Mages Are Too OP

Reach out and don't hit the smiling man.

Roland looked up and down the middle-aged mage, and he knew very well that the next thing could not go on.

In this case, if you try harder, the situation will be reversed.

After all, the other party was a teacher, and he was still submissive on behalf of the two noble mages. If Roland refused to give in, the public opinion would be very unfavorable to him.

The maid was rescued, and she had already achieved her goal.

But...the end that needs to be done, it still has to be done.

Roland said to the middle-aged magician: "I'm sorry, I just came here, and I haven't even entered the dormitory. Can we talk about the magic node later?"

The middle-aged magician smiled disapprovingly and said, "That's a pity, but understandable. Your Excellency Roland, please remember that I will be waiting for you at Building 17, Sixth Street, Midtown. You are welcome to come and visit at any time. "

"thanks."

Roland smiled at the middle-aged magician, then squatted down and said to the two noble mages who still dared not look up: "This time you are lucky, someone will come to save you. But I don't believe your luck will fail. It's been so good. Next time you see me, it's best to hide as far away as possible, otherwise I can't guarantee that I'll give other people face again."

Roland withdrew his mental power, smiled at the middle-aged magician, and walked upstairs.

After Roland's footsteps disappeared on the stairs, the two noble magicians breathed a long sigh of relief, and then sat down on the ice.

"Scared me to death." Beard, the noble magician whose robe was wet by the maid, said with a pale face and lingering fear: "Uncle, what is this person's background, even you have to give him face. You are Master level, still a teacher."

Another magician put a dozen gold coins on the ground, and sat down, also looking at the middle-aged magician with curious eyes.

The middle-aged mage hooked his fingers at him and said, "Go to my place and rest for a few days to avoid the limelight."

The two of them were stunned for a moment, and then they both realized something.

Beard said in a hoarse voice: "Uncle, don't be so exaggerated, you come forward, we all have to avoid him?"

The middle-aged magician still said the same thing: "Go back and talk about it."

Beard and Heinris stood up and followed the middle-aged magician obediently.

As Roland recovered his magic power, the ice layer in the dormitory building slowly disappeared and turned into water.

The entire dormitory building became extremely wet, and the seven escaped magicians returned to the main hall, looking at the wet ground with different expressions, but no one had an opinion.

More than a dozen gold coins were placed on the ground in two stacks, and no one dared to take them away.

Everyone watched for a while, and finally someone walked over, picked up the two stacks of gold coins, and put them next to the stairs.

Then the crowd dispersed.

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

Magic Resonance... quite interesting.

The dormitory is a single room, and the space is not too large, only about forty square meters.

Fully furnished inside.

Living alone is no problem.

He first folded the quilt and sheets on the wooden bed and put them aside, then took out his quilt from the system backpack and spread it on the bed.

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

Then the spirit entered the forum and began to brush posts to kill time.

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

The middle-aged magician Jose brought his two sons and nephews back home, let them sit down first, and then the smile on his face immediately became serious: "Before you came, didn't anyone in the family tell you, come here? The red magic tower, do you have to be low-key? Is this what you want low-key?"

Heinris bowed his head and said nothing.

Beard defended: "Uncle Tang, it's not that we are trying to find trouble, but that kid named Beta is really hateful. I want to punish a maid who made a mistake, why should he jump out to stop him. If the maid is a big The beauty is okay to say, but the maid has a plain appearance, and Beta jumped out and was sick. If it wasn't for him, the bastard named Roland in the back wouldn't have conflicted with us."

For Beard, it is normal and reasonable to punish a maid severely.

So he felt quite aggrieved.

The middle-aged magician sighed: "There is really nothing wrong with you punishing a maid, but if someone comes out to support the maid, you can't take advantage of the situation to sell favors to him? This kind of thing is not beat and scolded, but You have to give people face before you can build it up.”

Beard said in a low voice, "I just can't get over it. It's probably not a big person who can refute my face for a maid."

The middle-aged magician let out a long sigh, completely desperate for Beard's emotional intelligence.

Heinris asked at this time, "Who is that Roland, do you know him, cousin?"

"I don't know him, I just heard his name." The middle-aged magician explained: "In just two or three months, he uploaded oil-making techniques and water-making techniques continuously, and the goddess of magic recorded these two spells. , and prefixed with his name."

Both Heinris and Beard were quite surprised. They knew very well that in the past 100 years, the Goddess of Magic has rarely included spells prefixed with the creator, and now it has included two at once. It is conceivable The gold content of these two spells.

The middle-aged magician continued: "As I said just now, whether it is oil-making or water-making, the spell nodes are quite simple and simple, even a magic apprentice, as long as they use snacks, they can learn it. This kind of spell node connection skills, let alone Roland's peers, even few teachers of our generation can do it."

Beard was a little unconvinced: "Maybe he was just lucky, inspired, and suddenly made these two magics."

"When you create a spell, you are picking up money, as long as you are lucky?" The middle-aged magician scolded angrily: "There are only two kinds of things like spells, those who can and can't, there is no so-called luck."

Beard scratched his head embarrassedly. Although he was not convinced by Roland, he really didn't dare to fight against his uncle.

Heinris thought about it for a while and said, "Cousin, do you think this person can be drawn into our family? We can give an extremely excellent reward, for example, how about making him a French national?"

"Impossible." The middle-aged magician waved his hand: "I heard that Roland is still the son of gold. You should have heard of the bullshit temper of this group of people."

The air in the room suddenly became silent, and after a while, Beard said slowly: "If I knew he was the son of gold, I would leave on the spot, and never let him encounter me doing bad things, no wonder uncle you let us Hide for a few days!"

The middle-aged magician sneered: "Now you know you're afraid?"

Beard smiled awkwardly.

And Heinris felt like he was breaking out in a cold sweat.

It has been two years since the Golden Sons came to this world.

In the past two years, they have done a lot of things and made a lot of appearances, but they have also made a name for themselves.

Even if only occasionally sporadic sons of gold came to the country of Frans, the noble families of the country of Frans also had a certain understanding of this group.

After all, the Mercenary Union, an organization all over the world, effectively transmits important information.

Now in France, almost all noble families know that the Golden Sons are very nosy creatures. They are usually very kind, and they don't even reply when they are ridiculed.

But once they see the "injustice" or say something bad, they will stand up, meddle in their own business, and do what they think is right.

Whether you are a commoner, underworld, businessman, aristocrat, or even a royal family... as long as they think you are wrong, they will take care of you, and they will dare to take care of you.

There are already many nobles who like to kill at will, and their heads have been decapitated by the Son of Gold.

Many robbers and robbers entrenched in the deep mountains were cleaned up by the Sons of Gold. It is said that many times, they just heard that there were mountain robbers kidnapping villagers, and they spontaneously went to help save people, like a saint.

They wanted to kill that maid just now, no wonder Beta jumped out.

No wonder Roland is so strong.

It is estimated that they had already triggered the so-called 'beep beep' of the Golden Sons.

Because when the player says 'mission', it will be automatically converted into such a sound.

Therefore, the inhabitants of this world are also good at it, and regard the shielding sound effect when the players say they want to 'do a task' as a noun.

After hearing that Roland was the son of gold, and that Beta might also be the case, Peeld and Heinris decided to admit their counsel, hide with their uncle for a few days, and then go out after Roland's anger subsided.

Time passes day by day.

Roland hid in room 602 to rest, browsed the forum, and did magic experiments. He was so happy.

And rumors about him gradually spread.

After all, Roland's oil-making technique has been really 'hot' recently.

Mage is a profession that consumes a lot of money, and children of big noble families are naturally not too worried about magic resources.

But for the vast majority of magicians who came from middle-class nobles or low-level noble families, money was still extremely scarce.

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

In the early days of learning spells, there is no way for a magician to make money.

Most of the mages borrowed money from relatives, or invested in the family of the great nobles, and exchanged the future for the study funds needed now.

But after Roland's oil-making technique came out...they finally had a way to make money.

The price of Astral Insect Oil is quite high. It is not a problem to spend five or six days to accumulate and then sell it to earn a gold coin or two.

Moreover, astral insect oil has many uses, whether it is used as cooking oil or as high-grade fuel, it is a high-quality product, and it can even be used for some more affectionate things.

Consumption is huge.

So even though many people have mastered astral oil, its price has not dropped.

After learning this spell, many low-level magicians who were short of money had a much better life during this period.

So they are very grateful to Roland who created this spell.

After Roland had a conflict with two noble mages, his name was also known to others, and it was slowly spread.

Seven days later, when the school was about to start, Roland came out of Room 602, and when he walked to the main hall, he found that there were already many students here.

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

"Look, that's Roland."

"Sure enough, it looks like a genius, almost as I imagined."

"Good man, I heard that the water-making technique was also created for the convenience of low-level magicians like us."

Roland: "????"