Mages Are Too OP

Hawke, Roland and Beta left.

Seeing the lively beggars and civilians also dispersed, only the nobles were pointing in the distance, and the high-ranking people who were dressed up in a humanoid fashion made laughter from time to time.

It seems that the death of this young noble gave them great joy.

Roland looked at the small group of nobles in the distance, sighed slightly, and walked to the front of the two young nobles.

Watching them crying while holding their elder brother's body, and waiting for a long time, when they were crying without strength, and there were not many tears, Roland slowly spoke: "You are a child of that family, what about your parents?"

The young nobleman had been dead for a long time, and even his two younger brothers ran over. It makes no sense that their parents did not know the news.

Hearing Roland's words, both teenagers looked up at him.

One has anger in his eyes, but not much hatred.

But the other, staring at Roland for a while, his red eyes were filled with hatred and anger.

He suddenly stood up, pounced on Roland, and roared at the same time: "I killed you the executioner!"

Roland stretched his legs, kicked the boy back with one foot, and kicked him several times in a row.

This young nobleman is an ordinary person. Although Roland is a mage, he is now lv4. Even if his physical growth is much lower than that of a warrior, he is much stronger than ordinary people.

The response is also faster than ordinary people.

After being kicked back, the boy lay on the ground for a moment, then wailed painfully, striking the ground hard with his fists, even if the skin was fleshy, he did not feel troubled.

And another teenager glanced at his brother, and then his face turned to Roland: "Sir, please allow us to consolidate the body of Brother, if you have time ... Come to our house quietly late at night, I have something to tell you . "

In the last sentence, the teenager's voice was very soft, his lips didn't seem to move.

But Roland heard it.

This is interesting ... Roland pretended not to hear anything and turned to leave.

The nobles were still watching the joke. When Roland walked by, the voices of this group of nobles were lowered, but the irritating smile on their faces did not stop.

Roland didn't want to care about this group of people. After all, people in the same world weren't in the same sense, either in spiritual or physical meaning.

But when Roland was about to pass this group of people, he heard a sound.

"I really thought I was the messenger of justice, the life of the untouchables, there was no silver coin, is it worth fighting for?"

Roland stopped and turned to look at the nobleman who was speaking.

A very proud young man.

Roland hooked his finger to him: "Come out!"

"I won't come out. How dare you beat me in front of so many people?" The young aristocracy said the most arrogant words with the most arrogant attitude!

Roland heard what the young noble meant, and no one was a human except them.

Moreover, he seemed to feel that Roland did not dare to do it, after all, so many nobles were present.

Do it on the spot, just don't give face to other nobles.

To put it awkwardly, it is called trample on the dignity of the noble class.

Roland chuckled aloud!

When he was a high school student, he dared to beat up a rotten boy in front of the class teacher. He also took the other four with Shuke and made three small group fights with the rotten boy in senior three.

In that peaceful, even society where rules are greater than the sky, he dared to shoot with anger.

In this world of lawlessness and even extreme backwardness, how could he be more counseling and tolerant than the real world.

After he chuckled, he raised his hand.

An instant small fireball directly stuck on the arrogant face of the young nobleman. After a loud explosion, the young nobleman rolled on the ground and wailed in pain.

Roland's room reduced the magic of the small fireball, making yesterday's power greatly reduced. The explosion was about a big firecracker.

But even so, it was shocking to the young nobility. After all, there was a lot of pain in the face and the skin was fragile.

"Ah, my eyes are gone."

"My face hurts."

"It's a murder, help!"

The young noble gave a cowardly scream, quite shameful.

"How can you……"

A nobleman with a mature face seemed to want to reprimand Roland, but Roland swept away with a smile, and the man shut up immediately.

Roland's eyes crossed the nobles, and no one dared to look at him.

Roland was a little funny. He walked to the young nobleman who was still covering his face on the ground, and looked at him from the top, saying, "The life of the untouchable is not worth a silver coin in your eyes. Similarly, your Life is not worth a few copper coins in my eyes. I am in a bad mood today. You jumped out of my back and forth, so do n’t blame me for beating people. "

After speaking, Roland glanced at the nobles next to him, and no one dared to stare at him.

Roland turned and left.

After he left, a male aristocrat with some white hair shivered with rage: "Arrogant, too arrogant. He is stepping us into the mud, we can't let the son of gold continue to arrogant like this , Before they dared to kill a family member, now they are more and more people, and one day, he will shoot us. "

"So what can we do?" A nobleman next to him asked with a smile: "Will you take us to fight against them?"

Upon hearing this, the gray-haired male noble immediately shut up and said nothing.

Idiots are heading for battle!

Roland walked on the street, and the passers-by would still flash off in advance when he saw him.

Roland was not used to it before, and there was always a sense of embarrassment. But after two months, he was already blamed, and he was very used to it.

Roland is in a much better mood now. When people are really depressed, they have to exercise to get comfortable.

Back at the Magic Tower, Roland summoned all the magic apprentices to gather.

Except for Vivian, all other magic apprentices are ‘wearing’ with a deep dark eye, and one can imagine how hard they practice.

Roland coughed a little and said, "You have learned the hand of the mage. Derived magic can be kept for later practice. After all, derivative magic is difficult for you. Now I teach you another zero-level trick, magic puppet. . "

If in other magic towers, the instructor only teaches zero-level tricks, the magic apprentices don't say on the surface, there must be some opinions on the psychology.

But here is different. All magic apprentices already know how powerful Roland's ‘creation’ magic is. There are six kinds of magics derived from the hands of the Master, and each effect is quite practical.

So now Vice President Roland wants to teach spell puppets, and there must be a lot of derivative magic.

Study, of course.

Everyone took out their precious notebooks.