, and the girl asked expectantly: "Master, if there is a noble girl to be killed, can you stop killing it first, and let me secretly suck blood and talk about it?"

"no!"

Roland categorically rejected her.

Christina pouted, and was about to hang up the oil bottle.